After changing into the suit, Lan Xiaoke seemed like a completely different person—she even started playfully teasing Ye Chuan.
As time passed, the eerie glowing patterns grew increasingly brighter. At the moment when the pink light reached its peak, Lan Xiaoke suddenly clenched her teeth and, as if overwhelmed by the surge of power, collapsed.
Lan Xiaoke was injured; drops of blood mixed with spiritual fluid oozed out, and she fainted, unconscious.
“No way,” Ye Chuan said, rushing over to check on her after seeing Lan Xiaoke’s sudden halt. Fortunately, she wasn’t seriously hurt—she seemed to have just hit some kind of threshold and fallen into a brief blackout.
Ye Chuan treated her, and after feeding her some fresh spiritual fluid, the girl slowly opened her eyes and looked at him without saying a word.
“Pop~”
Lan Xiaoke whispered, “I don’t know what just happened. I felt dizzy and totally out of control.”
Seeing the white-haired girl blushing in front of him, Ye Chuan cleared his throat. After all, this was his doing—although he had glanced over the suit’s description, he never expected it would actually control Lan Xiaoke like this.
Indeed, the state only lifted after reaching the limit once.
“Mine.”
“I’m going to sleep now,” Lan Xiaoke said, avoiding eye contact with Ye Chuan as she turned over.
“Then come closer.”
“Oh~”
It was getting late. Watching Lan Xiaoke curl up and softly snore in his arms, Ye Chuan reached out to feel her heartbeat. After gently massaging her for a while, he pulled out his phone to handle his own matters.
Since he was still full of energy, he entered the Aiser Continent even though he hadn’t fully logged out.
Aiser Continent, activated!
……
When he opened his eyes again, he found himself beneath a grand window with a rich Western fantasy style, the sunlight outside just right.
“Why is the time on the Aiser Continent slightly out of sync?” Ye Chuan glanced at the weather outside—it looked close to noon. But he didn’t dwell on it and, with no clear leads, stood up.
This was the Little Dragon’s manor. After helping defeat the steward, they were resting here for a while to recover.
“Lord Xi Xi, you’re awake,” a maid greeted Ye Chuan as she entered the room after hearing the movement. “Shall I help you change your clothes?”
“No need,” Ye Chuan replied. He didn’t want that.
The maid noticed his noticeably firm expression and smiled, teasing, “Shall I help you with that?”
Ye Chuan gave her a glance. Perhaps because he had been connected to Lan Xiaoke before activating the Aiser Continent, he was still in an excited state. He waved his hand, “No thanks. Where’s Kaiaolen?”
“The lord is in the study, discussing matters with the princess.”
“Take me there in a moment.”
“Yes, sir.”
After a simple breakfast, Ye Chuan was led by the manor’s maid to the study.
“They really have money,” Ye Chuan muttered as they walked for quite some time before finally reaching the so-called study.
“Knock knock.” The maid knocked on the door. “Lord, Lord Xi Xi has arrived.”
“Alright, let him in.”
The door opened, and Ye Chuan stepped into the study. Inside were just three people, all familiar faces.
Kaiaolen, Irena, and Torres.
The little dragon and the princess’s attendants.
“Looks like you were really exhausted, only getting up now,” Kaiaolen said after spotting Ye Chuan. “Have you eaten yet?”
“I did. The taste was average—still not as good as the Adventurers’ Guild,” Ye Chuan replied.
“I see… maybe it just doesn’t suit your taste,” Kaiaolen responded, not paying much attention since he had something else on his mind.
“About what happened last night, Xi Xi, have you figured out anything about identifying that kind of monster?”
“It is a bit difficult,” Irena said from the side.
“I do,” Ye Chuan answered.
Kaiaolen nodded slightly at this. “Hmm, that makes sense. After all, with so little time, it’s normal that you couldn’t figure it out…”
The next moment, Kaiaolen froze, as if he thought he’d misheard. He reached out to rub his ear. “Did you just say you have a way?”
“Yeah, I do,” Ye Chuan said with a sideways glance. “Are you getting old? Your ears starting to fail you?”
Kaiaolen slammed the table excitedly. “You brat, what method?!”
Irena and Torres both had shining eyes.
They were incredibly grateful they had entrusted Ye Chuan with this task—he was like a savior sent from heaven!
“I have a kind of magic that can identify that kind of monster. Of course, we still need to test how effective it is,” Ye Chuan said, fully trusting the magic Lilith had given him, though he admitted there was a slight chance it might not work on that monster, so he didn’t make any absolute claims.
“In that case, let’s try it right away!”
Under Kaiaolen’s orders, they quickly got up and headed to a place resembling a training ground. Ye Chuan noticed a few guards had brought several people over, and from appearances, they looked like ordinary civilians.
“I suspect these people might be monsters because I’ve heard that their behavior is unusual,” Kaiaolen said in a low voice.
But without evidence, they obviously couldn’t just start killing people.
“Alright, I’ll give it a try.” Ye Chuan walked straight up to the group of civilians.
Indeed, from their outward appearance, there was nothing unusual to be found.
“Detection Spell.” Ye Chuan cast the magic on the first person. The magic circle glowed as light fell on the individual, revealing a faint purple aura.
Kaiaolen, watching Ye Chuan cast the spell, was a bit surprised. “So it really is ‘Silent Casting.’”
This made Kaiaolen even more curious about Ye Chuan. However, Ye Chuan continued to cast the Detection Spell on each of the civilians, finding no trace of monsters at all.
“Huh? Could it be useless?” After seeing no abnormalities in the group, Ye Chuan withdrew his gaze and said to the others,
“They… should be fine.”
Kaiaolen pondered for a moment. “Next batch.”
Soon, another four or five civilians were brought over, but after Ye Chuan cast the Detection Spell on them, still no findings.
“This is strange.” Ye Chuan began to doubt himself, since some of them didn’t look quite normal.
“Could it be a problem with the magic?” Irena asked.
“Magic shouldn’t cause any problems; at most, it’s just used differently,” Ye Chuan said casually, tossing the Detect Spell aside to one of the guards.
“If the light from the Detect Spell turns red, it means the target is a monster.”
Irena’s eyes widened in surprise. “That kind of red?”
“Exactly like this guard’s red,” Ye Chuan glanced at the glowing red hue emanating from the guard beside him and nodded. “The redder, the stronger.”
“Hm?”
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.
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.”
