"……" Bai Qianshuang pinched her chopsticks, picked up a small bite of rice, and brought it to her mouth, chewing slowly.
Yet her gaze lingered on the twin-tailed little girl sitting across the table. The girl remained silent, but the spoon in front of her floated up as if moved by an unseen force, delivering hot soup to her lips.
For some reason, Bai Qianshuang could sense an unusual aura emanating from her.
"Ye Chuan, who is this…?" Bai Qianshuang asked. Though she wasn’t aware of all of Ye Chuan’s friends, this Lilith was the first time she had visited their home.
"Lilith. She’s also from another world," Ye Chuan replied. "One of my tenants, though she rarely shows herself due to certain circumstances."
Tenants…
"I see." Bai Qianshuang didn’t press further. After all, it wasn’t unusual for people to mysteriously appear in Ye Chuan’s house from time to time.
"Who’s older, me or her?" Lan Xiaoke, still fixated on the question, immediately turned to Ye Chuan.
"You are, obviously," Ye Chuan said, giving her a quick glance.
"Told you!" Lan Xiaoke smirked triumphantly.
Lilith, however, completely ignored her. After finishing her soup, she conjured a handkerchief to wipe away nonexistent droplets from her lips before speaking in a measured tone,
"The soup was satisfactory. This one is pleased."
With that, Lilith dissolved into a violet light and vanished into the jade pendant hanging from Ye Chuan’s chest, seemingly retreating to rest.
"Ye Chuan… she’s always with you?" Bai Qianshuang blinked in surprise. Had that pendant always housed someone?
"Pretty much. She usually stays inside to recover her strength," Ye Chuan explained.
"Oh…" Bai Qianshuang murmured, then lowered her voice. "Doesn’t that mean she… knows everything?"
But she didn’t elaborate. Instead, she quietly finished her meal and began clearing the dishes.
"I’ll help!" Lan Xiaoke eagerly joined her in washing the dishes.
Watching the two busy themselves in the kitchen, Ye Chuan took a shower and retreated to his room to relax. He scrolled through his phone, had a long video call with Luo Xi, watched some sports, and before he knew it, midnight arrived—the reset time for all his items.
"Time to harvest." Ye Chuan collected all the produce from his medicinal garden and gathered the rewards from his tenant sunflowers.
"Qianshuang’s reward is a cultivation manual… Lilith’s is a magic potion… Huh? Why is Xiaoke’s reward underwear… Ke Ning’s is…"
"Wait—?" Ye Chuan noticed Ke Ning had dropped another peculiar little item for him.
He pulled out a thin, translucent coat from his inventory.
[Item: The Emperor’s New Clothes
When worn, the defensive power of this garment scales with the user’s belief in its effectiveness.]
"A belief-based item?" Ye Chuan examined the odd trinket before slipping it on.
Almost instantly, the coat melted away, becoming invisible on his body.
"The power of belief…" Ye Chuan mused. "How do I convince myself this thing is actually strong?"
Deep down, he couldn’t shake the thought that this cling-wrap-like material was anything but durable.
"Let’s test it." He drew his sword and lightly dragged the blade across his wrist.
Splat—blood sprayed out.
"Nope, not working." He casually cast a healing spell, and the wound sealed instantly.
No noticeable boost in defense.
"Wait, I have an idea." Ye Chuan walked over to the full-length mirror in his room, suppressed his chaotic energy, and stared at his reflection. Raising a hand, he muttered,
"Hypnosis."
Within seconds, his eyelids drooped—he had entered a hypnotic state.
"The cling-wrap on your body is indestructible. The cling-wrap on your body is indestructible."
A few moments later, the trance broke. Now, with the mental suggestion firmly in place, Ye Chuan truly believed the invisible film on his body was the ultimate defensive gear.
He drew his sword again and slashed at his wrist.
This time, only a faint white mark remained.
His conviction had made the weapon harmless.
A new notification appeared in his skill status:
[The Emperor’s New Clothes (Active): Defense +50%]
"Another tiny upgrade today." Satisfied with his exploit, Ye Chuan grinned.
But now, he felt restless.
He wanted to spar with the little dragon girl.
After reviewing his gains—items and tens of thousands in income—he decided it was time to head to the Aiser Continent.
"Though the Tianxuan Continent is accessible now too…"
"Hmm…" Ye Chuan wasn’t in a hurry for Tianxuan. The Aiser Continent still had the vengeful princess’s scheme, not to mention those humanoid monsters he needed to hunt. His responsibilities weighed heavier there.
"Let’s go." Just as he was about to activate the Aiser Continent portal, a knock came at his door.
"Who is it?"
"Meee~"
Recognizing the voice, Ye Chuan called out, "Come in."
The door creaked open, and Lan Xiaoke’s head popped in. "Ye Chuan, you’re still awake."
"Cultivators don’t need much sleep," he said, but then noticed the pillow clutched in her arms. "What’s that for?"
"I’ll warm up your bed for you," Lan Xiaoke giggled, her cheeks flushing.
Seeing no objection, she shuffled in with small steps, plopped onto the bed with a soft "hup," and set her pillow down.
Then, she lay flat. "Good night~"
Normally, lying down wouldn’t accentuate certain features, but absolute measurements defied logic.
As Lan Xiaoke lay still with her eyes closed, Ye Chuan set aside his plans for the Aiser Continent.
He poked her cheek. She opened her eyes, blinking but otherwise unmoving.
Ye Chuan then pulled out the succubus outfit from his inventory.
"Xiaoke, wanna try this on?"
"Me?" Lan Xiaoke eyed the bunny girl-like attire, particularly the skimpy bra cups, and whispered, "Did… you prepare this for me?"
"Not exactly," Ye Chuan admitted. It was a quest reward, not something he’d planned.
"Since you brought me back to life… I’ll wear it." She took the outfit, but before she could change, the clothes dissolved into streams of light, wrapping around her.
"Eh?"
When the glow faded, Lan Xiaoke now bore the appearance of a succubus—complete with a swaying tail and glowing violet markings on her abdomen.
"Looks good on you," Ye Chuan remarked, but then noticed Lan Xiaoke had fallen silent.
Hm?
He looked down and saw Lan Xiaoke's face flushed red, her eyes sparkling as if little hearts were dancing in them. "Ha~"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
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.”
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?"
