When Ye Chuan carried the little girl out of the clinic on his back, a light, pattering rain had already begun to fall from the sky.
The icy raindrops hit his face, carrying a faint chill.
"Phew, it's raining... gotta hurry." After feeling the coolness in his nose, Ye Chuan knew that if the little girl caught too much rain, she would probably get a cold.
Ye Chuan instinctively hoisted the girl higher on his back, using his own body to block the drifting rain, afraid of getting the splint on her leg wet.
"I'll take you back," he said softly.
Ye Chuan himself had nowhere to go, so for now, it seemed best to return to the place they were just at.
As for whether those burly men from earlier would return, Ye Chuan figured that after the lesson he had just taught them, they would probably be safe for the time being.
Besides, he had likely obtained a cheat ability, which made him incredibly strong.
Bad news: he had transmigrated and lost his memory.
Good news: he seemed to have a cheat.
The little girl rested on his back in silence, just feeling Ye Chuan's broad back, seemingly clinging to steal a bit of warmth.
Returning to the alley from earlier, they stopped in front of a wooden shack.
The wooden door had a large hole in it, haphazardly nailed with a few planks, creaking whenever the wind blew.
Ye Chuan pushed the door open, and a foul stench—a mix of mildew, alcohol, and sourness—hit him in the face, making him cough twice.
Disgusting.
The room was a complete mess.
Empty liquor bottles and moldy food scraps littered the floor. A worn-out wooden table leaned crookedly against the corner, piled high with dirty bowls.
On the only bed, the bedding was black and stiff, with several large holes revealing the blackened cotton wadding inside.
The roof was leaking, and rainwater flowed down the walls, forming small puddles on the floor.
How was this a home? It was simply a garbage dump.
Looking at the scene before him, Ye Chuan felt a pang of sorrow in his heart.
It was hard to imagine that this little girl, barely over ten years old, had been living in such a place.
He carefully placed the girl on the bed, trying his best not to touch her injured leg.
The little girl curled up in the corner of the bed, hugging her knees and burying her head in them. She still had that numb look, as if she were long accustomed to all of this.
The rain outside was getting heavier, pattering loudly against the roof. The wind blew in through the hole in the wooden door, making one feel cold all over.
"What's your name?" Ye Chuan squatted by the bed and asked gently.
The little girl didn't answer, only shrinking herself even tighter.
"My name is Ye Chuan." He wasn't angry and continued talking on his own. "I've lost my memories. I don't remember who I am, and I don't know where to go. Speaking of which, the two of us seem quite similar; neither of us has anywhere to go."
The little girl remained silent for another moment before speaking up, "I... have somewhere to go."
Ye Chuan then remembered that this was her home.
"Alright." Ye Chuan scratched his head.
Meeting Ye Chuan's smile, the girl averted her gaze.
Ye Chuan stood up and looked around.
This room was simply too messy and dirty; it was completely uninhabitable.
He looked at the broom and rags in the corner, rolled up his sleeves, and started cleaning up.
He first picked up the empty bottles and trash from the floor one by one, piling them by the door, and then used the broom to sweep away the dirty water and debris.
Finally, he wiped down the table and chairs, and flipped over the impossibly dirty bedding on the bed.
Although the tools were crude and the house remained dilapidated, it had at least become much cleaner and tidier, and the nauseating stench had faded significantly.
Ye Chuan turned back to look at the little girl on the bed.
At some point, she had raised her head and was quietly watching him.
In those empty eyes, there was a faint ripple for the very first time.
Ye Chuan smiled at her, walked to the side of the bed, took off his only relatively clean jacket, and draped it over her.
"It's cold at night, don't catch a chill."
The little girl looked at the jacket that still carried a faint body heat, then looked up at Ye Chuan, her lips moving.
After a long time, she finally spoke.
"Why are you doing this?"
"We clearly don't know each other."
"I have no money, and I have nothing to give you."
Ye Chuan was stunned for a moment, then revealed a gentle smile.
He squatted by the bed, looked into the little girl's eyes, and said earnestly, "I don't need you to give me anything."
"I just saw you being bullied by those people, and I couldn't help but want to help you."
"You can call me kind, or you can say I'm being a busybody, but I just couldn't watch a child be treated like that."
The little girl looked into his eyes and remained silent for a very, very long time.
In all her life, no one had ever said such things to her.
Everyone treated her as a burden, as a punching bag they could beat and scold at will, as goods that could be exchanged for money.
No one had ever stood up for her, no one had ever cleaned her room, and certainly no one had ever taken off their jacket to cover her.
She opened her mouth, wanting to say something more, but ultimately said nothing.
Perhaps she was too tired, perhaps her injuries hurt too much, or perhaps the presence of the person beside her made her feel inexplicably at ease. She yawned, her eyelids grew heavier and heavier, and she soon fell fast asleep.
Even in her sleep, she remained curled up, but her brows had relaxed slightly, no longer as tense as before.
Ye Chuan sat on the chair by the bed, quietly watching her sleep.
The rain outside was still falling, pattering against the roof.
The room was very quiet, with only the sound of the girl's even breathing.
"How did I lose my memories? I don't understand..." Ye Chuan muttered. He couldn't shake the feeling that he had forgotten something very important. He instinctively looked at his palms, but he didn't know the reason behind any of this.
However, his primary task was to figure out the situation in this world, and to find a way back.
"Ugh." A pained groan came from the side, instantly pulling Ye Chuan's thoughts back. He turned his head and saw the little girl frowning. Her small face was pale with pain, likely due to her fracture.
Her hand twitched a few times, and Ye Chuan instinctively reached his hand over, which she grabbed tightly.
"..."
The rain outside was still falling. Looking at the little girl's state, Ye Chuan just sighed softly, then reached out and gently patted the back of her hand.
Feeling the warmth of Ye Chuan's palm, the little girl's complexion beneath her white bangs gradually improved.
Just as he was about to let go, a faint window suddenly appeared before him.
[Character: Angelina
Demon King?]
Seeing the window appear, Ye Chuan was stunned. "Huh?"
This is...
What?
My system window?
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
