Chaos Era, Year 1815.
"Ah! Moke, shut up! Just shut up already!" Liyana covered her ears.
"Could you at least not start every sentence with either 'let go' or 'shut up' when calling my name?" Moke replied helplessly.
"Then could you stop either biting me or singing every time?" Liyana shot back defiantly.
"Is my singing really that bad?" Moke pouted, seemingly unconvinced.
Liyana widened her eyes. "Do you really have no self-awareness? If it were up to me, I’d ask Musen to cast a healing spell on my ears every time you finish singing!"
"Should I?" Musen suddenly looked up.
"Ah, just kidding. No need to waste your magic on something so trivial," Liyana waved her hand dismissively.
"Because it’s bad, that’s why I need to practice harder..." Moke clenched his fist lightly, as if steeling his resolve.
"And what about us? Are you just going to sacrifice your teammates for this?" Liyana wailed dramatically.
"If it’s just you, I won’t feel the slightest bit guilty."
Moke lowered his eyelids slightly and glanced at Xia Lun sitting across from him.
At the moment, the five of them were crammed inside a carriage—Liyana and Aina sat on one side, while the petite Moke and the towering Musen occupied the other.
Xia Lun showed no reaction.
Noticing Moke’s gaze, Xia Lun removed two cotton balls from his ears. "What is it?"
Moke: "..."
That small gesture from Xia Lun inflicted far greater damage than Liyana’s endless complaints.
Moke then turned to Aina, who sat half a meter away from Xia Lun, her face expressionless, seemingly entirely unaffected by his singing.
"Yes?"
Since Moke was still her teammate, Aina wouldn’t outright ignore him.
She lightly touched her earlobe, and with a faint shimmer, a simple silencing spell dissipated.
"N-never mind. Sorry for bothering you." Moke’s face fell.
Suddenly, the moving carriage jolted violently, accompanied by the neighing of horses and the driver’s sharp exhale as it came to an abrupt stop.
Aina swayed slightly, losing her balance, and her hand landed on Xia Lun’s thigh before she quickly pulled it back.
"Something wrong outside?" Liyana lifted the carriage curtain.
"S-sirs!" The temporarily hired driver stammered in reply. "We’ve been ambushed by bandits!"
"What? Bandits? That’s perfect!" Liyana exclaimed excitedly.
"Huh?" The driver wondered if he’d misheard.
Liyana turned back into the carriage. "Xia Lun, did you hear that? Bandits! Can I handle this one?"
"Do as you like," Xia Lun replied resignedly.
Liyana grabbed the quiver and longbow at her feet and rushed out eagerly.
"I’ll lend a hand too. Can’t let Miss Liyana face any danger alone," Musen slowly rose from his seat.
"Why is she so excited? Is she some kind of deranged killer?" Moke muttered in disbelief.
"Because when we first started adventuring, we were broke," Xia Lun reminisced, a hint of nostalgia in his voice. "Our first income came from the kindness of bandits."
Kind bandits?
Moke’s lips twitched, unsure how to respond.
Then again, anyone foolish enough to rob them clearly had no sense of judgment.
......
"Boss, there’s a carriage up ahead!"
"Oh? Just one?" Xelow raised an eyebrow.
This area was his territory—the infamous Xelow the Mad Blade, with a bounty of a hundred gold coins on his head. Who would dare trespass so recklessly?
"Y-yes! Probably outsiders who haven’t heard of your reputation, Boss," a lackey quickly flattered.
"Then rally the men! Time to get to work!"
As the carriage reached the crossroads, a group of over a dozen bandits leaped out from behind the roadside trees, startling the driver into halting abruptly.
Then, an elf stepped out of the carriage.
Xelow’s eyes lit up. Just this elf alone—whether sold into slavery or kept for himself—would be a massive profit.
Next, a muscular, bald giant emerged from the carriage.
Xelow’s expression darkened. That guy was clearly not to be trifled with.
So that’s how it was. The bald one must be their bodyguard, which explained their audacity to enter his domain with so few people.
But Xelow wasn’t about to back down.
After all, he’d once been an adventurer himself—a mid-tier warrior with peerless blade skills. He wasn’t the least bit intimidated.
"Hey, got any last words?"
To his surprise, the elf woman was the first to speak.
Xelow paused.
Probably relying on that bodyguard for confidence, huh?
Once he hacked off that bald head and kicked it like a ball, he wondered what expression that pretty face would make.
"Hand over everything valuable! The elf stays with me—the rest can scram!" Xelow pointed at Liyana with a vicious grin.
"How unoriginal," Liyana sighed.
In the next instant, she drew her bow and loosed an arrow, piercing a bandit’s heart before anyone could react.
"She’s an archer!"
"Charge!"
"Return fire!"
Under Xelow’s command, the bandits moved with surprising coordination—some advancing with round shields, others nocking arrows, resembling a proper adventurer party.
Without skill, Xelow wouldn’t have thrived as a bandit.
Musen shielded the driver, blocking several rusty, poorly maintained arrows. To him, they stung less than the hornets they’d faced earlier.
Liyana’s hands became a blur. Despite the four or five enemy archers, she outpaced them all, her arrows striking true—each one crippling a shield-bearing bandit with shots to the legs, leaving them writhing in agony.
Xelow finally realized something was wrong. This wasn’t how things were supposed to go.
Were these two bounty hunters sent to claim his head?
Gritting his teeth, Xelow turned tail and fled.
A moment later, a razor-sharp arrow pierced his throat, pinning him to a tree.
"How foolish, turning your back on an archer," Liyana lamented before hopping off the carriage to rummage through the corpses.
"These guys are dirt poor. Nothing valuable at all."
Moke suggested, "Should we take the leader’s head? Might be worth a bounty."
Liyana shuddered in disgust, "Eww—no way, that's just too gross. Besides, this guy's so weak, how much could he possibly be worth?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
with Taming My Adopted Niece) (Multiple Heroines + Power Fantasy) Before transmigrating, Wang Jianqiang suffered greatly from novels with no female leads. Holding firm to the belief that "women only slow down my blade," he stubbornly maintained his virginity even after decades in the Sect of Dual Cultivation. In his twilight years, with his cultivation stagnant at the third level of Qi Refining, he finally succumbed and "rewarded" himself once—triggering the awakening of the Godly Cultivation System. From then on, he realized women might actually be his lucky stars on the path to immortality. Deciding to indulge freely and savor life, he found his ungrateful adopted niece knocking at his door...
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!" "......"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
