Xia Lun soaked in the pool, his arms resting on the edge, his back turned. The misty steam enveloped the space, obscuring his expression from Elesha, who stood behind him. All she could see were the defined muscles of his back.
"Thank you for your kindness, Miss Elesha… but I believe you should maintain some distance," Xia Lun's calm voice broke the silence. "I already have a wife."
"I… I don’t mind," Elesha murmured, her voice trembling. "Just once is enough… and no one will ever know what happens here…"
She swallowed hard, convinced that no man would refuse such an offer.
Xia Lun sighed, rubbing his forehead in exasperation.
He was truly being underestimated.
Was this a joke? Even the Demon King had been utterly subdued by him. Did this naive little girl really think she could sway him?
Besides, if he stayed in the bathhouse any longer, Liyana would undoubtedly barge in to see what was going on.
"You should leave, Miss Elesha," Xia Lun waved her off. "I won’t betray my wife."
"Is it because I’m too young? Because I lack charm?" Elesha’s voice quivered. "I… I truly need you…"
"Need me for what?"
"To… to bear your child and continue the bloodline of the Norman Family…" Her reply was barely audible.
"Did Lady Lanxia send you?" Xia Lun immediately saw through the scheme. "Forgive my bluntness, Miss Elesha, but engaging in such an act with someone you don’t love is utterly foolish."
"But… I’ve heard that you’re a kind man, Xia Lun. I don’t dislike you at all." Elesha lowered her gaze, staring at her pale toes.
"I’ll be leaving soon. Do you really think a single encounter would guarantee a child? That’s hardly realistic."
Xia Lun had no intention of acting recklessly and tried to persuade her to leave. If this situation escalated, it would tarnish both their reputations.
"For the sake of the Norman bloodline, I’m willing to take that gamble."
"Is bloodline truly so important?" Xia Lun’s voice softened, as if he already held the upper hand.
"What do you mean, Xia Lun?" Elesha looked startled. "Of course it’s important. The Norman lineage has endured for generations. If it ends with me, how could I face our ancestors in the afterlife?"
"After death, there’s nothing—no consciousness, no meeting your ancestors." Xia Lun spoke with certainty.
He knew this better than anyone.
"Even so… I can’t let it end… The Norman bloodline is noble…"
"Bloodlines aren’t inherently noble or lowly. We’re all just people," Xia Lun continued nonchalantly, drying himself while still submerged, out of Elesha’s sight. "What makes the Norman lineage special? Do you possess something others lack? Or is your magical talent superior?"
Elesha bit her lip, visibly embarrassed by his words.
Xia Lun had already noticed—her magical energy was faint, far from qualifying her as a mage.
After all, the Norman Family wasn’t known for producing great sorcerers.
"There’s no need to cling to bloodline traditions… You should think about living for yourself, Miss Elesha."
Elesha stood frozen, her mind reeling.
No one had ever spoken to her like this before. Her grandmother’s commands had always dictated her life.
"Take the legendary Hero, for example. Do you know if his bloodline still exists?" Xia Lun coughed lightly, pressing further.
"Probably… not," Elesha whispered.
After all, anyone who claimed to be the Hero’s descendant was exposed as a fraud and publicly shamed. Eventually, no one dared to call themselves Xia Lun’s heirs.
"See? Bloodlines mean nothing. Don’t chain yourself to empty ideals. Everyone deserves freedom. Even if your family declines, so what? As long as you’re alive, you should pursue what you desire, Miss Elesha."
Xia Lun stepped out of the pool, a towel wrapped around his waist.
"I… should do what I want…" Elesha murmured, lost in thought.
Xia Lun approached her and gently patted her shoulder. "So, what’s your dream, Miss Elesha?"
After all his earnest advice, she must have understood.
He knew this was Lady Lanxia’s scheme—Elesha wasn’t acting of her own will. Xia Lun could sense her nervousness and innocence; she was still an inexperienced girl.
"Xia Lun… When I was little, I always dreamed that a Hero would come to save me… take me away from the manor, on adventures, to see the world…"
Elesha looked up, her breath quickening, eyes burning with intensity—as if her emotions could materialize into hearts. "I think I’ve found my Hero now… Xia Lun…"
Xia Lun: "…"
This wasn’t how he expected things to unfold.
In his mind, she’d recall some innocent childhood aspiration—"Ah, I wanted to be a painter!"—then pick up a brush and live her dream.
But reality had other plans.
"Xia Lun… Please… take me. I’ll give you everything… I’ll do anything you ask…" Her gaze was fervent, reminiscent of the desire he’d seen in Aina’s eyes.
Xia Lun hadn’t anticipated Elesha’s personality.
Years of repression had turned her emotions into a volcano, erupting the moment she found an outlet.
This was trouble.
Xia Lun could never reciprocate her feelings. To him, Elesha was still a child… and this situation was a world-ending crisis in the making.
"Miss Elesha… I can’t accept your feelings," he sighed. "I love my wife deeply. There’s no future for us."
"I… I see! It’s because of your wife, isn’t it? You seem… afraid of her." Elesha’s eyes widened in realization.
Xia Lun: "…"
How did she figure that out?
Ridiculous. He wasn’t afraid of Aina. She’d fulfill any request he made… probably.
"So… if I become stronger, more exceptional than Aina… you’d choose me instead?" Her eyes sparkled with hope.
"Well… you could try, I suppose." Xia Lun awkwardly averted his gaze.
"Alright, I will! Lord Xia Lun! I'll keep getting stronger!" Elesha clenched her fist, as if filled with boundless determination. "Wait for me, Lord Xia Lun. One day, I'll take you away from Miss Aina's side!"
] [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!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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)
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?!
