Ye Chuan looked at Angelina as she lowered her head.
Forget it. As for some A-grade Demon King tenant, he'd find another opportunity to deal with that later.
If he really brought that world-destroying Demon King into the apartment, she would probably demolish the entire building by the next day.
In a sense, that Demon King was just an emotionless Angelina.
He reached out and gently tucked the loose strands of hair on Angelina's cheek behind her ear, his tone more serious than ever before:
"Angelina, there's something I need to tell you."
"Something..." Angelina was curious.
"My memory has actually recovered, and... I'm not from this world."
Angelina suddenly looked up, her eyes full of confusion. "Not from this world? Then where did Ye Chuan come from?"
"I come from a very, very faraway place called China," Ye Chuan explained patiently.
"I lost my memory before and couldn't remember anything. It wasn't until today that I remembered it all. I have a home there called the Ten Thousand Worlds Apartment... Many friends from different worlds live there."
"There are no Demon Kings there. There are lights that glow on their own, iron boxes that can hold many people for long-distance travel, and endless strawberry cake and chocolate."
Angelina listened with a blank expression. Lights that glowed on their own? Iron boxes? She had never even heard of such things.
She had lived in Isu Town since she was a child and had only ever been as far as the neighboring town. She couldn't even begin to imagine what the world Ye Chuan described looked like.
But looking into Ye Chuan's gentle eyes, she didn't have a single trace of doubt in her heart.
No matter where Ye Chuan came from, and no matter where he was going, she wanted to follow him.
"I don't understand," Angelina shook her head, then reached out her small hand, tightly gripping the hem of Ye Chuan's shirt. Looking up with her small face, she said earnestly,
"But wherever Ye Chuan goes, I will go. As long as I'm with Ye Chuan, anywhere is fine."
"As long as you still need me..."
Even though Ye Chuan had fully recovered his memories now, seeing Angelina offer herself to him so unreservedly made him let out a soft chuckle.
Smiling, he rubbed her hair and took out a glowing white tenant card from his system space.
On the originally blank space of the card, Angelina's name and a tiny avatar automatically appeared.
"Alright, then let's go home."
He gently pressed the tenant card against the center of Angelina's forehead.
A soft white light emanated from the card, enveloping Angelina completely.
The little girl instinctively closed her eyes, her small hand still tightly gripping the hem of Ye Chuan's shirt, refusing to let go.
[New Tenant Discovered: Angelina]
[Tenant Grade: D]
[Tenant Abilities: None (Demon King Origin has been sealed)]
[Tenant Status: Healthy]
[...]
It was a very ordinary status panel, but for Ye Chuan, the Demon King's power was already a reward in itself; nothing else mattered.
As the system notification sound faded, the white light slowly dispersed.
Angelina opened her eyes, curiously touched the center of her forehead, and looked around. It was still the familiar living room; nothing had changed.
"Ye Chuan, when are we leaving?" Angelina asked with a hint of curiosity.
"We're leaving right now."
Ye Chuan first carried Angelina and made a trip to the succubus brothel. Considering that the time regression might not have reversed those people's memories—
Ye Chuan directly used Origin Magic to wipe the memories of the townspeople.
It was already late at night. The succubus brothel had just closed, and the girls were packing up.
Ye Chuan didn't go in to disturb them. He simply took out a thousand gold coins from his system space along with a note that read, "I'm going on a long journey. I'll leave the succubus brothel in your care. Split the money you make among yourselves," and slipped them under the door.
He also went to the mayor's house and left a letter saying he was taking Angelina to live in the royal capital, telling them not to worry.
After doing all this, Ye Chuan took Angelina's small hand.
Aether Continent, logging off!
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In the next second, the two were already standing in a familiar living room.
A warm yellow chandelier was lit, Lan Xiaoke's casually tossed game controller lay on the sofa, an unfinished cola sat on the coffee table, and the faint scent of instant noodles floated in the air.
Angelina's eyes widened in curiosity, her little head turning this way and that as she observed this completely unfamiliar place.
She pointed at the chandelier above and whispered, "Ye Chuan, is this the light you mentioned that glows on its own? It doesn't need candles?"
"Yes, it's called an electric light. It turns on when you press a switch." Ye Chuan smiled and pressed the switch on the wall. The chandelier flickered twice, turned off, and then lit up again.
Angelina was full of curiosity and pointed at the television hanging on the wall:
"What is that? Is it a painting? Why are there people moving inside it?"
"That's a television. You can watch stories from many different worlds on it," Ye Chuan explained patiently.
"I'll slowly teach you how to use it later."
He took Angelina for a casual stroll around the apartment, then found the room prepared for her. The room had already been automatically tidied up by the system. It featured pink walls, a soft princess bed, and a wardrobe filled with all sorts of little dresses, all prepared by the system according to Angelina's size.
"This will be your room from now on."
Angelina ran to the bed, reaching out to touch the soft quilt, then ran to the window, looking at the brightly lit street below, her eyes full of novelty.
"Do you like it?"
Angelina nodded repeatedly. "Ye Chuan, it's so pretty here! I like it here!"
"I'm glad you like it." Ye Chuan smiled.
Next, Ye Chuan gave Angelina a brief introduction to the people in the apartment.
"There are quite a few people in the apartment, so you'll have to learn how to use the portal... Also, let me introduce you to some of the people at home."
Holding Angelina's small hand, Ye Chuan just happened to return to the living room and saw Lan Xiaoke.
Lan Xiaoke was lazily curled up on the sofa. Seeing another unfamiliar girl beside Ye Chuan, she had an expression of being used to it.
"Ye Chuan, you've been bringing back a lot of lolis lately."
First Hu Li, then Tian Xiaotian... and that senior sister...
"Did you really get tired of the older ones?" Lan Xiaoke asked.
"Don't make me sound like a human trafficker," Ye Chuan said in annoyance, then pulled Angelina over to Lan Xiaoke's side.
"This is Lan Xiaoke. She's also one of the earliest tenants in the apartment."
"Yo, hello there," Lan Xiaoke greeted Angelina.
Angelina was suddenly bumped by Lan Xiaoke's chest and instinctively took a step back, then stammered, "An... Angelina, that's my name."
"Angelina..." Lan Xiaoke suddenly looked up at Ye Chuan. "That's a bit of a mouthful to say. Can I just call her Anna?"
"Is that even the same name?"
"Oh, whatever..."
"U-um, is big sister Lan Xiaoke Ye Chuan's partner?" Angelina suddenly mustered her courage and asked, seeing Ye Chuan and Lan Xiaoke bickering.
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
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 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.
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."
