"Negative Trait?"
Liu Yuan stared at her phone, her delicate brows furrowing in confusion.
What kind of obscure term was this?
Shouldn’t this only appear on legendary-tier cards of the eighth rank or higher?
Because the power was too overwhelming, the user had to pay a certain price to wield it.
It was both strength and a curse.
Are you telling me this "mere" fourth-rank rare card also has a negative trait?
She didn’t see any negative trait…
Wait a second?
Huh?
Huh?!
Finally, at the very bottom of the card’s panel, she spotted a line of gray text that nearly blended into the background.
[Special Skill ③: But at what cost? — Must complete the "Daily Adventure" to activate Special Skills ① and ②. Otherwise, the card only retains its basic attributes.]
You see…
Cards below the legendary tier usually had black backgrounds with white text…
So this Special Skill ③ was gray text on a black background…
Excuse me, is today’s "adventure" an eye exam?
Complaints aside, Liu Yuan still channeled her spiritual energy into the card and chose to equip it.
The next moment, she felt a cool sensation against the skin of her legs.
Something incredibly smooth and soft clung to her skin, fitting snugly.
"Armor?"
"Leg wraps?"
With a bit of hesitation, she slowly looked down.
Her slender calves, slightly lifted as she sat on the bench, swayed in a graceful white curve.
So this piece of equipment was…
White thigh-high socks…
Liu Yuan: ???
Thigh-highs count as equipment?
But that wasn’t the main issue.
She flexed her feet and took a few steps.
The white stockings didn’t feel restrictive at all—instead, they made her feel lighter.
Of course, don’t get the wrong idea; it was just the agility stat at work.
Then, she chose to activate Special Skill ③.
Almost immediately, she received feedback.
[The equipped must loudly proclaim, "But at what cost?" to receive today’s adventure task.]
This… this…
This is way too embarrassing!
Liu Yuan nervously glanced around.
Thankfully, no one else was nearby.
In a voice so quiet even she could barely hear it, she muttered, "But at what cost?"
[Daily Adventure: Say "You’re amazing" out loud to the person whose name has crossed your mind the most today.]
[Current Target: I Want to Sleep]
[Daily Adventure Reward: Temporary use of Special Passive ① for today, +1 permanent agility.]
Huh?
Huh?!
Huh?!?!
A rush of heat surged to her face—no need to check, she knew she must be blushing furiously.
Do…
Do I have to say it?
It’s only 11 AM… which means 13 hours of automatic cultivation, equivalent to five days of effort.
Plus a permanent +1 stat…
If it’s for my brother…
Her finger hovered over Su Qi’s voice message button, pressing and releasing, pressing and releasing.
She’d already sent five completely silent voice messages.
Seeing those five messages, her eyes suddenly lit up—as if she’d found a solution.
If she sent a few more, mixing it in…
He wouldn’t listen to every single one, right?
Not that she didn’t want to say it…
But saying something like that… it’s just too embarrassing…
And wouldn’t it make her seem too casual…
Meanwhile, on the other end.
Su Qi saw the incoming voice messages.
He tapped to listen.
All he heard was the sound of wind and a girl’s soft breathing.
So… what did this mean?
Thankfully, each message was only two seconds long.
If they were sixty seconds, he wouldn’t have dared to listen.
Because Su Qi knew—sixty seconds wasn’t the limit of the message, but the limit of the messaging app.
After listening to three silent messages in a row,
Su Qi felt something was off…
Wait a second?
He suddenly noticed one message that was three seconds long.
He tapped it.
A sweet, tender voice, carrying the warmth of a girl’s breath, seemed to brush against his face.
"Brother~ You’re amazing."
[Pleasure +128]
[Sparkle +3]
Th-this… this is way too good.
Look, both are girls, but Little Iris’s voice is a million times more pleasant than his icy-toned little sister’s.
Ah, I’m dead!
No—worth it.
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
