Ye Chuan stared at the translucent blue window in front of him, blinked, and rubbed his eyes hard.
The window didn't disappear. It still hovered above Angelina's head, the text impossibly clear.
Was this...
"A system?" he called out tentatively in his mind.
There was no response.
He reached out to touch it, but his fingertips passed right through the window, feeling nothing.
It seemed he was the only one who could see this thing.
Ye Chuan suppressed his surprise and focused his attention on the rest of the window.
Sure enough, apart from Angelina's name and that glaring [Demon King?] tag, there was a dense cluster of question marks below it, looking like corrupted data.
He tried dragging the window, and as expected, a larger interface expanded—
[Host: Ye Chuan]
[Realm: Super%&* (???)]
[Status: Space-Time Distortion Aftereffects, Power Distortion Aftereffects, Amnesia]
[Skills: (9999, Remaining Cooldown Time: 1887 years, 23 hours, 56 minutes, 12 seconds)]
[Quest Log: Special Quest — Protect Demon King? Angelina, increase her affection level.]
[Current Affection Level: 5/100.]
Ye Chuan's mouth twitched as he read it. The information felt inexplicably bizarre.
Super? What was that?
And this skill list—over nine thousand skills, but the cooldown time was over a thousand years?!
Was this system broken during the transmigration? Who calculates cooldown times in millennia?
Giving him so many skills, only to lock them behind a thousand-year cooldown.
By the time he could use them, he'd have died of old age long ago.
What a scam of a system.
"Protect Angelina... Demon King?" Ye Chuan looked at the little girl sleeping soundly on the bed. Her brows were slightly furrowed, and her small hand still tightly gripped his finger, as if clinging to her last lifeline.
How could such a frail, pitiful little girl, who even struggled to walk, have anything to do with a Demon King?
And what was a Demon King anyway?
The villain of this world?
Ye Chuan racked his brains but couldn't figure it out, so he simply gave up thinking about it.
Regardless, the appearance of the system at least gave him a direction and made him feel much more at ease.
At least he wasn't a completely ordinary person with nothing; he just temporarily had amnesia.
He gently patted the back of Angelina's hand. Watching her furrowed brows slowly relax, he couldn't help but shake his head.
Poor child.
...
The night passed silently.
The next morning, the rain stopped.
Golden sunlight filtered through the cracks in the wooden door, casting mottled shadows on the floor.
The fresh scent of damp earth filled the air, dispelling the last traces of mustiness in the room.
Angelina woke up from hunger.
She slowly opened her eyes, blinking in confusion, and immediately met a pair of smiling eyes.
Ye Chuan was sitting on a small chair by the bed, his head tilted slightly, clearly having just woken up.
There were faint dark circles under his eyes, showing he hadn't slept well the whole night, yet he still gave her a gentle smile. "You're awake?"
Angelina snapped back to reality, only then realizing her hand was still tightly gripping Ye Chuan's finger.
She quickly let go as if electrocuted, then lowered her head, not daring to look at him.
In all her life, this was the first time she had been so close to someone, and the first time someone had watched over her while she slept.
"Um..." She hesitated for a long time before speaking in a voice as soft as a mosquito's.
"You... you can sleep on the bed."
"The chair is hard, you'll be... uncomfortable like this."
Ye Chuan paused for a moment, then laughed.
He didn't expect this seemingly cold little girl to actually take the initiative to care about someone.
It seemed yesterday's efforts hadn't been in vain; the affection level hadn't gone up for nothing.
"It's fine, I have thick skin, I don't mind the hard chair," he waved his hand. "The bed is so small, if I sleep on it, there won't be any room for you. You should sleep on it, recovering from your injuries is the most important thing."
Angelina shook her head and whispered, "The bed... is usually where Papa sleeps."
The smile on Ye Chuan's face froze, and his heart skipped a beat.
He looked at the small, dilapidated wooden bed, then at Angelina's frail body, and asked tentatively:
"Then where do you... usually sleep?"
Angelina didn't speak, but just looked up and pointed to the corner of the room with her chin.
Ye Chuan looked in the direction she pointed and saw a pile of torn sackcloth in the corner, stained with dirt and dust. There wasn't even a decent blanket.
That was where she usually slept.
The room instantly fell silent.
Ye Chuan looked at the pile of rags, then back at Angelina's eyes, which had grown hollow once again. He felt a sharp pang in his heart.
He took a deep breath, suppressed the bitterness in his heart, and showed a bright smile again. He reached out and rubbed her messy long white hair:
"Alright, let's not think about these unhappy things."
"You must be hungry, right? I'll go out and find you something to eat."
Food...
Angelina nodded gently, looked around, and finally found a wooden stick to support her body as she shakily stood up.
"You have a broken bone, you shouldn't go out. I'll go out by myself."
Angelina, however, replied calmly, "I'm used to it. I can walk."
Pausing for a moment, as if noticing the change in Ye Chuan's expression, she continued, "You... you should leave quickly. If those people come back, you won't be safe."
The girl seemed cold on the outside, but she genuinely cared about him. Ye Chuan thought about it, and finally just gave a helpless laugh. "I have amnesia... I actually don't have anywhere to go either."
"Amnesia..."
"Yeah."
"..." Angelina didn't quite know what amnesia meant, but Ye Chuan did indeed look like he had nowhere to go.
Just then, a rumbling sound interrupted Angelina's thoughts. She slowly came back to her senses and touched her stomach.
"Hungry?" Ye Chuan smiled. "You went to sleep without eating last night."
Angelina just shook her head, supporting herself with the makeshift crutch to walk.
Her body was so incredibly thin, her straight legs almost the same thickness as the crutch, looking as if a gust of wind could blow her apart. Ye Chuan finally couldn't help but press her back down on the edge of the bed. "Alright, I'll go out to find food. You just wait for me here."
"Okay?"
Angelina didn't speak. Her eyes remained hollow as she looked at Ye Chuan.
"Rest up and heal your injuries, I'll be back a bit later." Ye Chuan rubbed Angelina's white hair and firmly pulled the blanket over her.
Angelina gripped the blanket with her small hands and finally said no more.
After doing all this, Ye Chuan walked out of the house. Perhaps because it had just rained, the ground was still a bit wet.
Worried that those people might come looking for trouble, Ye Chuan didn't plan to go far. He just wanted to see if he could get some food on the streets outside.
But Ye Chuan currently had one problem.
He didn't seem to have any money.
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.
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.”
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."
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
