Uesugi Akizuki lay flat on the bed, while Su Ze placed her legs on his knees, carefully and meticulously trimming her toenails.
Su Ze was genuinely surprised—there was no unpleasant odor at all, and her feet were fair, long, and beautiful.
Is this what they call racial talent? Waking up with hair still neat and feet without any smell—is this a race evolving toward perfection?
She playfully wiggled her cute little toes, making Su Ze chuckle. Seeing him laugh, the little shrine maiden, lying on the soft bed under the warm orange light, also giggled sweetly.
Gradually, her smile began to waver, showing signs of hesitation. She stared at the ceiling, her small hand gently tugging at Su Ze’s sleeve.
Su Ze wrapped the trimmed nails in a tissue, tossed it into the trash, and then lay down beside Uesugi Akizuki. “Let’s sleep,” he said.
Uesugi Akizuki nodded but quickly shook her head. “No sleep…”
Su Ze was puzzled. While he was pleased that she was gradually using words to respond to him, what was this about? If not sleep, what did she want to do?
Uesugi Akizuki turned to her side, holding Su Ze’s hand and looking into his eyes. Su Ze sensed her hesitation but didn’t press her.
He knew she probably had something to say but was still deciding how to phrase it. He didn’t rush her.
Outside, the rain grew heavier, pattering against the window. The wind howled, shaking the trees, and the river’s surface rippled with splashes of water.
Compared to the stormy chaos outside, the atmosphere inside was peaceful and warm.
Under the dim orange light, the little shrine maiden with her wine-red hair gazed into Su Ze’s deep black eyes. After a long moment of hesitation, she seemed to make up her mind, her expression serious and stubborn as she said:
“Let’s get frisky!”
“…”
The room fell silent for a moment. “What… did you say?”
Su Ze thought he must have misheard. Was this something the little goofball would say?
Uesugi Akizuki’s face was adorably serious and stubborn, clearly dissatisfied with Su Ze’s lack of response. She repeated firmly:
“Let’s get frisky!”
“No, no frisky!” Su Ze finally managed to respond after a long pause.
“Let’s get frisky!” Uesugi Akizuki insisted stubbornly, wrapping her arms around Su Ze’s neck but making no further move.
Staring at Uesugi Akizuki’s beautiful, soft face under the orange light, Su Ze’s heart began to race. Yet, he shook his head. “No frisky!”
Tears welled up in Uesugi Akizuki’s eyes, her voice almost hoarse. “Let’s… get frisky.”
Was Situ Jiajia right after all? Did Su Ze not like her? Had this test… failed?
Uesugi Akizuki couldn’t accept the idea that Su Ze didn’t like her.
He had always been so kind to her—this test shouldn’t have failed.
She had hesitated because she was afraid of facing this outcome.
“Why… are you crying?” Su Ze’s heart ached. After a moment of hesitation, he gently patted her head, seemingly making up his mind. “Just once…”
What did ‘just once’ mean? Situ Jiajia hadn’t explained, and Uesugi Akizuki didn’t understand.
But it didn’t matter. Nothing else mattered in this moment except for this one time!
Su Ze slowly leaned in, and Uesugi Akizuki, still dazed, suddenly felt her lips soften. Her eyes widened, her body tingling, and she instinctively held Su Ze tighter.
The storm outside seemed to quiet down, as if it didn’t want to disturb the tenderness of this moment.
Su Ze slowly pulled back, a thin, glistening thread connecting them.
Under the orange light, his cheeks were as red as the evening clouds.
Uesugi Akizuki’s eyes were dazed, her mind a tangled mess.
The glistening thread broke.
Her lips were moist, reflecting the faint light.
The girl’s blush was more vibrant than the sunset.
Uesugi Akizuki’s face was slightly flushed.
“Alright… time to sleep,” Su Ze said, his voice slightly unsteady, as he gently wiped the tears from the corner of her eyes.
Uesugi Akizuki nestled into his arms, and Su Ze held her gently.
Hours passed, and the two remained in this position.
Su Ze wasn’t asleep, and perhaps Uesugi Akizuki wasn’t either, as he could feel her heart still racing.
Now, as he calmed down, Su Ze regretted his impulsive decision earlier.
It must have been Situ Jiajia who taught the little goofball this.
At the time, he had been so confused and overwhelmed by Uesugi Akizuki’s actions.
He regretted it, not because he didn’t want to take responsibility, but because he might not be able to.
After all, in his line of work, living to fifty was considered a long life. He didn’t know when he might die on the battlefield.
What would happen to the little goofball then?
But now that things had reached this point, Su Ze knew he had to shoulder the responsibility.
If he could survive the calamity, he would go to Russia.
“Can’t sleep either?” Su Ze whispered, gently stroking Uesugi Akizuki’s head.
Uesugi Akizuki lifted her head from Su Ze’s chest, her lips pressed together, her gaze complex as she looked at him.
She didn’t fully understand what had just happened, but her instincts told her it was a significant moment that bound her and Su Ze together.
That moment felt so incredibly magical.
“Let’s go for a walk. I want to talk to you.”
Uesugi Akizuki nodded, her mind still in a daze, forgetting her earlier promise to respond to Su Ze with words.
Su Ze gently picked her up, putting on her white knee-high socks and white high-top shoes.
The little shrine maiden hopped off the bed, taking Su Ze’s hand.
It was 4 a.m.
The two walked in silence under the clear moonlight, the shimmering river on their left and a dense forest on their right.
Su Ze suddenly stopped, and Uesugi Akizuki, still holding his hand, stopped as well, turning to look at the handsome silver-haired boy under the moonlight.
Su Ze thought for a moment, then gently took her hand.
The little shrine maiden gazed at him with innocent eyes, the moon and the sparkling river behind her forming a serene backdrop. Her wine-red hair fluttered gently in the breeze, and the moonlight made her even more beautiful.
The silver-haired boy hesitated, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he steadied himself. Then, with a serious expression, he said, “Would you be willing to become my lover, with the intention of becoming my bride in the future?”
Su Ze’s cheeks were slightly flushed.
Su Ze was the first ray of warm sunlight that had pierced through the darkness of Uesugi Akizuki’s life, and she had already come to see him as the most important person.
And Uesugi Akizuki, in turn, was the first ray of warmth that had entered Su Ze’s dark life.
From childhood, his life had been filled with tragedy—or rather, he was the embodiment of tragedy.
Life often gives you hope only when you’re at your lowest.
The little goofball—or rather, Uesugi Akizuki—was the hope that heaven had placed under a streetlamp, waiting for him to claim it.
The first time their eyes met, it was a collision of hope.
Their encounter was like a withered tree coming back to life in spring.
Even if Uesugi Akizuki was a bit slow, she understood this was an important moment. Her eyes sparkled with joy as she smiled and nodded:
“Okay.”
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.”
