“Wh-why? Xia Lun?” Liyana was completely stunned, her voice coming out in broken fragments. “Everything was going so well, we had so much fun adventuring together... Why does Dawn’s Wing suddenly have to disband?”
Xia Lun’s gaze carried a hint of guilt. Of all of them, Liyana was perhaps the one who least wanted the adventure to end.
“Sorry, Liyana...” Xia Lun’s smile was bitter. He let out a soft sigh, his eyes sweeping across every familiar face in the carriage. “I might be marrying Aina soon. There will be a lot to prepare after that, so I won’t be able to keep adventuring with everyone.”
“Huh?” Liyana blinked, and the gloom on her face seemed to scatter like clouds before sunlight, replaced by an outburst of joy. “Isn’t that wonderful news, Xia Lun!” Her voice shot up an octave, and she nearly jumped out of her seat.
Xia Lun was a little surprised. He had thought Liyana would be the one who couldn’t accept the team disbanding — maybe she’d throw a tantrum, cry, and wail endlessly.
“Congratulations, Xia Lun! If that’s the case, there’s really nothing we can do. The team has to disband,” Liyana said, waving her hand. “What matters most is that you two live a good life together.”
“And...”
Xia Lun’s gaze turned to Moke.
“Well, what a coincidence,” Moke said, scratching his head somewhat sheepishly. “Actually... I’ve been thinking that Shila and I should take the next step. I was planning to leave the team anyway, to go find her in the Wild Wastelands... but I never knew how to bring it up to you, Xia Lun.”
“Actually... I’ve already received offers from several churches,” Musen slowly spoke up. “The terms they put forward are quite tempting... You can hold your wedding at whatever church I end up at, Xia Lun.”
Liyana blinked again.
It seemed that everyone except her already had somewhere new to go.
“Then... then I’ll go home for a visit! I’ll tell my parents so they can come to your wedding!” Liyana gave Xia Lun a hearty slap on the shoulder. “They’re going to be absolutely thrilled!”
Before them was a picture of warmth and harmony.
Xia Lun smiled faintly as he looked at his companions, his heart brimming with emotion.
They had been adventuring together for several years now.
The pride of conquering dungeons, the joy of acquiring rare treasures, the laughter and banter during dull moments, the heart-pounding thrills of danger...
When their eyes met Xia Lun’s, everyone suddenly fell quiet. The reality of parting finally settled in at that moment, and the laughter in the carriage gradually sank into a silence that was both warm and bittersweet.
“So we’re really going to go our separate ways now...” Xia Lun murmured to himself.
“Waaah—”
Liyana was the first to break down. She buried her face in Xia Lun’s chest and wept loudly. He gently patted her back.
“Don’t cry, Liyana... That’ll only make things harder for Captain Xia Lun,” Moke said, wiping the corners of his eyes, his voice a little choked. “It’s not like we’ll never see each other again... We can still get together every now and then.”
“That’s right. Even if we go our separate ways, we can always keep in touch by letter...” Musen’s voice also sounded heavier than usual, lacking its normal vigor.
“Waaah—Xia Lun, I don’t want to be apart from you...” Liyana smeared tears and snot all over Xia Lun’s clothes. With a wry smile, he let her vent her feelings.
Aina stepped out from the back of the carriage.
“Wah...” Liyana pulled herself together a little and took out a handkerchief to wipe Xia Lun clean.
Now that he belonged to someone else, she couldn’t just dirty him up carelessly.
Everyone’s gaze unconsciously turned to Aina.
Aina spoke slowly, her voice clear as jade striking a silver platter, but it no longer carried the icy barrier she had once kept between herself and the others.
“Over these years... adventuring together with all of you made me very happy.”
Her eyes moved across each person’s face, and finally rested on Xia Lun.
Then Aina removed her hood and bowed slowly to them, her silver-white hair cascading like a waterfall. “Thank you.”
They exchanged glances. Aina was actually thanking them—it felt oddly humbling.
“In the future... we will all gather together again.” Aina’s delicate face remained expressionless, but her tone was quite earnest. “Everyone will be happy.”
Hearing Aina speak such almost childishly simple words, they couldn’t help but let smiles show on their faces.
“Of course we will! We’re all waiting for the wedding!” Liyana declared loudly, her usual energy restored. “And when Moke gets married, we’ll definitely all get together again!”
“Hey, don’t you cause any trouble... If you make a scene at my wedding to Shila, I’ll throw you out myself,” Moke shot Liyana a half-serious glare.
“Have the weddings at my church. All of them,” Musen said, his voice once again resonant with confidence.
“So sure of yourself, Musen?” Liyana teased him with a laugh. “Are you already convinced you’ll have your own church?”
“Ha ha ha, you may not know this, but I’m actually pretty rich,” Musen boomed. “Before I became a priest, my family was in business for generations. We donated the money to build several churches...”
The carriage rolled slowly onward, the wheels clattering rhythmically against the road, as if playing the final movement of this journey.
Carrying a trail of laughter and cheerful voices, it headed toward the next destination—and a new beginning.
...
The Adventurer’s Guild hall was buzzing with noise, a mix of conversations in various languages, the clang of weapons, and the rustle of mission scrolls all blending together. The members of Dawn’s Wing stood at the familiar counter, but this time they weren’t here to take on a quest.
“I’m very sorry, but your Dawn’s Wing Adventurer Party is a renowned Lv.4 party. Parties at this rank can no longer be processed for disbandment... However, if the party is no longer active, we can place it in a frozen state. This way, if you ever wish to reactivate it in the future, it can be done.”
The attendant at the window explained to Xia Lun and the others.
Xia Lun nodded slightly. The Adventurer’s Guild’s service and foresight were quite considerate.
“We’ll freeze it then.”
“Please confirm the person with the highest authority and sign here... After that, only one person with the highest level of authority will need to agree for the party to be unfrozen and resume activity,” the receptionist continued, handing out an exquisite parchment scroll.
“Then let the ones with the highest authority be... all of us,” Xia Lun said with a smile. He was the first to sign his name, then passed the quill to Aina.
“Are you sure that’s okay?” Moke couldn’t help asking. “Xia Lun, you’re the captain. Having just your name would be enough.”
“It’s fine. We’re all companions.”
“Then how about leaving Liyana’s name out? Just in case she stirs up trouble one day...” Moke suggested.
"Bastard... I would never do something like that!" Liyana once again flailed her claws and began wrestling with Moke.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
