Ye Chuan and Niya had only teamed up briefly to hunt that giant spider before. At the time, she had left in distress, and Ye Chuan never expected to run into Niya again here.
"Well, this is sort of my temporary living space," Niya said, sheathing her dagger and shifting slightly to reveal the structure behind her—a makeshift shelter on broken stone slabs.
"You sleep here?" Ye Chuan asked skeptically. "Out of money?"
"I like it."
"I can lend you some," Ye Chuan offered.
"Why the sudden kindness?" Niya's face flashed with surprise. They were barely more than strangers.
Was he into her?
Niya glanced down at herself and smirked. "You’re not into me, are you?"
"Steel plate with two screws? Not my type," Ye Chuan chuckled.
Niya’s expression remained blank, but her eyes betrayed the mental image of Ye Chuan being pummeled into the ground ten thousand times over.
"Tch. If only I could beat you…" Niya gnawed at her fingernails. "So why lend me money?"
"Nine out, thirteen back."
"Wait, that’s loan sharking?!"
"…"
After a moment of composing herself, Niya scanned the nearby ruins of the coliseum and scratched her head in frustration. "Anyway, you still haven’t told me why you’re here. This isn’t exactly a great place."
"It’s a long story," Ye Chuan replied, not keen on explaining that he’d come for a daily quest.
But right now, Niya seemed like the only one who could spar with him—there wasn’t another living soul around.
Three victories in the coliseum… meaning he just had to beat up the short-haired girl in front of him three times?
"Three times might work. Knock her down, heal her with a potion, then do it again," Ye Chuan mused, stroking his chin. Meanwhile, Niya caught the look in his eyes and felt a sudden chill.
This guy’s not planning something shady, is he?
"Let me beat you up," Ye Chuan said, extending a hand.
"Are you out of your mind?!"
"I’ll pay you."
"That’s even worse!"
Seeing Niya fuming, Ye Chuan didn’t forget to ask why she thought this place was bad news. "You’re staying here—something happen?"
"Something like that," Niya muttered, her gaze drifting back to the coliseum.
"At night… there are strange noises."
"Nighttime…" Ye Chuan raised an eyebrow. "Ghosts?"
"Who knows?" Niya shrugged. "A lot of people died in that coliseum. You’ve heard the stories, right?"
"Once, an adventurer lost control of a weapon, went berserk, and slaughtered a bunch of people."
"After the chaos, that weapon vanished without a trace."
"Some say the coliseum’s still haunted by vengeful spirits."
When Ye Chuan showed no reaction, Niya frowned. "You knew about this, didn’t you?"
"I’ve heard. But I’m more curious why you’re here."
"No money," Niya said, avoiding his eyes. It was clearly a lie.
Ye Chuan didn’t press further. Instead, he walked over to her makeshift camp and plopped down on the sleeping bag.
"Hey!"
"What? It’s almost dark anyway. Just wait a bit."
Niya sat across from him, cheeks slightly puffed in irritation—though she knew she couldn’t win a fight against him.
Ye Chuan used the sleeping bag as a cushion and started tinkering with his magic.
Night deepened.
"Hey, what rank are you as a mage?" Niya asked, leaning against a stone slab.
"Four."
"You don’t fight like a fourth-rank. And you’re way too young." Niya tilted her head. Among the mages she’d met, Ye Chuan was the strongest—and the youngest.
"Actually, I’m cursed. Ageless, deathless. A thousand years old, in truth," Ye Chuan said flatly, staring into the campfire.
Niya’s eyes widened. "No way. How is immortality a curse?"
"Watching everyone you love grow old and die while you endure alone," Ye Chuan sighed. "You wouldn’t understand."
"I…" Niya’s expression faltered, as if remembering something painful. "You… don’t be sad. I get it. Try to forget. Pretend it never happened."
Ye Chuan side-eyed her. "Because it didn’t."
"…" Niya’s jaw dropped. "You jerk!"
"What else?"
"Your personality is the worst!" Niya snapped. "I hope you stay single forever!"
"Too bad. I’ve got someone," Ye Chuan laughed. "And she’s gorgeous and adorable."
Niya felt like talking to him would give her an aneurysm. Her gaze flicked toward the coliseum—then froze. "H-hey, Ye Chuan. There’s a monster over there."
"What, trying to trick me now?" Ye Chuan kept fiddling with his magic, ignoring her.
"I’m serious!"
"Uh-huh."
Niya glared. "Move, now!"
A second later, a crimson streak of light shot straight at them!
BOOM!
The makeshift camp exploded in an instant!
Niya had already dodged to the side, perching on a boulder as she coughed through the smoke. "Idiot. I told you to move."
She turned toward the source of the attack—a blood-red specter floating above the ruined coliseum.
It let out a mournful wail. "Guh…"
"A grudge amalgamation? Nasty business." Niya hesitated, but there was no time to check on Ye Chuan. Gripping her dagger, she sprinted toward the specter!
"Swift Step!"
"Speed Blessing!"
Her movements accelerated mid-run, her body glowing faintly from the buffs.
Closing in, she slashed with all her might—
"Secret Art: Crescent Slash!"
The silver arc sliced through the specter, but the lack of resistance made Niya realize the problem. "Physical immunity?!"
She pushed off the air, flipping backward just as—
"Guh!" The specter fired a crimson beam straight at her!
Niya barely managed to block with her dagger before the force sent her skidding across the ground.
"Whatever. Dying’s fine. Doesn’t matter," Niya muttered, lying face-down with eerie calm. "Didn’t wanna live anyway…"
"Vzzzt—" The specter charged another beam—then paused. The air beside it grew brighter, as if something luminous was approaching.
It turned just in time to see a tree-thick beam of light engulf its form!
When the radiance faded, only a smoldering trench remained.
Space rippled beside Niya as Ye Chuan teleported in.
"Pathetic. You dare shoot at me?"
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)
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
