Watching Xie Yuyan, fully equipped, disappear into the distance from the manor, Li Mucheng's eyes were filled with concern.
"Young Mistress, should we send someone to protect her?" Ah Fu asked quietly from the side.
"No need. Doing so might only make Xie Yuyan misunderstand. Since she insists on searching for clues alone, let her go. I trust her."
Only when Xie Yuyan's figure vanished completely did Li Mucheng finally loosen her tightly clenched hands. She turned and walked back into the manor.
......
Feeling the warmth beside him, Ye Feng gazed at Shen Mengli, who lay beside him, sharing his bed. His heart swelled with emotion. He hadn’t expected that even after everything he’d said, Shen Mengli would still refuse to leave his side.
"Mengli, since you’ve prepared yourself mentally... I’ll tell you now, alright?"
"Mm."
Shen Mengli tightly grasped Ye Feng’s hands, giving him an encouraging look.
"It’s alright, Xiao Feng. Just say it. I’ll stand by you through thick and thin, never leaving you."
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng gently stroked Shen Mengli’s silky hair. Though countless words swirled in his mind, they all condensed into one.
"Okay."
"Mengli, have you ever read any sci-fi books?"
"Sci-fi books? Xiao Feng, why are you suddenly asking that? Don’t tell me... you have the power to change the world!"
"No, no, of course not—nothing that outrageous."
Ye Feng chuckled, pinching Shen Mengli’s soft cheeks. The tender sensation was something he could never grow tired of, even after a whole day.
"My ability is... a bit unusual. It’s like there’s a system inside my mind."
After saying this, Ye Feng paused deliberately, as if gauging whether his words would trigger some punishment from the system.
"A... system? What does that mean?"
"Mengli, you might not be familiar with the term. Let me explain what this 'system' actually is."
After Ye Feng’s detailed explanation, Shen Mengli gradually grasped the concept—though the hand clutching his sleeve only tightened further.
"Xiao Feng, are you saying there’s something in your mind that forces you to complete tasks you don’t want to do?"
"That’s the gist of it. Meeting all of you, even kidnapping you... those were tasks it forced on me. If I don’t complete them..."
Shen Mengli’s heart clenched at his words. Trembling, she whispered, "What... what happens?"
"I’d probably... disappear."
Ye Feng phrased the consequence of defying the system as gently as possible, offering a helpless smile.
"H-how could that be?! W-why... why would that happen?!"
Hearing Ye Feng’s answer shattered Shen Mengli’s composure like an invisible hammer. Even though he’d warned her to brace herself, the thought of him leaving was enough to strip away all her rationality.
"No! Absolutely not! I won’t let you leave me, Xiao Feng! I won’t let you disappear!"
Without hesitation, Shen Mengli threw herself into Ye Feng’s arms, desperately clinging to him as if only his presence could soothe her frantic heart.
"I’m sorry, Mengli. I originally planned to keep this secret buried forever..."
"Wuu... no... Xiao Feng, don’t leave me..."
As Shen Mengli’s sobs filled the room, Ye Feng lowered his head, gently patting her back. The reality was unavoidable, and there was no escaping it.
"It’s alright, Mengli. Didn’t I promise? I’ll stay by your side."
"Why... why?"
"Mengli?"
"Why didn’t you tell me sooner?! Why didn’t you confess the truth from the start?!"
Shen Mengli lifted her head, her swollen eyes locking onto Ye Feng’s with an almost desperate intensity.
"Because I didn’t want you to bear pain that was never meant for you. Without the system... we might never have even met."
Ye Feng loosened his embrace, intending to tuck the disheveled blankets around her—only for Shen Mengli to seize his wrist in a death grip.
"Mengli?"
"D-don’t leave me..."
"Mengli, I’m not leaving. I’m just fixing the blankets—"
"No no no no no!"
Shen Mengli buried her face against Ye Feng’s neck, tears still streaming down her cheeks.
"Xiao Feng, don’t leave me... please... I’m sorry for how I acted. I just... I can’t lose you."
"Mengli, calm down first, okay?"
Faced with her despair, Ye Feng did his best to console her—yet no words seemed to reach her. Finally, he sighed softly, waiting for her emotions to settle.
"......"
"Wuu... sniff..."
As her sobs gradually quieted, Shen Mengli realized Ye Feng hadn’t spoken at all. Startled, she looked up—only to find him still tenderly wiping the tears from her face.
"Feeling better?"
"Wuu... Xiao Feng..."
"It’s alright, Mengli. In situations like this, the best we can do is face them head-on. Honestly, I’ve come to terms with it. Before, I might’ve done anything to complete the system’s tasks—no matter the cost. But these days with you... they’ve made me realize that chasing after missions isn’t worth sacrificing the life I truly want."
"But... but you said you’d disappear..."
"So what? I’ve already lived the life I wanted. Even if I abandoned everything for the tasks, wouldn’t I still leave this world in the end?"
Ye Feng took a deep breath, intertwining his fingers with Shen Mengli’s limp hand.
"So now, my only wish is to live the rest of my days well. Mengli... you’ll stay with me, won’t you?"
"Mm... as long as you don’t hate me..."
"How could I ever hate you? You’re the one who showed me the answer I was searching for. If anything, I should be thanking you."
"Xiao Feng... earlier, when you mentioned redemption... were you talking about kidnapping us?"
"Ah, that..."
Ye Feng didn’t hide it, nodding in confirmation.
"Yes. The system’s task was to kidnap all of you. But I’m not some heartless villain—of course I didn’t want to do it. Back then, though, I was just a desperate pawn under the system’s control. To survive, I carried out those missions. But deep down, I knew kidnapping was unforgivable. To make up for it, I wanted to compensate you all by getting closer to you. Yet somehow... things ended up like this instead."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
