The Order Era, Year 1139.
Another brand-new day.
Last night, Xia Lun had shared a few drinks with Liyana before spending a wonderful night with Aina.
Half-awake, Xia Lun felt something warm and soft brush against his cheek, moist as morning dew lightly settling on a flower petal.
When he opened his eyes, Aina’s delicate face came into view. Her crimson eyes glimmered with affection in the morning light, while her silver-white hair spilled across the pillow like silk woven from moonlight.
“Ah… Did I wake you, Xia Lun? I’m so sorry…” Aina’s voice was tinged with the drowsy sweetness of someone who had only just woken up, and she sounded a little apologetic.
“What are you doing?”
“As you can see, I’m kissing your cheek, Xia Lun.” Aina pressed her lips to his cheek again and again, leaving several kisses behind. “You’re just too cute…”
“You should use words like handsome or dashing to describe me, not cute,” Xia Lun corrected her, reaching out to gently brush aside the stray hair falling across her forehead.
“Whatever you say.” Aina gave a slight pout, too lazy to argue with Xia Lun over something so trivial.
“Besides, you shouldn’t only be kissing my cheek,” Xia Lun added.
“Oh? You’re quite energetic this early in the morning. Honestly, you’re impossible…”
A blush immediately spread across Aina’s cheeks, like a rose just beginning to bloom.
She gathered her loose hair into a ponytail behind her, baring her graceful neck. Then she parted her lips slightly and began to lean down.
“What are you doing?” Xia Lun drew back a little, stopping Aina’s movement with some alarm.
A sly glint flashed through Aina’s eyes. Suddenly, she pounced on him again and sealed his lips with hers, as though she intended to freeze time itself in that moment.
After a long while, their lips parted.
“Of course I’m going to kiss you. What else did you think I was going to do?” Aina teased, extending a finger to toy with Xia Lun’s chin. “If you really want me to, I suppose I could make an exception…”
Without changing his expression, Xia Lun reached out, slipped both arms beneath Aina’s armpits, and gently lifted her away like an unruly kitten, setting her down to one side.
“It’s time to get up.”
“Oh.” Aina stuck out her tongue. Her husband really was far too conservative.
Under Xia Lun’s watchful gaze, Aina very seriously changed out of her light white silk nightdress and put on her undergarments.
Because a major battle could break out at any time… Aina usually wore only this nightdress after taking a bath, without a stitch of clothing beneath it.
It was actually quite comfortable to dress that way, though it did tend to ruin a few nightdresses.
Still, the sensation of tearing the nightdress was wonderful, so it was worth it.
Xia Lun yawned. Aina immediately came over to help him get dressed. Her nimble fingers fastened his buttons, occasionally “accidentally” brushing across his chest or lightly rubbing his neck while pretending to straighten his collar.
“By the way, it seems that the False Truth perished last night. You don’t have to worry about that thing trying to dig out your eyeballs anymore.” As she adjusted Xia Lun’s collar, Aina spoke casually, as if she had just remembered something.
“Huh?” Caught off guard, Xia Lun let out a strange sound much like a blood bat.
“I sensed that thing’s aura disappear while we were busy with more important matters.” Aina couldn’t help letting out a soft laugh. Then, slightly embarrassed, she continued, “I was so exhausted afterward that I went to rest first, so I forgot to tell you at the time… I think you’re to blame for that. Your stamina is practically monstrous.”
Aina looked up and glared at Xia Lun reproachfully, puffing out her cheeks.
“Yes, yes, of course,” Xia Lun replied perfunctorily. He rubbed Aina’s head, dispelling her feigned anger, and then pressed her for more details. “So how did it die? Who killed it?”
Xia Lun knew that the abilities controlled by the False Truth were extremely troublesome. As long as it truly wanted to hide, even Aina would have had difficulty eliminating it completely.
While smoothing out the wrinkles in Xia Lun’s sleeve, Aina explained, “It seems to have been tricked by the Fallen Years. The Fallen Years sent it back into the past, where it was killed by the Goddess of the Past.”
“The Fallen Years?” Xia Lun had heard Aina mention that name before.
“An ancient evil god who commands the power of time. Among the evil gods beyond the many worlds, it possesses one of the most troublesome abilities.” Aina began to explain. “I heard that it repeatedly turned back time in an attempt to undo its regrets. But time cannot be reversed, and what has already happened cannot be changed. Through endless cycles of reincarnation, it gradually forgot its original goal and lost all of its former memories…”
“That sounds like a truly tragic story,” Xia Lun remarked.
“The Fallen Years has always belonged to the neutral faction among the evil gods… But this time, it actually sabotaged the False Truth and even took the initiative to curry favor with me.” Aina finished what she was doing and looked rather pleased with her work.
“Oh?” Xia Lun raised an eyebrow. “Could it be plotting something?”
After all, it was an evil god. Xia Lun’s concern was perfectly reasonable.
“But my guess is that the Fallen Years initially intended to use the False Truth’s abilities to try to alter the Truth of Time and accomplish its unfinished goal…” Aina analyzed the situation seriously. “But the False Truth clearly couldn’t do that, and it was erased by the Goddess of the Past instead. So that fellow probably switched sides at the last moment because it was afraid I would target it for helping the False Truth. Don’t worry. Although it’s very powerful… it’s no match for me. It can’t threaten our world.”
“Aina…”
“Hmm?”
“You really are amazing.” Xia Lun lightly tapped Aina on the nose.
Only she could deal with those evil gods so casually—and be so deeply feared by the others.
“Of course I am.” Aina lifted her chin proudly. “So you’d better listen to me, Xia Lun.”
“Or else?”
“Or else I’ll beat you up.” Aina answered fiercely, waving her little fist. But the smile in her eyes betrayed her true feelings.
“Would you really?”
“Xia Lun… Your skin is getting thicker and thicker.” Aina couldn’t help sighing as she reached out and gently pinched his cheek.
“So, would you really?” Xia Lun couldn’t help asking again.
“Hmph. Of course I wouldn’t.” Aina finally surrendered. She lightly pounded her fist against Xia Lun’s chest before burying her face in his arms.
The sunlight in the room gradually brightened, gently enveloping their figures. Xia Lun wrapped his arms around Aina and placed a kiss in her hair, savoring the peace and happiness of that moment.
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?"
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
