Princess's narration continued.
She happily shared more of what came after with Xu Xi.
"Sir, I did it!"
"I've enabled more people to have full meals!"
"I've ensured more people wear winter clothes!"
"I've made it so everyone who couldn't survive, can now live together!"
"From now on, in the future, there will never be any more demons eating humans!"
The tranquil, endless night sky, full of the mystery of starlight, echoed in the flowing silence, as Wu Yingxue's voice rang out so loudly.
She stood up from the ground.
With fists on her hips and a radiant smile, she proudly reported to Xu Xi, "Sir, I'm amazing, right?"
The girl's achievements, her past, were built on the corpses of countless demons.
Her life was undoubtedly the zenith acknowledged by all realms.
Yet even Wu Yingxue, acknowledged by all realms, longed for affirmation, desired that person who had once smiled and never awakened again, to recognize her efforts over the years.
Proudly, with the most boastful tone and demeanor, she boldly told the man, "Sir, I haven't disappointed your expectations."
Yes, that was all.
The girl only wanted to tell the foolish Sir that the once distant dream was now a tangible reality. He could stop working so hard, stop tiring himself so much.
Standing with hands on hips, the evening breeze brushed her bangs.
Allowing Xu Xi to see the anticipation in her eyes, sparkling like starlight.
"Mhm, you're indeed amazing."
Xu Xi responded to that expectation.
Smiling, he commended the Princess appropriately: "You are the world's number one heroine."
It wasn't any flowery speech.
Simple and sincere.
But Wu Yingxue was very happy, the corners of her mouth forming a beautiful curve, her martial attire billowing loudly in the wind.
"After all, it's me, so it's only natural!"
She laughed foolishly.
Then, at Xu Xi's prompting, she sat back down.
Instead of standing there foolishly, letting the wind blow.
"So, Yingxue, did you bring back everyone?"
"Pretty much, I revived everyone from the Qiuhuo Army, as well as some close acquaintances."
They continued to chat.
From Wu Yingxue's words, Xu Xi learned more about her deeds.
Such as how, after the third simulation, Wu Yingxue had dedicated herself to eradicating demons, not only from the Wu Realm but from all realms.
And how, with her supreme eminence, she had reversed the flow of time's river.
Reviving many past regrets.
Including the Dingyuan King who died unexpectedly early, and the Queen who was forced to drink poison.
With her supreme powers, Wu Yingxue had almost saved everything.
Except for Xu Xi's "eternal sleep."
No matter what, she couldn't reverse that.
It wasn't until recently that Wu Yingxue sensed Xu Xi's aura and traveled across chaos and multitudes, coming from distant spacetime realms.
"Yingxue, were you so certain it was me?"
"Mhm."
"Not even a shred of doubt that you might have mistaken someone?"
"No way, like you—a fool—there is no second."
The Princess laughed, teasing while her eyes softened slightly.
How could she ever mistake him?
He had woven dreams for her, where everyone could live.
He had folded pointless paper flowers for her in the dead of night.
He was foolish, only considering others.
He was foolish, always neglecting himself.
A sir like this was the greatest fool in the world, and there could never be a second.
So, to prevent this greatest fool from falling into danger again, the world's most capable heroine decided to stay by his side, protecting him with all her strength.
"Sir, from now on, with me here, no one can hurt you."
The Princess's voice was soft and very serious.
"Yingxue, you're not planning to return, are you?"
"Going back, but not back."
Wu Yingxue explained to Xu Xi that she had left a trace of her mind in the Wu Realm, living with her revived parents.
So, going back or not.
For Wu Yingxue, it was essentially the same.
Whether her main body was in the Wu Realm or Earth, she existed in both places, able to guard the Wu Realm and accompany her parents, or remain on Earth to see old friends.
The people of the Qiuhuo Army, and Xu Xi, who had awakened once more, were reasons why Wu Yingxue wanted to stay on Earth.
"I see..."
Xu Xi thought about it and approved of Wu Yingxue's decision.
The girl's request was simple.
She just wanted to stay on Earth, see past companions, and Xu Xi saw no problem with that.
"Oh, Sir, there's one more thing."
"What is it?"
"Do you want to come with me to the Wu Realm? My father wants to thank you in person."
"Uh... maybe not, I don't think it's appropriate."
Xu Xi hesitated slightly.
And declined the Princess's invitation.
First, the Wu Realm, connected through the third simulation, was far away from Earth, and Xu Xi didn't want to travel so far easily.
Second, meeting a girl's parents like this felt like it might lead to strange misunderstandings.
After weighing it all.
Xu Xi declined the offer.
After all, he wasn't close with the Dingyuan King.
"Alright..." Wu Yingxue shrugged, her tone a bit regretful.
The night grew deeper; the already dim sky became even more profound and mysterious.
Starlight outlined and embellished the mysterious veil of night.
"Yingxue, come back with me."
"Today is New Year's Eve; stay for dinner, and I have something I want to give you," Xu Xi looked at the sky and stood up, inviting Wu Yingxue.
"If you don't mind, I'd like to introduce you to two people, so you can get to know each other."
"You're all supreme beings of your realms."
"I think you might have some common topics."
Smiling, Xu Xi prepared to bring Wu Yingxue home, introducing her to his sister and the Demoness.
He thought.
Being supreme beings from realms, the three girls should have plenty to talk about.
Xu Moli and Krisha got along fine, and Xu Xi believed adding Wu Yingxue would only make things more harmonious.
At least.
As a brother, a mentor, a sir.
Xu Xi genuinely hoped the three girls could coexist peacefully, to prevent fragile Earth from accidentally being annihilated in the universe.
"Sure, Sir, I'll follow you."
Wu Yingxue was slightly startled.
Then her lips curled up in agreement to Xu Xi's invitation.
Xu Xi waved his hand, storing all the items on the ground into his spatial ring, and after bidding farewell to the people of the Qiuhuo Army, he led Wu Yingxue back to the center of Yanshan City.
A spacious courtyard, a frozen pond.
The cold, desolate flowerbeds were only graced by the swaying, crimson dragon's blood grass.
Xu Xi raised his head and glanced at the night sky.
For some reason.
Tonight's stars seemed a bit strange.
Flickering occasionally, vanishing and reappearing in an endless cycle.
"Ever since Earth began ascending, the skies have been getting stranger and stranger," Xu Xi didn't pay much attention, attributing it to natural phenomena.
Opening the gate to the courtyard.
A figure was already waiting there.
It was Xu Moli.

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?"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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.”