The clamor inside the venue continued to surge, refusing to settle.
On the screen, the glaring "9,326 points" hung like an insurmountable monument, weighing heavily on everyone.
Yet, all this commotion seemed irrelevant to Liu Yuan, who stood quietly in the corner.
Leaning against the cold wall, she kept her head slightly lowered, her long lashes casting faint shadows beneath her eyes.
Words like "record," "top scorer," "domination," and "clown" drifted into her ears but failed to stir even the slightest ripple in her heart.
Her world, at this moment, was unusually still.
Her fingers glided lightly across her phone's smooth screen, unlocking it. The glow illuminated her delicate face.
She ignored the flood of news notifications about the martial exam.
Instead, she went straight to Yuanxin and tapped on the pinned name at the top.
[Iris: I’m done with the test! Are you busy, brother? Can I come find you~?]
Send.
Then she stayed like that, motionless, staring at the screen, her fingertips absently tracing the edge of her phone.
Someone passed by, waving their arms excitedly while discussing with a classmate: "Did you see that? Nineteen thousand kilograms! My god, is that even human?"
Liu Yuan paid no attention, her gaze fixed on the screen, waiting for the familiar avatar to light up with a new message.
She didn’t care who the top scorer was or who broke the record.
She only cared about one person’s whereabouts.
The screen flickered slightly.
Almost instantly, her eyes caught the new notification.
[IWantToSleep: I’m in Rest Area B, by the window.]
The corner of Liu Yuan’s lips lifted—just a fraction, so slight it was almost imperceptible—yet it melted away the faint coolness in her expression.
Her beautiful eyes brightened, shimmering with tiny sparks of light.
Liu Yuan immediately pocketed her phone and straightened up.
Her movements were swift and precise, without a trace of hesitation.
She strode toward Rest Area B.
Navigating through the noisy crowd, she dodged someone who nearly bumped into her while gesturing wildly.
"Hey, did you see—?"
The person tried to share their excitement, but Liu Yuan simply sidestepped with a soft "Excuse me," never breaking her stride.
The speaker blinked, watching her retreating figure, then muttered, "Weirdo. Doesn’t even care about Jiangxia’s big celebration..."
The sign for Rest Area B grew clearer as she approached.
She could already make out a faint silhouette by the window.
Compared to the bustling corridors, this area was noticeably quieter.
A few examinees who had finished early sat scattered around—some looked tense, others whispered among themselves, while a few still buzzed about Yun Huang’s record-breaking performance.
Liu Yuan didn’t pause. Her eyes swept across the room.
By the window...
Her gaze skipped over empty seats, past figures hunched over their phones or resting with closed eyes.
Then—she stopped.
The sunlight by the window was bright, outlining the profile of a young man.
He lounged casually against the back of his seat, one arm draped over the empty space beside him, his head slightly tilted as if dozing.
The light traced clean, sharp lines along his features.
The moment she spotted him, her steps quickened—from a walk to a jog, then almost a sprint, as if carried by the wind.
A faint creak of the chair.
Su Qi, who had indeed been on the verge of sleep, suddenly felt a soft figure crash into him.
The impact nearly toppled him backward, chair and all.
Luckily, his reflexes kicked in—his hands braced against the armrests, barely steadying himself.
Warmth pressed against his chest, carrying the faint, sweet scent of a girl.
The person in his arms buried herself against him, her arms locked tightly around his waist, her face hidden in his chest. Though he couldn’t see her expression, he could feel it—dependency?
Su Qi raised a hand and patted her back lightly.
"You’re back."
His voice was rough with sleep but laced with a trace of gentleness.
Liu Yuan didn’t answer. Instead, she nuzzled deeper into him, as if trying to press her cheek even closer.
He didn’t say anything else, letting her hold him.
The position was a little awkward, but it was warm.
After about half a minute, Liu Yuan’s grip loosened slightly, though her arms remained wrapped around him.
Few people were in the rest area. Some glanced over curiously but soon looked away.
Liu Yuan tilted her head up to look at Su Qi. In her bright eyes, only his reflection remained.
"I just... finished the test and suddenly missed you."
Her voice was soft.
The sunlight outside slanted in, wrapping the two of them in a warm, golden glow.
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.”
] 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.
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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."
