The first light of dawn pierced through the clouds, and darkness slowly receded.
Dewdrops trembled on the tips of grass blades, and faint insect chirps echoed in the surroundings.
It had been a peaceful night.
Aina slowly opened her eyes.
Something felt missing. A vague unease settled in her heart after waking.
She stepped out of the tent. The campfire from last night had long since burned out, leaving only cold ashes behind—Aina could even spot the traces of fish bones she had tossed in earlier.
Ah, that was it. Xia Lun had been scolded by Liyana the previous night, so he must have gone elsewhere to practice his swordplay. That was why she hadn’t heard the familiar whooshing of his blade this morning.
Aina didn’t find Xia Lun’s sword practice noisy. On the contrary, the rhythmic, powerful sound of his swings brought her a strange sense of calm.
No.
Aina frowned slightly.
Why should she care about such trivial things?
A sphere of water condensed before her, and she began her morning routine.
A soft rustling came from behind.
"Ah… Morning, Aina." Liyana crawled out of her tent like a zombie, her hair disheveled, and yawned widely. "Mind making me a water ball too? I need to wash my hair…"
A massive water sphere hurled straight at Liyana’s face, drenching her from head to toe.
"Hey! Aina, could you be a little gentler next time?" Liyana snapped, instantly more awake, her temper flaring.
Aina remained silent.
Under Aina’s calm gaze, Liyana’s anger inexplicably faded, replaced by self-reflection.
Had she somehow offended the mage lady again?
Aina watched Liyana’s soaked, disheveled state and felt a slight pang of guilt.
"Sorry."
Liyana’s eyes widened.
Had she just heard an apology from the ever-stoic Aina?
She was almost flattered.
"By the way… Where’s Xia Lun? He’s usually the first one up. Why isn’t he here?" Liyana glanced around but saw no sign of him.
Aina replied, "He seems to have gone somewhere else to train with his sword."
Liyana suddenly understood—she had offended Aina.
Last night, she had been the one to tell Xia Lun to practice farther away.
But… had their relationship already progressed to this point? Aina actually missed his presence after just a short absence? Xia Lun… what a terrifying man.
Xia Lun returned soon after, bringing breakfast for everyone—a massive wild boar.
"Such greasy food first thing in the morning?" Liyana complained.
Xia Lun shot her a look. "We’re in the wilderness. Beggars can’t be choosers. You’re welcome to keep chewing on dry rations if you prefer."
He added fresh firewood to the remnants of the campfire. Without a word, a small flame flickered at Aina’s fingertips.
Liyana’s eyes nearly popped out. Since when had these two become so in sync?
"Liyana, if you’ve got time to stand around, go pick some wild vegetables and mushrooms," Xia Lun said, exasperated by her idleness. "And don’t bring back any poisonous ones."
"I’m an elf! Xia Lun, you jerk, are you mocking me?" Liyana stomped her foot indignantly. "I know these woods better than my own home!"
"Ah, so you’re an elf? Hard to tell sometimes." Moke emerged from his tent, stretching lazily. "I thought elves were supposed to be graceful and refined… You’re certainly a rare breed."
Liyana stormed off in a huff.
Not long after, she came sprinting back, screaming, "Help! Xia Lun, help!"
A deafening buzz followed her—a swarm of fist-sized killer bees, darkening the sky as they surged toward the camp.
"Liyana! What the hell did you do?!" Moke’s eyes nearly bulged out of his skull.
"I don’t know!" Liyana wailed, utterly bewildered by her own misfortune.
"I thought you knew the forest better than your own home?!"
"I can’t control a sudden bee uprising!" she retorted, indignant.
Xia Lun sighed wryly, then turned to Aina. "Can you handle this?"
If Aina couldn’t, their only option was to run—even if Xia Lun swung his sword for three days straight, he wouldn’t be able to kill all these bees.
"Easy."
Aina raised her staff, and flames erupted skyward, forming an impenetrable wall of fire around the camp.
The swarm crashed into the flames like a torrential downpour, crackling and popping as the bees burned—not a single one made it through.
"W-we’re saved…" Liyana collapsed to the ground, gasping in relief, still clutching two mushrooms in her hand.
"What rotten luck… How did this even happen? Did some monster disturb the hive?" she muttered, staring at the meager harvest—nowhere near enough to share.
Meanwhile, Xia Lun’s wild boar had already been skewered and roasted over the fire, its fat sizzling, filling the air with a mouthwatering aroma.
"Still… we’re stuck here until these bees return to their nest," Xia Lun said, eyeing the fiery barrier. "Aina, can you sustain the magic?"
Maintaining such a large-scale spell must be draining her mana.
Aina replied coolly, "No problem."
Her nose twitched slightly as the scent of roasted meat wafted toward her.
Xia Lun chuckled. "Want some?"
He glanced at the faint red glow emanating from Aina’s staff as she maintained the fire wall. "If your hands are full… I could feed you."
"Unnecessary." Aina remained expressionless, cradling her staff. "I can manage."
Xia Lun looked almost disappointed.
"Anyone there?"
Suddenly, a booming voice called from beyond the flames.
Xia Lun blinked in surprise. With the killer bees swarming outside, who in their right mind would still be out there?
"Mind if I come in? These bees are a real nuisance!" the voice continued.
It sounded familiar.
Xia Lun glanced at Aina, and a small gap opened in the fire wall. A figure dashed through the flames and landed inside.
It was a tall man in white robes.
Pulling back his hood, he revealed a gleaming bald head.
Musen—the priest they had rescued from the belly of a land dragon.
"Ah! Sir Xia Lun, what a coincidence! Fancy meeting you here!" Musen beamed with delight.
"Musen! What are you doing here?" Liyana gasped. "The killer bees are going berserk—are you okay?"
"Well, they did sting me a bit…"
Musen plucked out several stingers from his skin—but there was no blood. The barbs hadn’t even pierced his flesh, and the venom had no effect.
"Oh, right." Musen suddenly produced a large clay jar from who-knows-where. "Care for some honey?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
