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"I will become the Crown Princess!"
The moment Hoshino Mirai declared this, the rooftop fell into dead silence, so quiet you could hear a pin drop.
Even the penguin was stunned, its usually small eyes now wide open, unable to utter a single word.
Was it shocked by Mirai’s bold declaration, or bewildered by the sudden activation of the system?
Probably both. After all, in the world of anime, such a proclamation was practically a law of causality.
After a long pause, the penguin finally swallowed hard and managed to speak: "C-can I say something?"
Right now, the priority was dealing with this awkward situation, so it quickly changed the subject.
"Go ahead, I’m listening…"
Mirai’s cheeks were flushed, her words slightly stammering. Clearly, the audacity of her confession had left her both mortified and exhilarated.
"Humans and penguins are different species. It’s impossible."
The penguin sighed, lowering its head in exasperation at Mirai’s stubbornness.
"What nonsense are you spouting?!"
Mirai puffed her cheeks indignantly, raising her voice. "You can turn into a human! I know what you really are—you’re human!"
On the day they first parted, the penguin had taken human form. That tall, striking figure was forever etched in her memory—she could never forget it.
A penguin that could transform into a human!
Like Sun Wukong’s seventy-two transformations.
"That was just temporary!"
The penguin squawked sharply, nearly jumping in place. It couldn’t back down now. "Wake up! This is a forbidden love! A human and a penguin? No world would ever accept this—it’s insane!"
Mirai froze for a moment, her expression faltering.
But she quickly clenched her teeth and doubled down. "I don’t care! You’ve already seen me… like that. I’ve made up my mind—you’re the one!"
"Hey, you there! Come deal with your delusional sister!"
At its wit’s end, the penguin scurried to the door, pounding on it while screeching: "She’s lost it! She wants to be a penguin’s Crown Princess—this is madness!"
"Don’t worry, my brother will definitely support me!"
Mirai stood her ground, fists clenched. "Not just him. If I told my parents, they’d back me too… You don’t have to worry about that!"
"That’s just your wishful thinking."
The penguin kept hammering the door, hoping Hoshino Yikui would step in and talk some sense into his sister.
But from outside came only Yikui’s muffled, incoherent muttering. The penguin strained to decipher it.
‘Royal in-laws…’
‘Brother-in-law to a god…’
‘Does that mean I could become a royal uncle?’
"You’re all insane!"
The penguin stopped mid-knock, turning to Mirai with a defeated shake of its head. "I’m done. I’m leaving."
But Mirai suddenly lunged forward, wrapping her arms tightly around the penguin. "No! You’re not going anywhere! Unless you agree, I’ll never let go!"
"Sigh…"
The penguin struggled halfheartedly but couldn’t break free. After a moment, it relented. "Fine. The truth is… I already have a Crown Princess. I’m loyal in love—that’s why I’m an Emperor Penguin."
"Liar."
Mirai shook her head stubbornly. "You’re just saying that to push me away…"
"No, it’s true."
With a resigned flap, the penguin nudged open another door. "If you insist, I’ll tell you about her."
Mirai hesitated but didn’t loosen her grip.
The penguin began its tale: "Centuries ago, I met her on a grassy plain.
She was—and is—my Crown Princess: Ji Xueqi."
Mirai stiffened at the name.
The penguin spoke swiftly but vividly, recounting their first meeting, their love, their betrothal, their marriage…
And then how it all ended—destroyed by a conspiracy known as the "Lich’s Curse." The Crown Princess died, their kingdom fell overnight, and he was cursed into this penguin form. Yet, by some twist of fate, he survived, even gaining the power to traverse worlds through the Lich’s residual magic.
Now he roams the multiverse, searching for an artifact rumored to resurrect her.
Somewhere, in one of these countless worlds, it lies hidden.
His voice wavered between grief and steely resolve by the end: "No matter what, I will tear her from death’s jaws. Nothing will stop me—not even fate."
