Inside Enlaisi’s villa, the furnishings carried a nostalgic, retro charm.
The walls of the drawing room were covered in faded iris-patterned wallpaper, bearing faint traces of smoke. Three small brown velvet sofas were arranged in a semicircle around a wooden coffee table at the center of the room. Two of the sofas were pristine, while the third bore a noticeable depression from frequent use, its armrest marred by a scorch mark left by Enlaisi’s pipe.
A marble-framed oil painting hung on the wall, depicting a young girl in a long dress. For some reason, her face appeared blurred, indistinct, and the entire painting glowed softly under the warmth of the nearby fireplace.
Opposite the painting hung a pendulum clock, its hands ticking back and forth with a steady rhythm. At certain hours, a brass mechanical bird might even pop out to announce the time.
Xia Lun made himself at home, settling onto one of the sofas.
With four people and three sofas, the seating was just right. Enlaisi took his usual spot, Liyana sat beside him, Xia Lun settled across from Enlaisi next to Liyana, and Aina nestled comfortably in Xia Lun’s lap.
Upstairs, Mo Lini bustled about in her room, the occasional clatter and startled "Aiya!" echoing down.
On the coffee table, Xia Lun’s gaze was drawn to an old photo frame. Inside was a carefree young man with a confident grin, standing beside a slightly shy girl. Judging by her attire, she was unmistakably the same girl from the oil painting on the wall.
"Is this you, Professor Enlaisi? You were quite the dashing fellow back then!" Liyana pointed at the young man in the frame, addressing Enlaisi.
"I’m still dashing," Enlaisi retorted, instinctively reaching for the pocket holding his pipe before hesitating and withdrawing his hand.
"And is this girl your wife?" Liyana’s attention shifted to the other figure. "She’s so beautiful."
"Absolutely smitten with me," Enlaisi declared proudly. "Well… though we never actually married. We were just… involved."
"Why?" Liyana asked, puzzled, then sighed. "Were you reluctant to leave behind your other admirers? Oh, Enlaisi, you can’t be so fickle… I’ve dated plenty of girls myself, but I’ve always been faithful—"
"It was her situation," Enlaisi murmured, shaking his head slightly. His fingers clenched into a fist, veins standing out starkly before he slowly relaxed. "The night before we were to be engaged, she… had an accident."
"I’m sorry," Liyana whispered, dropping the subject.
Enlaisi’s gaze softened as it lingered on Xia Lun and Aina.
Then, with a hearty laugh, he added, "Young people should be like you—cherish what you have now, savor the sweetness of love… Because when you’re older, you might not have the chance."
"You’re absolutely right, Professor Enlaisi," Aina said, leaning into Xia Lun’s embrace. "Hear that, Xia Lun? You know what to do when we get back."
Xia Lun nodded helplessly.
Just moments ago, Aina had warned him not to pick up bad habits from these two.
Enlaisi chuckled. "Such a spirited girl… You’re a lucky man, Xia Lun."
Mo Lini descended the stairs, weighed down by a large russet backpack that swayed behind her like a squirrel’s tail.
"I… I really have to move out, Professor Enlaisi…" Mo Lini made one last attempt to resist.
Enlaisi nodded. "Yes, don’t worry about me. Go on."
"But… who will cook for you after this?"
Enlaisi straightened, adopting a serious tone. "Mo Lini… to be honest, I never thought your cooking was particularly good. Compared to the professional chefs at the school cafeteria, there’s quite a gap… and I don’t have to clean up afterward."
Mo Lini’s eyes welled up. "Waaah—"
Liyana stepped forward, hefting the large backpack off Mo Lini’s shoulders. "Don’t worry, you won’t have to cook anymore."
"We’ll take our leave now," Xia Lun said, rising slowly from the sofa with Aina cradled in his arms like a doll.
Enlaisi waved cheerfully. "Take care."
Mo Lini, still reluctant, was gently but firmly steered away by Liyana’s guiding hand.
However, the moment Mo Lini was escorted to Xia Lun’s estate, her eyes lit up in wonder.
"Wow! You live in a place like this?"
"Oh my! Such a huge garden!"
"There’s even a fountain in the garden!"
"What’s this? A golem?!"
"Amazing! This is incredible!"
Having never experienced aristocratic life before, Mo Lini was utterly dazzled by the sight before her.
She tiptoed behind Liyana, terrified that even brushing against a single flower might leave her indebted for life.
"So… where will I be staying? A dark, damp dungeon?" Mo Lini ventured timidly. "Will I be allowed out sometimes?"
"There’s no dungeon here," Liyana said flatly.
"Ah? Then… the stables?"
"No one’s making you sleep in the stables, Mo Lini," Liyana sighed. "Just pick any empty room."
Mo Lini muttered under her breath, "Just so we’re clear, you’re the ones forcing me to stay here. I… I can’t afford to pay rent."
The girl had clearly been scarred by poverty.
"And… don’t call me ‘teacher’ anymore. Just use my name."
"Got it, Mo Lini. I always thought the title didn’t suit you anyway," Liyana said, slinging an arm around her shoulders. "For now, attend your classes as usual, but if you’re free, try to stay within the estate. It’s safest that way."
Suddenly, Mo Lini noticed Aina speaking to empty air, seemingly addressing someone named Yisi.
Mo Lini paled.
This estate… couldn’t possibly be haunted, could it?
What she didn’t know was that compared to Yisi, ghosts were downright adorable.
"Oh, and there’s one more thing—extremely, extremely, extremely important. It’s a matter of life and death," Liyana said, her expression turning grave.
Mo Lini gulped. The triple "extremely" drove home the severity.
"Under no circumstances are you to approach the middle room upstairs, let alone try to open that ornate door," Liyana warned sternly.
"What… what’s in there? An imprisoned evil god?" Mo Lini quavered.
"No… nothing like that. But it’s far more dangerous!"
"Then… what is it?"
Liyana squared her shoulders. "That’s Xia Lun and Aina’s bedroom!"
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?!”
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?"
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?"
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?!
