Must... what?
Liu Yuan didn’t dare to think further.
She lay back on the bed, pulling the covers over her head, trying to shut out the chaotic thoughts swirling in her mind.
...
Time passed slowly.
The room was silent.
The living room seemed quiet too—had Su Qi returned to his own room?
Liu Yuan curled up under the blankets, her mind a jumbled mess.
The space beneath the covers grew stiflingly warm.
She quietly lifted a corner, letting in a stream of cool air.
The heat in her cheeks subsided slightly.
Closing her eyes, she replayed every detail of what had just happened.
Every image, every word...
Shame surged through her again, but this time, Liu Yuan didn’t resist it.
Instead, she... embraced the feeling.
The "special talent seed" inside her seemed to grow more active, emitting faint, tingling currents of energy that flowed through her limbs.
Not enough...
She bit her lip, fingers unconsciously gripping the pillow.
In her mind, Su Qi’s figure grew clearer.
His teasing smirk, his focused expression when serious, the rare moments of tenderness... and today, when he hid those strange "gifts"...
And later, when he barged into her room with that mischief...
All these versions of Su Qi intertwined in her thoughts.
The energy from her special talent surged more violently, tiny electric currents dancing across her skin.
An indescribable emptiness rose from deep within, accompanied by an overwhelming urge.
She instinctively tensed.
Hesitating... but finally, she slowly withdrew her hand from the pillow.
She made a bold move.
...
"Mmm..."
A muffled sound escaped her lips.
Liu Yuan bit down on her lower lip, swallowing back any further noise.
Her mind was filled only with Su Qi—his presence growing sharper, more... real.
As if he were right beside her, his warm hand encouraging her, assuring her she could awaken her special talent.
The energy waves intensified.
Brighter and brighter.
Her movements became less controlled, chasing the escalating throbs of pleasure.
"Brother..."
A whisper, trembling and barely audible, slipped from her lips.
Boom—!
The "special talent seed" erupted in a blinding flash.
A torrential wave swept through every cell of her body!
For a moment, she felt as if her soul might leave her entirely.
...
Next door, Su Qi—who had been tossing and turning in bed—slipped out to check on the faint noises coming from his sister’s room.
Then he heard it.
That barely audible whisper of "Brother."
His body froze.
[Pleasure +999] x10
Su Qi’s throat went dry.
A certain suspicion made his heart race, his face flushing unnaturally.
...
After the overwhelming tide receded, all that remained was exhaustion and... a strange sense of accomplishment.
Liu Yuan lay limp on the bed, too spent to even lift a finger.
Yet her mind was unusually clear.
She could feel it—the "seed" was no longer just a seed.
It had fully awakened, forming a peculiar connection with her.
A stream of information flowed naturally into her consciousness.
[When Longing Overflows Into Sickness]
[Description: The mighty demons stand against the gods, while the weak cling to the strong.]
[The Black Peach-Tail Demon is among the latter—yet it refuses to accept its fate.]
[With their alluring forms, they siphon nourishment from greater demons.]
[All love and desire are their sustenance.]
[But among them, there was an anomaly.]
[Barren. Diminutive.]
[In the eyes of demons who worship strength and stature, she was hideous.]
[Born in shame, raised in mockery.]
[Until she met "that person."]
[He was but a passing breeze, yet he stirred a storm in her heart.]
[She told herself it was mere coincidence, swallowing her longing for him.]
[But she couldn’t lie to herself.]
[For every ounce of longing she denied, it doubled in return.]
[Years passed, and her longing overflowed into sickness.]
...
[Rank: ???? (Tier 4)]
[Growth Condition: Accumulate 500 million EXP from a "specific target" (0/500,000,000)]
[Current Available Ability: Heart’s Anchor (Beginner)]
[Heart’s Anchor (Beginner): You can vaguely sense the surface emotions of a "specific target" (range: 10 meters). You may also transmit faint emotions or longing to them (no distance limit).]
[Soul’s Pact: No matter where you are, you will always meet "that person."]
[Love’s Demon: (Locked)]
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
