"……"
For the Little Shrine Maiden, whether or not she turned into a Little Hottie wasn’t important. What mattered was the intimacy.
If she could be intimate every day, what was wrong with becoming a Little Hottie?
Besides, a Little Hottie could be intimate every day! The old Little Hottie couldn’t do that.
So, it was better to be a Little Hottie.
"From now on, no more than three times a day!" Su Ze said seriously.
The Little Hottie… no, the old Little Hottie was stunned for a moment, then shook her head vigorously. "No!"
"Not listening anymore?" Su Ze frowned slightly, pretending to be angry.
"I’ll listen!" Uesugi Akizuki nodded, then shook her head again. "But not three times!"
"Fine, not three times." Su Ze nodded.
Uesugi Akizuki’s eyes lit up, thinking Su Ze had given up on this twisted idea.
"Then no more than twice a day."
"……" Uesugi Akizuki was dumbfounded, clinging to Su Ze and shaking her head desperately.
"Alright, no more than three times then." Su Ze lowered the limit before raising it again.
The Little Hottie looked at Su Ze’s serious expression, slowly lowered her head, and reluctantly nodded, accepting the outcome.
Su Ze lifted her chin and kissed her. "This is the last one for today."
……
The battle inside Zhou Lan’s spatial gate was extremely brutal.
The world beyond this spatial gate was in a state of multi-nation warfare, with four major powers standing in a delicate balance. The world’s danger level was classified as: Medium-Low.
However, even in a Medium-Low danger world, the threats were not to be underestimated.
Huaxia had been guarding this world for many years but had been unable to subdue it completely because the forces here were powerful, albeit too scattered.
If these forces could unite, they would undoubtedly become a formidable threat to Huaxia.
But unfortunately, they were destined never to achieve unity.
Twenty thousand elite Ghost Officers surged forward like a tidal wave, crushing everything in their path as they stormed the walls of Nation One.
Countless defenders of Nation One were slaughtered, their bodies torn apart. In the face of the Ghost Officers’ overwhelming strength and sudden attack, they were like bamboo stalks blocking a hunter’s path—easily destroyed.
At this moment, Jie Congrong, a burly old man in a suit who had just fought a Lamp Realm expert and emerged with only minor injuries, spoke, "May you descend to hell after death."
He stomped on the head of the king sitting on the throne, blood and unmentionable substances splattering everywhere.
A rain of blood and mist filled the grand hall, declaring the Ghost Officers’ victory in this battle.
During Zhou Lan’s five-year tenure of guarding this world, Nation One had harassed Huaxia the most, followed by Nation Three.
The Ghost Officers roared in triumph, finally releasing years of pent-up frustration.
There was no time to rest. They didn’t know when the catastrophe would strike Earth, so they had to eliminate all internal threats before then to prevent these enemies from launching a surprise attack while Huaxia was defending against the disaster.
After this war of annihilation, the Ghost Officers lost three hundred soldiers—all of them elites, and this was despite launching a surprise attack.
Among the four nations, Nation One was the weakest and also the closest to the spatial gate.
By the time this battle ended, the other nations had already received news of the Ghost Officers’ arrival and were prepared. The element of surprise was gone.
……
Compared to Zhou Lan’s relative success, the situation in the spatial gate guarded by Fuyu was far more dire.
This was a world that had been unified for two years, with a danger level of: Medium-Low.
Although it was a unified world, its strength wasn’t overwhelming because it was still in a state of rebuilding.
However, there were two Rolling Flame Realm experts guarding this world. Pei Jun, the commander-in-chief of Huaxia’s Ghost Officers, violently slammed one Rolling Flame expert from the sky into the ground inside the enemy’s city. He then stepped on the expert’s back, grabbed his wrist, and pulled!
With a horrifying crack, the arm was torn off, blood spraying everywhere. The Rolling Flame expert opened his mouth in silent agony.
Pei Jun stomped down again! The ground shook violently within a kilometer radius, the earth churning and the city walls collapsing.
