Elesha struggled to rise from the ground.
Every inch of her body burned with pain.
Her fair arms were scraped raw by the jagged gravel, blood streaming down in rivulets.
To make matters worse, a sharp stone fragment had embedded itself deep into her thigh, rendering her unable to stand.
"Ah!"
Clutching her wounded leg, Elesha let out a pained cry.
Her distress seemed to draw the man's attention—another fireball came roaring toward her from behind.
"Get up, Elesha! Run!" Lanxia's hunched form stepped in front of her, conjuring a magical barrier that intercepted the fireball.
"Oh? A mage as well?" The man cast a cold, slightly surprised glance their way.
The barrier held against the flames and heat, but its glow visibly dimmed.
"Tch. Just a useless old hag." The man sneered.
Against most mages, he wouldn’t dare be so dismissive—older practitioners usually boasted greater experience and deeper reserves of magic. But this withered crone couldn’t even sustain a basic barrier. Clearly, she was a talentless, mediocre apprentice.
Several new fireballs began coalescing around the man.
"Elesha, stand up! You must flee—I can’t hold on much longer!" Lanxia’s aged face paled further.
"Grandmother... I can’t!" Elesha trembled, her hands slick with blood from her thigh. As a pampered noble daughter, she’d never endured such agony before.
"You must survive! The Norman bloodline is everything... Run! Stand up, Elesha! How could the Norman family produce such a weakling?" Lanxia’s voice was frantic.
"But I truly can’t move!" Elesha staggered to her feet, tears streaming, only to collapse again with a scream.
"You’re disgracing the Norman legacy!"
Their exchange was cut short as another fireball hurtled toward them.
Lanxia barely managed to reinforce the barrier, the heat forcing her back step by step.
"Has it... all come to this?"
Defeated, Lanxia slumped to the ground, watching helplessly as the man advanced.
She didn’t even know him—he was just a hired blade.
"Protect Lady Elesha!"
The remaining guards rushed forward, only to be repelled by searing flames.
The man bypassed Lanxia, stopping before Elesha. "Target confirmed."
But as he raised his hand, his brow furrowed. He turned sharply.
A shabby cargo wagon had intruded upon the battlefield, driven by an elven woman. Its cargo wasn’t goods, but three breathtaking figures—a man and two women.
"Shouldn’t we... stay farther away? This looks dangerous!" The petite girl’s voice reached the man’s ears.
The other two radiated no trace of magical energy either.
Fools with a death wish.
The man flicked his wrist, sending a fireball toward the wagon to erase the nuisance.
Yet the flames vanished mid-flight, as if swallowed by the air itself.
What—?
His pupils contracted. He raised his staff, summoning another fireball—but this time, the magic dissipated before it could fully form.
Panicked, he began chanting, only to realize he could no longer sense any elemental energy at all.
"This guy actually tried playing with fire in front of Aina... How naive." Liyana murmured, stroking Mo Lini’s fur.
The crimson beast had bolted into her arms at the fireball’s approach, now hastily squirming free.
"Back in the day, Aina held the title ‘Flame Sovereign’... though I doubt anyone remembers that now." Liyana mused.
Mo Lini blinked. "Huh...?"
How long ago was "back in the day"?
She stole a glance at Aina’s stunning face beneath the hood—she barely looked older than herself—then quickly averted her eyes.
Best not to overthink it... Liyana was probably just rambling.
"You tried to burn us alive just now, didn’t you?"
Xia Lun’s voice came from beside the man, soft as a whisper.
When had he moved? He’d been on the wagon moments ago!
This was supposed to be a simple job. What kind of monsters had he stumbled upon?
The man leaped back, putting distance between himself and both Elesha and Xia Lun.
"I’m giving you a chance to explain."
Xia Lun watched the man’s tense expression with something like pity.
The man attempted magic again—still nothing.
Who were these people?
Fine. Close-quarters combat it was.
He drew a dagger from his back. As an elite assassin of the Blood Pact, he was no stranger to melee combat—magic wasn’t his only weapon.
Though not a warrior, he could temporarily enhance his physical prowess with magic, even if it tore his muscles apart. It would be enough to end this quickly.
With a burst of speed that left a crater in the ground, the man shot toward Xia Lun like a bullet, trailing afterimages. A sonic boom cracked the air as he outpaced sound itself.
A high-ranking assassin had his pride. He wouldn’t abandon the mission over mere complications.
His blade flashed toward Xia Lun’s throat—
Then, his target vanished. So did his consciousness.
Xia Lun snapped his neck cleanly, granting him a painless exit.
"Those who disregard life... must be prepared to lose theirs." Xia Lun lowered the corpse gently.
"Good work, Xia Lun." Aina took his hand. Though unbloodied, she wiped it with a handkerchief anyway.
Then, rising on her toes, she pressed a kiss to his lips. "Don’t dwell on it. You did well."
Xia Lun gazed at the twisted corpse and nodded.
Aina’s fingertip ignited, engulfing the body in flames.
Moments later, only ashes remained, scattered by the wind.
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?"
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
