That day, Xiao Weier felt as though she had been immersed in a beautiful dream she never wanted to wake from.
But eventually, the dream ended, and that perfect man was gone—vanished with the woman who looked exactly like her.
A sense of loss washed over Xiao Weier, and for some reason, Luo Li’s words suddenly echoed in her mind.
Yet moments later, she shook her head vigorously and patted her fair cheeks. "What’s wrong with me? He’s the worst kind of villain..."
"Miss Xiao, I’ve drawn some water for you."
Just as Xiao Weier was lost in thought, a gentle voice startled her.
The speaker was a woman from the Fallen Feather Clan—her skin pale, lips a dark shade of purple, and a pair of black wings folded neatly behind her.
"You... who are you?"
The Fallen Feather woman smiled. "I was sent by Miss Luo Li to attend to you. She said that once you’ve made up your mind, you can go to her."
"Luo Li..."
"You should freshen up first, miss."
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Soon, Xiao Weier finished washing up. Gazing at her reflection in the bronze mirror, she found herself even more radiant than before. Instinctively, her cheeks flushed, and she quickly tightened her robes, stealing a glance at the Fallen Feather woman combing her hair nearby.
The woman chuckled softly, and Xiao Weier’s face burned crimson. She immediately lowered her head.
After composing herself, Xiao Weier suddenly seemed to remember something, her expression dimming as she asked the Fallen Feather woman, "Are you... here to keep an eye on me?"
The woman blinked in surprise before smiling. "You mean the Sect Master?"
Xiao Weier hesitated but eventually nodded with a soft hum.
"Miss Xiao, you’re overthinking it. The Sect Master would never restrict your freedom."
"Huh? He’s not afraid I’ll run away?" Xiao Weier’s eyes widened.
"Where you go is your choice. The Sect Master doesn’t interfere in such matters."
"But... then why did the Heavenly Demon Sect go through so much trouble to capture me? Was it just to... to..." Xiao Weier’s face reddened again, her voice trailing off into silence.
The Fallen Feather woman looked puzzled. "Didn’t the Sect Master take a small amount of your blood earlier? He captures those with unique constitutions solely to extract a bit of blood."
Xiao Weier was stunned. She couldn’t recall—everything that had happened felt like a dream, her consciousness drifting in a haze. She had a vague impression of the woman called Little Corpse Charm biting her neck, but after that, nothing.
"Just blood? But earlier, I was..."
The Fallen Feather woman couldn’t help but laugh. "Miss Xiao, are you saying you felt... taken advantage of?"
"Mm." Xiao Weier’s reply was as faint as the buzz of a mosquito.
"But miss, I was waiting outside the door earlier, and I didn’t hear any reluctance from you."
"Ah! Stop talking about it!" Xiao Weier felt all the blood in her body rush to her face, her embarrassment so intense she wished she could vanish into the ground.
"Alright, alright, I won’t mention it. But I truly envy you, miss. To be able to interact with the Sect Master... he’s the unattainable dream of countless young women."
Xiao Weier was taken aback. "He’s... that popular?"
"What do you think?"
The blush that had just faded from Xiao Weier’s cheeks returned in full force, and she didn’t argue.
"But isn’t he a villain? I heard the Nether Domain originally belonged to your Fallen Feather Clan, but he seized it. Shouldn’t you hate him for taking your homeland?"
The Fallen Feather woman shook her head. "After the Sect Master took over, we didn’t resent him—we were grateful."
"Why?"
"Come with me for a walk, and you’ll understand."
"I can go outside?"
"Miss Xiao, as I said, no one here will restrict your freedom. You may leave whenever you wish—though I doubt you’ll want to."
As they conversed, the two stepped out of the grand hall.
The Fallen Feather woman then took Xiao Weier soaring through the skies, exploring the Nether Domain.
The domain was vast, and with their limited cultivation, they could only glimpse a fraction of it. Yet even in that single day, visiting just a few towns, Xiao Weier’s heart was profoundly shaken.
Only one thought filled her mind: Is this paradise? Can such a utopia truly exist in this world?
By the day’s end, Xiao Weier even wondered if she was trapped in an illusion—everything she saw was too perfect, like something out of a fairy tale.
The Heavenly Demon Sect’s influence was immense, and its subordinate races were diverse. Here, not only the Fallen Feather Clan resided, but also humans, demons, and more. Yet all these races coexisted in harmony, treating one another with kindness and courtesy.
No restrictions guarded the cave dwellings. Precious artifacts and divine weapons were openly displayed, yet no one stole or fought over them.
At one point, Xiao Weier even witnessed a barren mountain suddenly glowing with treasure light—a ten-thousand-year spirit herb had borne fruit, triggering the phenomenon.
But instead of battling for the rare prize, the nearby cultivators politely deferred to one another.
One said, "You arrived first—the spirit fruit should be yours."
Another replied, "My cultivation is already high. I don’t need it, but you seem on the verge of a breakthrough. You should take it."
Yet another added, "This brother’s talent is exceptional. His future is boundless—he should be the one to consume it."
In the end, unable to decide, they split the fruit equally.
Xiao Weier’s worldview shattered. Even the most fanciful storybooks wouldn’t dare depict such a scene. Though young and sheltered, raised in privilege and surrounded by seemingly good people, she knew not everyone in the world was kind. Even within her own Xiao Clan, schemes and conflicts occasionally arose.
But in the Heavenly Demon Sect? None existed.
Even in tales, there were always villains—yet here, there truly were none.
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.”
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.
