【What if Count Cangor Were a Monster?】
Irena didn’t even dare to think about it—this was her only hope now. The territory of Count Cangor was far from the royal capital, and she believed the other regions hadn’t yet been overrun by those skin-wearing monsters.
"I don’t know… I don’t know what to do anymore." Irena buried her head in her hands, her slender ears drooping slightly, as if her mood had suddenly plummeted.
Beside her, Ye Chuan stroked his chin. "Still, I’m quite curious about those skin-wearing monsters you mentioned. If there’s a chance, I’d like to catch one for study."
"Study?" Irena found Ye Chuan rather strange. This man seemed fearless, and for some reason, it made her feel an inexplicable urge to rely on him.
"Lord Ye Chuan, could you escort me to Count Cangor’s territory first before accepting my next request?" Irena asked.
"Assassinate the king?"
"No, just protect us for a while." Irena shook her head.
"That’s something I can consider." Ye Chuan tilted his head. "It’s late now. Don’t you want to get some sleep?"
At this, Irena curled her legs slightly, her voice tinged with loneliness and fear. "I haven’t had a good night’s sleep in so long… Every time I close my eyes, those monsters come back to haunt me."
"I can help you sleep well."
"…?"
The next moment, Ye Chuan extended his hand. "Hypnosis magic."
Irena’s body stiffened before going limp, collapsing into Ye Chuan’s arms.
"See? Simple and direct." Ye Chuan steadied her, then scooped her up in a princess carry.
Torres, who had been standing at a distance, rushed over upon seeing Ye Chuan holding Irena.
"What happened to Her Highness?"
"She’s asleep. No big deal." Ye Chuan replied. "Probably just exhausted. She’s out like a light."
"Oh, she’s just asleep…" Torres let out a relieved sigh. "Lord Ye Chuan, please take her back to the carriage to rest."
"Mm."
Ye Chuan leaped onto the carriage with Irena in his arms, then pushed aside the curtain and stepped inside.
Torres stood quietly outside, but after more than ten minutes passed with no sign of Ye Chuan emerging, he frowned. "Lord Ye Chuan, is there a problem?"
"The padding in here is pretty comfortable. I think I’ll sleep here tonight."
"B-but Her Highness…" Torres immediately protested, flustered. "This isn’t appropriate. She’s still inside."
Her Highness was still an innocent maiden—how could she share a room with a man?
"I saved your lives, and you won’t even let me borrow a cushion?" Ye Chuan drawled. "Tsk. Doesn’t seem very fair, does it?"
"N-no, that’s not it," Torres stammered.
"Would you rather have the princess sleep outside and get eaten by mosquitoes?" Ye Chuan’s voice floated out again.
"Of course not…"
"Then it’s settled. You keep watch. I’m going to sleep." With that, silence fell inside the carriage.
Torres stood outside, staring helplessly. Something felt off, but Ye Chuan had saved them.
"Alright." Torres finally relented, sitting down beside the carriage to stand guard.
……
The night passed without incident.
Irena woke groggily to find herself inside the carriage. Rubbing her eyes, her silver-white hair spilled messily around her.
She turned her head—
A face lay beside her, eyes closed, breathing steadily.
"……" Her brain short-circuited for several seconds before she mechanically turned away, instinctively checking her clothes.
"Why…"
Why was she sleeping next to him?!
Irena desperately tried to recall the events of the previous night, but her memory was blank. There were fragments, but no matter how hard she tried, nothing came back.
"Eek?!" Her involuntary noise alerted Torres outside, who barged in immediately.
"Your Highness?!"
As the curtain was yanked aside, he took in the sight of Irena sitting up in a flustered panic.
"Torres, wh-why was I sleeping with Lord Ye Chuan?" Irena demanded the moment she saw him.
"Oh, you fell asleep last night, and Lord Ye Chuan needed a place to rest too, so he shared the carriage." Torres relaxed upon seeing her unharmed.
"Th-that’s weird, isn’t it? Sleeping together?" Irena’s ears flushed red as she flailed her arms, trying to mask her embarrassment.
Just then, Ye Chuan, who had been lying still, stirred. He yawned and sat up, his gaze landing on Irena and Torres.
"What’s all the noise so early in the morning?" he asked.
"H-how did I suddenly fall asleep? And why were you in my carriage?" Irena pressed.
"You said you couldn’t sleep, so I gave you a little hypnosis boost." Ye Chuan stretched. "You slept like a log. Even drooled a bit."
Irena instinctively wiped her mouth, her cheeks burning. "No! G-get out!! Both of you!!!"
Soon, Ye Chuan and Torres were unceremoniously ejected.
"Lord Ye Chuan, wasn’t that a bit inappropriate? Her Highness is still a young lady, after all," Torres ventured once they were outside.
"When a girl says no, she means yes. Got it?" Ye Chuan side-eyed him.
Torres scratched his head. "Is that so?"
"You’re as dense as a log. When we get back to Yisu Town, I’ll treat you to a massage." Ye Chuan rapped Torres’s arm.
"Uh…"
A short while later, Irena emerged, her face still tinged pink. "Lord Ye Chuan, your actions were a bit excessive."
"Did you sleep poorly last night?"
At his question, Irena paused, recalling. "I slept well… N-no, that’s not the point!"
"Tch. I was injured and just wanted a comfortable place to rest," Ye Chuan sighed.
"O-oh… Is that what happened?" Irena froze for several seconds before guilt washed over her.
"Yes, Your Highness. Lord Ye Chuan didn’t want you sleeping outside and getting bitten by mosquitoes," Torres chimed in, backing him up.
Irena pressed a hand to her chest. "I… I didn’t realize."
"I’m sorry, Lord Ye Chuan. I overreacted." The princess hurriedly apologized. "Are your injuries better now? Please, rest inside a while longer."
"Meh." Ye Chuan crossed his arms.
"Never mind. Let’s just get moving. I forgive you."
"Alright." Irena hesitated, then added softly,
"Thank you…"
She even thanked him.
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."
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?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
