“I really don’t understand why you came back.”
Xia Lun stared at the Aise before him, his expression dark as water.
The atmosphere was tense, broken only by the occasional birdsong outside the window, a reminder that time was still moving. The morning sunlight slanted in, drawing a sharp line of light on the floor between them, as if splitting them into two separate worlds.
“Actually, I don’t really understand why I came back either... Father.” Aise shrugged helplessly. “It’s not like I came back on purpose.”
“What exactly are you after?”
Aise tilted his head slightly, a strand of Mian’s flaxen hair falling across his forehead. He idly twirled the end of it with his fingers.
“I really don’t have any goal. I just want to survive... but unfortunately, it seems my very existence is a mistake in this world.” Aise sighed deeply, looking somewhat resigned. “To be honest, I was living quite well in other worlds, Father. I fit in better elsewhere.”
“Then why don’t you go back?”
“I am your son, after all. Now that I’ve finally seen you again, I don’t want to leave.” Aise bared a sinister grin. “Besides, in this peaceful world, I don’t have to kill until my soul goes numb, I don’t have to constantly watch my back for sneak attacks, and I don’t have to worry about alien parasites infesting my soul while I sleep... I’ve been longing for days like these.”
“I will never let you off.” Xia Lun’s voice was heavy.
“Then that’s my honor, Father...” Aise gave a slight bow. “Is there anything else you’d like to ask? I’ll answer everything.”
Xia Lun was silent for a moment, his gaze sweeping over Aina, who stood nearby like a motionless statue.
“The Goddess...” Xia Lun spoke again, slowly. “You’ve seen the Goddess?”
Aise’s lips curled into a meaningful arc. “Father, isn’t it a bit inappropriate to bring that up in front of Mother?”
Aise clearly knew about the terrible relationship between his mother and the Goddess.
“Answer whatever Xia Lun asks.” Aina’s gaze was like a sharp blade; if possible, she would have run Aise through completely.
“Mm... alright, I have indeed seen the Goddess.” Aise, of course, understood his current situation. “The Goddess... she really did take my soul away the moment you killed me, Father. When I saw her, I thought I was seeing you, Mother... Oh, Mother, I know you don’t like hearing that, but she looked so much like you.”
“Tch.” Aina clicked her tongue. Her mood was clearly unpleasant.
“That dazzling golden hair, and those holy wings on her back... Aside from that, she was almost exactly like you.” Aise let out a light laugh, teasingly. “Can you imagine? I actually called her ‘Mother’ without thinking, and asked her what she was doing...”
“That’s not what I want to know.”
Seeing his wife’s expression grow worse, Xia Lun cut Aise off. “Get to the point.”
The smile on Aise’s face carried a hint of schadenfreude, since it was Xia Lun who had insisted he talk about this.
“Alright, Father, but there’s really no point to speak of. After our meeting, the Goddess simply sent me away... I could even sense her contempt and disgust for me—exactly like you, Mother... Oh, sorry, I shouldn’t have said that.”
He apologized without any sincerity and continued.
“In short, I was just a backup plan or a pawn for her, to be used when needed... But unfortunately, I never got to be used. She probably forgot about me entirely. I never served any purpose.”
So even Aise was just a pawn? One that never even got to function...
“But Father, there’s something you might find interesting.” Aise changed the subject, a glint of cunning flashing in his eyes. “I found out later...”
“Oh?”
“Those Twilight Apostles were actually a backup plan the Goddess prepared to resurrect you.” Aise grinned, a bright yet chilling smile, watching the change on Xia Lun’s face. “But since Mother had already resurrected you, they lost their original goal. That’s how they accidentally summoned me from another world, mistaking me for the true Hero... Ah, don’t blame me for stealing that role. At the time, my memories were a mess, and I had no idea what I was doing...”
Sunlight streamed into the room, falling on Aise. He got up, walked to the window, and closed the blinds. With his movement, the room darkened, leaving only thin rays of light seeping through the slats, casting dappled shadows on his face.
Then Aise lounged back onto the bed with a lazy, casual air, like a king who had finished inspecting his domain.
Xia Lun, meanwhile, seemed shaken by what Aise had just said.
“The Twilight Apostles... were a backup plan the Goddess prepared to resurrect me?” Xia Lun murmured to himself, finding it absurd.
How could those mad and dangerous heretics be connected to the Goddess?
“Of course, Father. Haven’t you noticed? The earliest Twilight Apostles were all from the Goddess’s church. That was clearly her decree... You’re slower on the uptake than I thought.” Aise was now lying on the bed, crossing his legs, his posture exactly like when he had met Mian in the dream before. “As for those historians, they worshipped the Hero, so they were easy to manipulate. I used some of my abilities to make them all fully believe my identity.”
“They were all normal before they came into contact with Aise. It was only after that they turned out like this.” Aina gently comforted her husband, her voice carrying a tenderness that no one else got to hear. “This has nothing to do with you, Xia Lun.”
Aise, lying on the bed, raised an eyebrow.
“Why would the Goddess want to resurrect me? To her, I’m just a pawn like you, aren’t I?” Xia Lun couldn’t help but ask.
“Haha... It’s true what they say: those involved are blind to the truth, Father.” Aise laughed out loud. “You really couldn’t see something so obvious?”
“Aise, you can shut up now.” Aina’s gaze turned cold.
But Aise didn’t obey.
“It’s because... Father, the Goddess loves you...”
The moment the words left his mouth, the crimson in Aise’s eyes instantly faded, and he fled in panic.
“Uh... ah!” Mian was startled by the ice blade pressed against his throat and stumbled backward, his back hitting the wall beside the bed with a thud.
What terrified him even more was Aina, standing before him, filled with murderous intent.
“Wh... what’s going on?” Mian asked, looking innocent.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