Countless enemies were caught in the devastating blast, suffering heavy casualties.
"I’m invincible!" Pei Jun shouted at the other Rolling Flame expert, who was engaged in combat with several Lamp Realm Ghost Officers in the sky. He raised one middle finger and pointed the other thumb downward, taunting, "You’re trash! Come fight me!"
He lifted his foot again, ready to stomp on the exhausted Rolling Flame expert beneath him!
The other Rolling Flame expert had already sensed his companion’s defeat. If his companion died, he wouldn’t last long either.
Just as Pei Jun’s foot was about to land, the other Rolling Flame expert appeared in front of him and threw a punch at his face!
"Trash." Pei Jun sneered, his figure blurring as he appeared beside the shocked Rolling Flame expert. He grabbed the back of the expert’s head and slammed it into the ground!
BOOM—!!
The impact was devastating. Even those fighting several kilometers away were affected, though at that distance, the shockwave only made them stagger.
Those closer weren’t so lucky. Many were torn apart by the violent blast, blood mist filling the air.
Pei Jun’s earlier taunt had been a trap, and the enemy had fallen for it. He knew that if his only Rolling Flame companion died, he wouldn’t survive either.
Rolling Flame experts weren’t easy to kill. Pei Jun was Huaxia’s only Rolling Flame late-stage expert. If anyone else had been sent to deal with this world, it wouldn’t have gone so smoothly.
However, this was a unified world. Although the planet was small, with a population of over three hundred million, it posed a significant challenge to the Ghost Officers.
Their military force numbered in the millions! Though most were of lower cultivation levels, their sheer numbers were overwhelming.
After a full day of fighting, only a little over ten thousand Ghost Officers remained out of the original thirty thousand.
Amidst the sea of corpses and the scarred land, Pei Jun, severely injured from his battles with the two Rolling Flame experts, swayed unsteadily, blood pouring from his wounds.
But his smile remained, arrogant and disdainful as he raised his middle finger and pointed his thumb downward at the two heavily wounded Rolling Flame experts.
"I’m the strongest! You’re all trash!"
……
The situation in Zhou Lan’s battle was gradually becoming less favorable.
Facing Nation Two, which also had two Rolling Flame experts, Jie Congrong took a heavy hit but managed to kill one of them.
Blood dripped from his arm, down the blade of his sword, and onto the ground. This burly, white-haired old madman seemed to have gone berserk again, his attacks ferocious and relentless. He swiftly crushed the skull of the remaining Rolling Flame expert and slit his throat!
He tossed the mangled body of the Rolling Flame expert off the city walls, then crushed the skull of Nation Two’s ruler. Looking at the remaining two hundred Ghost Officers, almost all of them injured, he fell silent for a long time.
In a hoarse voice, he said, "Go back. It’s over."
No one spoke. They knew it wasn’t over, but with only two hundred wounded soldiers left, they couldn’t make much of a difference.
Going forward would only mean certain death. Jie Congrong didn’t want them to die needlessly. It would be too tragic if none of the Ghost Officers guarding Zhou Lan survived.
One of the Ghost Officers stepped forward, his back to Jie Congrong. "Go back. We’ve done our best."
Just as the others were about to get angry, the Ghost Officer winked and raised an eyebrow. They all paused, understanding his meaning immediately. After so many years of fighting together, they knew what he was implying.
They bid farewell to a confused Jie Congrong with smiles and began making their way toward the spatial gate dozens of kilometers away.
Jie Congrong had thought it would be difficult to convince them to retreat. He was smart, but he didn’t like using his intelligence to doubt his comrades. He turned and flew toward Nation Three.
In his current state, he had the best chance of taking down Nation Three, though it would likely cost him his life. But it was the best option.
Nation Four was the strongest in this world. Even when the Ghost Officers and Jie Congrong first arrived here at full strength, they couldn’t have defeated Nation Four.

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."

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] [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!"