【Host: Su Cheng】
【Intelligence: 9】
【Charm: 8】
【Stamina: 8】
【System: "The perfect man has no self; the divine man has no merit; the sage has no fame."】
【Status: Archery Champion, Son-in-law of the Ji Family】
【Club: Social Practice Club】
【Wealth: 183,200】
【System Skills: Time Stop, Path of Asura, Animal Realm】
【Charm Talent Skill: Abyssal Charisma】
【Intelligence Talent Skill (Adaptive): Sensory Enhancement】
【Intelligence Talent Skill (Analytical): Detachment from the Mundane】
【System Items: Mystic Cigarettes (Hard) 8/pack, Mystic Cigarettes (Soft) 15/Ring-Head Blade, Red Potion, Mystic Glasses】
【Ding—】
【Attribute Talent Skills Unlocked】
【Intelligence has reached 9】
【Talent Skill 1: Memory Enhancement】
【Talent Skill 2: Observation Enhancement】
【Talent Skill 3: Imagination Enhancement】
【Talent Skill 4: Analytical Enhancement】
【Talent Skill 5: Judgment Enhancement】
【Talent Skill 6: Adaptive Enhancement】
【Ding—】
【Congratulations, Host has acquired Talent Skill: Analytical (Enhanced)】
"View skills."
【Intelligence Talent Skills】
【Analytical Enhancement: Detachment from the Mundane】
【Passive: Your expressions and emotions can be actively controlled, appearing natural and genuine, making it difficult for others to discern your inner fluctuations.】
【Active: When activated, closing your eyes allows you to discard subjective emotions and perceive everything objectively.】
"This passive skill..."
As Su Cheng read the description, before he could react, he instantly became aware of his own emotional shifts.
The experience was utterly novel—the deeply buried superego in his subconscious suddenly seemed capable of taking control of his body.
It was as if a third-person perspective had emerged in his mind, allowing him to foresee his own emotional changes and expressions, transforming him into more of an observer.
"Did the skill activate immediately?"
Su Cheng stood up and walked straight to the bathroom. Staring at his reflection, he noticed his face now showed no trace of emotion.
If his emotional state had once been easily influenced by external factors, now he could self-monitor, maintaining constant awareness of his emotional ebbs and flows.
He could even control his emotions—like embarrassment.
At the thought, a memory of an awkward moment flashed through his mind.
Instantly, his face flushed slightly, his body instinctively reacting—his head lowered, his heartbeat quickened, as if overwhelmed by discomfort.
"Is this what 'genuine and natural' means?"
The next second, Su Cheng returned to a calm and composed state. He touched his still-warm cheeks—the earlier embarrassment and blush had vanished without a trace, replaced by serenity and rationality.
"This ability is even more comprehensive than the poker-face glasses."
After briefly acclimating to the change, Su Cheng turned his attention to the active skill. The description stated that activating it while closing his eyes would allow him to discard subjective emotions and view everything objectively.
A simple sentence, yet packed with implications.
For example—what was "objectivity"?
Objectivity meant observing things from an outsider's perspective, free from personal biases, emotions, or will.
In short, he could analyze any issue without emotional interference, like a detached bystander.
As the saying goes: "Those involved are confused; those outside see clearly."
Overthinking often clouds judgment, whereas an outsider grasps the bigger picture.
"You could call it a 'God's-eye view.'"
Su Cheng pondered. In the past, he might have eagerly tested the skill, but now he hesitated, opting for caution.
He knew such a state had pros and cons. Activating it recklessly might plunge him into a detached, self-alienating realm, risking total disconnection from reality.
"The name says it all."
He glanced at the skill's title—"Detachment from the Mundane." Those four words perfectly encapsulated its effect: transcending worldly attachments, becoming an aloof observer.
"Just one minute!"
Finally, Su Cheng decided to activate "Detachment from the Mundane," intending to objectively review his past and future.
But he took precautions to avoid losing himself.
His measures were simple: setting an alarm and calling over the dog, Da Huang, from the balcony.
If the alarm failed, Da Huang would tug at his clothes to snap him out of it.
Preparations complete, he sat on the sofa with Da Huang curled at his feet. A timer on the coffee table was set for one minute.
"Detachment from the Mundane—activate!"
With a thought, a peculiar sensation surged through him. His mental acuity multiplied instantly, and his memories flashed like lightning.
Tracing origins, a single thought spanned the world.
Now, he stood above the atmosphere, suspended between life and death—no right or wrong, no emotions—entering a transcendent state of selflessness.
He could vividly perceive every shift in his past self, even the emotional fluctuations of every living being in his memories, sensing their true thoughts.
It was as if his life had been written into a book, every detail laid bare before him—details he’d never noticed before.
But he didn’t stop. His thoughts expanded endlessly.
The world dissolved into symbols before his eyes. Nothing escaped his hyper-rational, ultra-objective gaze. The essence of everything—even the most convoluted, interest-laden complexities—was laid bare.
Yet even after seeing the truth, it all seemed trivial.
Past conflicts, relationships, disputes—all now felt insignificant.
Next, his mind raced through countless possible futures, simulating alternate paths his life could take.
Loneliness. Emptiness.
His own foolishness. Humanity’s folly.
He could feel his soul withering—yet he remained unmoved. Without emotions, life and death were mere concepts.
Everything could be accepted. He had reached a state of desirelessness, seeking only transcendence.
Outside, only ten seconds had passed.
The alarm hadn’t sounded.
Da Huang hadn’t moved.
Su Cheng remained seated, eyes closed, his aura now ethereal. To any observer, he would seem divine—a detached deity, free from worldly cravings.
However, this feeling wasn’t pure. If he had to describe it, his current state was a fusion of humanity and divinity—an indescribable contradiction.
An inner battle raged, a tug-of-war between the two. His humanity was constantly suppressed by divinity, yet it refused to yield, entwining, resisting, and struggling defiantly.
And instinct was the fiercest aspect of his humanity.
His hands trembled uncontrollably, his lower body stirring with desire as his human side sought release.
But instinctual urges are often fleeting. In an instant, the fire subsided, leaving calm in its wake.
Humanity was swiftly overtaken by divinity, the shift happening so fast that it nearly consumed him entirely.
Then, suddenly, a dark figure flew in through the window, landing squarely on his shoulder.
It was Yaya.
Tilting her head, she blinked in surprise at the motionless Su Cheng, her little head turning curiously.
But the next moment, her eyes widened as she noticed the telltale softening beneath his pants.
A worm?
She cocked her head again, studying Su Cheng, who remained with his eyes shut. Without hesitation, she hopped onto the sofa, stretched her neck, and pecked straight at his crotch.
Su Cheng jolted awake with a yelp, his consciousness snapping back. Now, fully human again, he shuddered at the thought of his earlier state. If Yaya hadn’t intervened, he might have ascended to godhood.
"You saved me. Love you, Yaya."
He nudged the nearby golden retriever, Da Huang, with his foot and lifted Yaya to nuzzle her against his cheek.
Yaya and Da Huang exchanged baffled glances.
But clever Yaya quickly caught on.
She realized that pecking his crotch was the key to making him happy.
Nearby, the equally sharp Da Huang, having witnessed Yaya’s move, came to his own conclusion: he must’ve been kicked because he hadn’t bitten Su Cheng. So, without delay, he opened his jaws and aimed for the same vulnerable spot.
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