By now, Mirai had gone still, absorbing every word. Her grip slackened as silence settled over her.
Her heart was in turmoil. She didn’t know what to feel—only a pang of envy for this Ji Xueqi, and a crushing weight of helplessness.
Her nose tingled with unshed tears. "I…"
This story couldn’t be fabricated. No one could improvise something so intricate.
As he spoke, she’d seen it—the blazing love, the tragedy, the devastation.
Compared to his loss, her pain felt insignificant.
"Child, I understand."
The penguin gently patted her head with a wing. "No one is rational in love. I can’t fault a kind heart for breaking."
At this, Mirai finally released him. The penguin waddled aside, picking up a knife in its beak before turning back.
"No cost too great. No atrocity beyond me. For her, I’d do anything."
"Now you see why I’m an Emperor Penguin? My devotion is absolute."
After declaring these words with such fervor, the penguin paused, as if steeling its resolve. "Child, I must go now. I have a mission to fulfill."
Hoshino Mirai opened her mouth to speak, but no words came out.
"Little sis, it's lying to you! The story and lines it's spouting are all from a game's setting. Don't believe it!"
At that moment, Hoshino Yikui's voice rang out from the doorway.
"Holy crap, so you play it too..."
The penguin turned around, but before it could finish, its body was once again tackled and pinned down by Hoshino Mirai.
Even if it tried to turn invisible now, it wouldn't help...
"Ow! What the hell are you doing?!"
The penguin struggled desperately but couldn't break free from Hoshino Mirai's grip. It could only cry out helplessly, "Fine, I admit I made it all up! But I really do have someone I like—actually, a lot of someones. I'm an Emperor Penguin, which means I'm an emperor—a playboy! I can't give you happiness!"
Even after such an admission, Hoshino Mirai refused to let go. Her eyes were red, tears welling up as she sobbed, "You lying penguin! I won’t believe a single word you say!"
"It's true! I'm not lying this time!"
The penguin hurriedly defended itself.
But Hoshino Mirai wasn’t buying it. "Even if it is true, I don’t care. As a prince, what’s one more? I don’t mind."
"Fine! If I bring them here someday and you can convince them, I’ll make you a general!"
The penguin was getting desperate—it was nearly suffocating from her tight embrace—and without thinking, it shouted toward the door, "And I’ll make your brother the Chief Eunuch of Ceremonies!"
"I don’t want to be a general! I want to be the crown princess! If you bring them to me, I’ll convince them myself!"
Hoshino Mirai huffed defiantly.
"You sure about that?"
The penguin eyed her skeptically.
"Absolutely!"
Hoshino Mirai declared without hesitation. "If you dare bring them, I’ll dare to confront them!"
"Deal!"
The penguin immediately agreed. "Now let me go, and I’ll go find them right away!"
Hoshino Mirai still clung tightly. "No way! You’re just trying to trick me again. I won’t fall for it!"
"I won’t!"
Gritting its teeth, the penguin added, "If I’m lying this time, I’ll turn into a dog!! I swear on my life!"
"Don’t—"
Hearing this, Hoshino Mirai finally loosened her grip.
"Whew… whew…"
The penguin gasped for air, rubbing its neck before looking up solemnly. "I, Su Cheng, am a beast at heart."
At this moment, Su Cheng decided to reveal its true identity—but not now. Since a proper farewell was impossible, the only way to end this cleanly was to sever all social ties.
Hearing this, Hoshino Mirai reluctantly believed it. She wiped her tears and managed a smile—only for her expression to freeze the next second, her pupils shrinking in shock.
"Wait… why am I a dog now?!"
With a poof, the penguin actually transformed into a dog, then poofed again into a cat. The moment its paws touched the ground, the knife it had been holding vanished, and it bolted from the rooftop, leaving behind one last line—
"Meet me here same time tomorrow!"
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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?!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
