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...”
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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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】
