"Brother..."
"Die..."
"Brother... forever..."
"Let me devour you..."
Eerie whispers murmured in his ears. Ye Chuan could feel himself enveloped by flesh and blood, his body pierced by writhing tendrils, his meridians invaded as if every pore had been violated by those grotesque appendages.
"..."
"Bro..."
As the monster released crimson energy, siphoning Ye Chuan's life force, he teetered on the brink of unconsciousness—until his eyes snapped open. His pupils were pitch-black, deep as abyssal voids.
In the next instant, the chaotic power within him erupted, instantly devouring the monster's tendrils and reversing the flow, draining its energy instead!
"What... no... AHH?!"
The monster twisted and thrashed, but the terrifying suction was inescapable. Before Ye Chuan could even process what was happening, the creature's aura began rapidly withering.
The chaotic force spiraled out of control, shattering the cocoon of flesh around him and instead coalescing into a swirling maelstrom that swallowed the monster whole.
Simultaneously, Ye Chuan felt power surging through him, his energy soaring.
[You have reached Late-Stage Nascent Soul]
[You have reached Nascent Soul Perfection]
[Breaking through to Spirit Transformation Realm—]
[Due to your unique constitution, survive the heavenly tribulation]
In an instant, the blood-stained sky was swallowed by roiling black clouds, arcs of lightning dancing ominously between them.
Still absorbing the monster's essence, Ye Chuan had no time to react before—
"BOOM!"
The thunder seemed eager to annihilate him. A bolt as vast as a dragon's descent split the heavens, engulfing both Ye Chuan and the monster in blinding fury.
"Hummm—"
Chaos surged. The earth fractured. Yet the lightning, instead of destroying him, refined into pure energy that nourished his body.
The monster wasn’t so fortunate. The heavenly punishment, a bane to all wickedness, scoured its flesh-bound form, tearing it apart again and again amidst agonized regeneration.
"SCREEEEEECH—!" Its shriek shook the very fabric of the world.
Desperate to escape, the monster writhed—only for Ye Chuan to seize it with tendrils of chaos, yanking it against his chest. "Running away?"
"DIE!!!!!"
The monster’s maw gaped, unleashing a chorus of tormented souls. Countless tendrils impaled Ye Chuan, only to be devoured by the chaos. Undeterred, it kept slashing at him, fighting to break free.
Ye Chuan tightened his grip, crushing every healing pill in his spatial pouch, locking them both in a brutal battle of attrition.
With each thunder strike, the crimson world flashed white. Under the relentless divine lightning and Ye Chuan’s draining grasp, the monster’s aura dimmed.
"Crack... crack-crack." Its blood-mask shattered, revealing a single eye—his sister’s. Dull, lifeless, yet flickering with struggle.
Seeing his chance, Ye Chuan roared at the sky, "HEY! SAVING YOUR STRENGTH?!"
His voice seemed to shake the heavens. The weakening lightning convulsed, arcs converging into a cataclysmic final strike.
"NO... STOP!!!!!!!!" The monster wailed.
The bolt fell. Thunder drowned them once more.
Under the divine purge, the fleshy armor clinging to his sister finally disintegrated. Ye Chuan absorbed the residual lightning.
The clouds parted. The bloodied sky faded.
[You have reached Early-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[You have reached Mid-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[You have reached Late-Stage Spirit Transformation]
[Nine Flames Avatar → Chaos Avatar]
......
Dawn approached.
Ye Chuan landed, cradling his sister. As the crimson horizon cleared, he glanced down—and exhaled in relief.
"That was hell." He nearly coughed blood.
Thankfully, the heavenly tribulation had weakened the monster, and chaos proved its natural counter.
"Mmm..." His sister stirred. Beneath her ash-gray bangs, round eyes blinked up at him. "Brother?"
"How do you feel?" he asked. "Better?"
She frowned. The oppressive force within her had vanished. Memories flooded back—including what she’d done.
A splitting headache seized her. Ye Chuan set her down, channeling his psyche to soothe her. After all, she was a "treasure" of red-tier rarity—he’d be damned if his efforts went to waste.
Gradually, her pain eased. She smiled. "Brother... thank you."
Ye Chuan checked her body. Her physiology was... altered. No longer human.
Her blood pulsed with unnatural life; her veins resembled living tendrils.
"Your body..." He hesitated. She seemed human fused with the monster’s essence—though the eerie aura had been purged by the lightning.
"I’m fine." She shook her head, then hesitated. "Brother... am I still a monster?"
"No." Though her form had changed, "monster" didn’t fit.
She stood, gazing at the disintegrating world. "Brother, it’s vanishing. Can you leave?"
"And you?" He noted the collapsing edges. Their time here was ending.
"I’ll stay." Her voice was hollow. "This is my punishment. I... caused all this. Let me atone."
Her words carried resignation. To her, survival itself felt like sin.
"No!" Ye Chuan grabbed her wrist. "I didn’t save you just to watch you disappear!"
"Bro...ther?" She blinked, then laughed softly. "We barely know each other, yet you’re already acting like family."
"Yeah."
"But... I don’t hate it." Her smile wavered. "I... really can keep living?"
"Simply dying isn’t the way to atone—living is." Ye Chuan tightened his grip on his little sister’s hand.
"Come on, let me collect your rent... cough I mean, let me stay with you forever."
"We’re family forever, right?"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
