Mian lay in bed, exhausted despite having had an easy day. He closed his eyes and let his consciousness sink into the darkness. Before long, he drifted into a dream.
Here it comes again, that familiar feeling...
A violent dizziness struck him, his consciousness battered as if by a giant hammer, as though his entire being were plummeting downward... Mian tumbled into Aise’s dream.
Mian sighed.
He looked around, observing the surroundings. He found himself in a quiet forest, with sunlight piercing through the lush foliage, casting dappled, shifting shadows... Mian wasted no time and quickly scurried into a thicket to hide.
He had entered Aise’s dream several times before. It seemed to be an unconscious act on Aise’s part, beyond either of their control.
Based on his observations, Aise was in a half-awake, half-dreaming state within his own dream and was not omnipotent. If Mian slipped through undetected, Aise would remain unaware of his existence upon waking.
“Rustle, rustle, rustle—”
The sound of footsteps treading on fallen leaves came from nearby.
Mian pressed himself lower, curling his entire body into the shadows of the bush. He gently parted some of the leaves—which felt unreal, like children’s paper cutouts—to get a clearer view of the scene ahead.
Under normal circumstances, he would certainly have been spotted by Aise. But since Aise was dreaming, he probably wouldn’t notice such details.
The newcomer was a young man about Mian’s age—naturally, it was Aise. Compared to the version of Aise that Mian had encountered in that chaotic void, this one was shorter, with a slightly more youthful appearance, though still not vastly different.
“Is this already much later?” Mian muttered to himself.
Judging by the sequence of events he knew, Aise would likely die before long...
Aise stood still in the forest, his expression tinged with uncertainty. He slowly raised his right hand, palm facing upward, and called out in a low voice:
“Holy Sword.”
Nothing happened.
Aise furrowed his brow, raised his voice slightly, and with greater conviction called out again: “Holy Sword!”
Aside from a passing breeze that swept a single fallen leaf onto Aise’s shoulder, nothing occurred.
“What’s going on? This isn’t what you said—I can’t summon it at all...”
He paused briefly, as if listening to an answer.
“What do you mean, I’m not the ‘real me’ yet?” Aise’s tone carried a hint of irritation.
“By the way, who are you? Why are you telling me all this?”
Who was he talking to?
Mian, hidden in the bushes, frowned slightly and carefully scanned the area. Clearly, there was no one else there.
Then, suddenly, something bizarre happened!
A soft yet undeniable radiance of pure white light burst into Mian’s view without warning.
What was that?
Mian rubbed his eyes instinctively, but realized that even with his eyes closed, he could still “see” that strange ball of white light. It wasn’t blinding, yet it possessed a presence that transcended the rules of the dream.
In the next moment, the light expanded rapidly, like a rising tide, swiftly engulfing his entire field of vision.
What’s happening? Is this still Aise’s dream?
Mian stared, dumbfounded. He had never encountered anything like this before.
“Who are you?”
A clear, calm voice, tinged with an ethereal resonance, sounded behind Mian.
At some point, a figure had silently appeared behind him.
Mian spun around.
The first thing he saw was a pair of pure white wings, followed by a simple white gown with no adornments, waist-length golden hair, and a face of breathtaking, flawless beauty.
Despite the vastly different aura and attire, the contours of those features were unmistakably...
“Lady Aina?” Mian blurted out the name.
The other party was visibly taken aback.
“I see... So you come from a time where I have already passed away...” she murmured to herself, stroking her chin in contemplation. “No... the form of this world isn’t right either... I understand—this is in the spirit realm? No, more accurately... within a dream?”
Mian looked puzzled, unable to fully grasp the depth of her words. He gazed around at the pure white space in confusion: “You... who are you?”
Clearly, this woman was not the Aina he knew.
“How incredible. So in the future, I really do die... I find that hard to imagine,” the goddess continued, still ignoring Mian’s question, lost in her own musings.
The astonishment on Mian’s face gradually deepened.
He had already formed an answer in his mind, but the truth was too astonishing, making him reluctant to believe it.
Moreover, this being could directly converse with him, who came from the “future,” using only Aise’s past memories and dream carriers. What kind of transcendent, mind-boggling divine power was this?
“Dying isn’t so bad... It makes me feel more human.”
Learning of her own death, the goddess showed no hint of despair or grief. Instead, she let out a relieved smile, as if finding comfort in an answer she had long sought.
“Oh... little one, let me ask you something.”
The goddess suddenly appeared to remember something and turned to Mian.
Her form of address struck Mian as perfectly natural.
After all, according to the legends passed down by the Church of the Goddess, all of humanity was created by this very goddess.
“Please, go ahead.”
“Xia Lun... Do you know Xia Lun? How is he doing in the future?” The goddess’s ethereal voice now carried a trace of urgency.
“Mr. Xia Lun? He... he should be doing very well...” Mian hesitated before answering.
“Is that so? That’s truly wonderful...” The goddess seemed to heave a complete sigh of relief. “Thank you, little one... but since the future me has already passed away, I’m afraid I can’t give you any blessings as a reward.”
“You’re too kind...” Mian quickly waved his hands.
“Then let me trouble you with one last thing.” The goddess slowly raised a finger and pressed it to her lips. “Please keep what happened here a secret.”
“Uh... all right.” Mian nodded slowly. He could also sense her intangible, unyielding dignity.
Still, given the goddess’s current state, she seemed unable to erase his memory.
The white light before him receded rapidly, and Mian found himself back in his original position, hidden within the small thicket. It was as if the conversation with the goddess had been nothing but a brief illusion.
“What’s going on? Where did you just go?” came Aise’s voice, tinged with some displeasure. “Why did you suddenly disappear?”
After a brief pause, Aise muttered under his breath: “What a strange fellow...”
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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.
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
