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?
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.
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?"
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."
