The Domain of Chaos slowly dissipated, and the cold moonlight once again fell upon the earth.
Ye Chuan looked at his own palm.
To be honest, he really did prefer things to be a bit bigger, especially those he couldn't quite grasp.
But this wasn't the time to talk about that.
Holding the weightless little girl in his arms, Ye Chuan looked down at her pale face and gently wiped the wet tear stains from the corners of her eyes.
He could clearly feel that the Demon King's origin within Angelina's body had been completely extracted, leaving only the pure aura of an ordinary little girl deep within her soul.
Those memories of the Demon Race and the destruction of the world were sealed away in the depths of chaos, along with the power of the Demon King.
Ye Chuan had absorbed the Demon King's power, though he wasn't sure what changes would occur to his own power of chaos.
He raised his head and looked into the distance.
The once-thriving town of Yisu had long been turned into scorched earth. The continuous mountain ranges were sliced in half, the streams had dried up, the vegetation was reduced to ash, and not a single trace of life could be seen for a hundred miles around.
The residual might of the Demon King's power still lingered in the air, carrying an icy aura of death.
"The Succubus Brothel..."
"Ah..."
Looking as though he were lamenting Old Ma, Ye Chuan scratched his hair, stopping just short of crying out, Old Ma, oh Old Ma.
Ye Chuan sighed softly.
Then, he reached out his hand, feeling the origin of his chaotic power.
The moment he absorbed the Demon King's power, that sliver of the origin of time he had refined finally awakened completely.
He could clearly feel the flow of time, see fragments of the past, and reverse everything that had already happened!
[You can now use the Authority of Time to freely manipulate the time of the Aether Continent. Cooldown: 100 days]
[You have acquired a new identity: Demon King]
[You have acquired a new identity: Demon King Hero?]
"Hiss." Ye Chuan hadn't expected such a series of new changes, but what he cared about more was the Authority of Time.
Freely manipulating time—
That is to say.
"Let's change it back, then."
Ye Chuan, holding Angelina, slowly levitated into mid-air.
He reached out his hand, and a soft, silvery-white light glowed in his palm. That was the color of time.
"Resurrect, my... Succubus Brothel (super loud)!!!!"
The silvery-white light spread outwards like a tide.
Wherever the light passed, time began to flow backward!
The scorched earth reverted to fertile soil, shattered rocks flew into the air and pieced together into complete mountains;
The dried streams surged once more, the clear spring water babbling;
In the distance, on that flat expanse of scorched earth, shattered rubble began to fly in reverse, wooden houses rose from the ground one by one, and curling smoke rose from the chimneys once again.
Dissipated souls were pulled back by time, people lying on the ground stood up again, the bakery uncle continued hawking his wheat cakes, Mayor Lawrence strolled down the street leaning on his cane, and the girls from the Succubus Brothel smiled as they saw off their last guest.
Everything returned to how it was before the Demon King swung her sword.
Yisu Town was still that peaceful and harmonious border town, as if that world-destroying battle had never happened.
"This fierce?" Ye Chuan hadn't expected the power of the Authority of Time to far exceed his imagination.
"It's back, the town is all back," Ye Chuan sighed with emotion.
He had thought it would only resurrect things at most.
"But... I'm the boss of the Succubus Brothel?" Ye Chuan suddenly realized the crucial point.
And then...
Ye Chuan took out his phone and took a look.
[Sub-branch Mission: Acquire the Succubus Brothel (Completed)]
He didn't expect the mission to actually be completed.
And it rewarded five Tenant Cards. Not only that, Ye Chuan also gained free control over the Succubus Brothel, able to bring succubi back to the Myriad Worlds Apartment as he pleased.
Furthermore, all tenants received a succubus skin, which was an exclusive outfit like Lan Xiaoke's, adding attack speed and critical hit rate.
"Not bad..." Ye Chuan muttered.
Carrying Angelina, Ye Chuan appeared at the gate of his own courtyard.
The swing in the yard was still gently swaying, the living room lights were on, and the unfinished potato and beef stew was still on the dining table. Everything was exactly the same as when he left.
He carried Angelina into the living room and gently placed her on the soft sofa.
Then he reached out, a faint white light glowing at his fingertips, and gently tapped Angelina's forehead.
The memories belonging to the Demon King, the memories of that battle, and the memories belonging to Satania were all carefully erased by him.
He only left behind those warm, everyday memories belonging to Angelina and Ye Chuan.
He didn't want her to bear anything heavy anymore; he just wanted her to forever be that carefree little girl.
After doing all this, Ye Chuan sat next to the sofa, quietly waiting for her to wake up.
About an hour later, Angelina's eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she slowly opened her eyes.
She blinked blankly, looking at the familiar living room ceiling, then turned to look at Ye Chuan beside her, her small face full of confusion:
"Ye Chuan? I... how did I fall asleep here?"
She remembered that she had clearly made dinner and was waiting for Ye Chuan to return, then she felt a bit sleepy and dozed off on the sofa...
But why did her head hurt a little, and her body feel sore, as if she had run a very long way?
Ye Chuan looked into her clear blue eyes. There was no trace of gloom in them, only pure confusion and reliance.
He revealed a gentle smile and reached out to rub her long white hair. "You, you were sleepwalking."
"Sleepwalking?" Angelina froze for a moment and touched her head. "Did I sleepwalk again?"
"Yes." Ye Chuan nodded, his tone as natural as could be.
"When I came back, I saw you asleep. I guess you've just been too tired lately, that's why."
Angelina nodded, half-understanding.
She did feel a bit tired, as if she had a very, very long nightmare. In the dream, there were black wings, burning flames, and a very scary voice calling her Lord Demon King.
But waking up now, she had completely forgotten the contents of the dream, leaving only a vague palpitation.
"I'm sorry for causing you trouble again," she lowered her head in embarrassment and said softly.
"Silly girl, why are you being so polite with me?" Ye Chuan smiled and pinched her cheek, then seemed to realize something.
[New Tenant: Demon King
The strongest Demon King born of the times on the Aether Continent, possessing the magic of death. Every living thing she touches will...]
[Tenant Quality: A]
[...]
Ye Chuan realized a problem.
It seemed Angelina could no longer move in as the Demon King.
"Angelina isn't the Demon King anymore... Then can I use my authority to find that original Demon King? And then force her to become a tenant?" Ye Chuan felt that time was indeed a very troublesome thing.
No wonder Lilith wouldn't let him touch the laws of time.
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."
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?"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
