"Brother."
"What is it, Moli?"
"The melon today... is very sweet."
"Is that so? If you like it, have some more."
The crescent-shaped melon flesh was fresh and glossy, with a soft, powdery texture. Juice dripped down the girl's fingers as she held it.
A gentle bite.
A soft chew.
She glanced at Xu Xi sitting beside her.
Then at the bustling ceremony below.
Finally, she looked around at the familiar scenery, including the distant Forest Sword Peak from her memories.
Gradually.
The girl slowed her pace of eating the melon.
Holding the watermelon with both hands, her feet swayed slightly, tracing invisible, gentle curves in the air.
So familiar...
The girl thought.
Everything before her seemed to return to how it once was—the companionship of siblings in childhood, followed by their journey to the Heavenly Sword Sect in their youth.
Long-gone memories, carried by the breeze and the waves of green leaves.
Reflected once more in her eyes.
"If back then... I hadn't been cursed by the heavens, could I have lived peacefully with you, Brother?"
Xu Moli sat there, her gaze still fixed on Xu Xi, but her heart drifted to a distant boundary.
Like a fluttering butterfly, lost in a storm.
She thought.
It should have been possible.
Xu Xi possessed a Heavenly Spirit Root, his cultivation speed was astonishing. Even if he couldn't ascend to immortality, he would have thrived in the cultivation world.
That kind of brother should have been dazzling.
Not someone who endured all kinds of pain to save her.
"Moli, what are you thinking about?"
Xu Xi noticed the girl's distraction and asked curiously.
"Nothing, Brother."
Xu Moli shook her head gently. "I was just thinking... I caused you so much trouble back then..."
"Is that all?" The man chuckled. "It wasn't any trouble at all."
His tone was calm.
Gentle and natural.
Like a light bird skimming over the treetops, blending into the rustling wind, bringing a sense of peace. "To me, Moli is someone very important."
"If I had ignored you, that would have been truly strange, wouldn't it?"
Laughing, speaking.
Xu Xi's words made the girl pause.
"Brother, you've learned to sweet-talk. Where did you pick that up?" Xu Moli smiled, taking another bite of the melon.
It was juicy, and very sweet, seeping into her heart and soul.
"Did I?"
"I was just telling the truth."
Xu Xi looked puzzled, then also started eating his melon, watching the ceremony below as a mere spectator.
The light was radiant, the sweet fragrance lingering.
The two figures sat side by side, in a lazy and serene atmosphere, eating melon while waiting for the ceremony to end.
The process held little meaning.
For both Xu Xi and Xu Moli, the Heavenly Sword Sect was already a thing of the past.
The reason they stayed until the end was more to witness Li Wanshou's fulfillment, to see the old man happily return to the sect.
"Brother, I'll be leaving now."
Time passed slowly.
Once she finished her melon and the ceremony concluded, Xu Moli bid farewell to Xu Xi with a smile.
Saying she would continue her journey to sever worlds, so they could reunite sooner.
"Alright, go ahead."
Xu Xi was both amused and exasperated.
This departure would undoubtedly bring chaos to countless worlds, but fortunately, his sister had restraint and wouldn't harm innocent beings.
"Well, I should get back to my own tasks too."
...
This trip out.
Aside from attending the Heavenly Sword Sect's founding ceremony.
Xu Xi had another purpose—to investigate the records at the Capital Supernatural United Bureau.
"The matter of the life simulator is still unclear."
"But regarding Earth's Spiritual Energy Revival, I can look into it."
Xu Xi pondered.
He had already asked his sister, the witch, and the princess.
Three girls, three supreme beings, had secretly brought many worlds into Earth to facilitate its ascension.
However.
None of them knew the origin of the initial Spiritual Energy Revival.
Even with their supreme powers, when they tried to trace back time and examine the past, they found nothing unusual.
It all seemed natural, seamless, as if Earth itself had always possessed supernatural abilities.
"Could it be Ailei?"
"No, probably not."
"In the initial disaster, although there were intelligent machines involved, most of it was supernatural power."
"This outcome clearly conflicts with Ailei's nature."
Xu Xi thought as he flew toward the Capital Supernatural United Bureau.
Along the way.
He obtained the highest authority from Li Wanshou.
Even now, Li Wanshou remained the head of the Supernatural United Bureau, his True Immortal realm intimidating countless Boundary Ruins.
"Hmph, you ungrateful disciple, take it!"
Li Wanshou glared at Xu Xi with a mix of frustration and fondness.
He snorted loudly.
And tossed the key representing the bureau's highest authority to Xu Xi.
"Thanks, Master," Xu Xi said with a smile, offering his congratulations once more to his soft-hearted but sharp-tongued master on becoming the sect leader.
"At least you have some conscience. Now get out of here."
The old man laughed and scolded, waving his sleeve to shoo Xu Xi away.
...
With the key in hand, Xu Xi wasted no time. Using spatial laws, he teleported into the Supernatural United Bureau.
The place was as familiar as ever.
The silver-white, sci-fi-style corridors.
The countless supernatural beings bustling about.
A mechanical puppet approached Xu Xi, respectfully guiding him to the archives.
"Mr. Xu, all the documents you requested are in this room. Please feel free to browse."
"If you need anything, just call for me."
The wooden puppet's voice was eerily human-like.
Xu Xi nodded, scanning the vast archive room filled with both paper-bound secrets and electronic servers.
"How long can I stay here?"
"With your highest authority, there is no time limit."
Hearing this.
Xu Xi couldn't help but sigh.
See, this is the benefit of having connections... or rather, relying on a powerful master.
Having a True Immortal as a mentor sure made life easier.
With this thought, Xu Xi ventured deeper into the archive, searching for the files he needed—all the information from the first year of the Spiritual Energy Revival.
At the time, these were top-secret documents.
But now.
With the supernatural system fully developed.
Few paid attention to them anymore.
Only Xu Xi, driven by his curiosity about the origins, would dig through these dusty, ancient records.
"So, the supernatural disasters in the country happened simultaneously back then."
"The spiritual energy of cultivation."
"The elemental energy of magic."
"The vital energy of martial arts."
"These vastly different supernatural forces appeared on Earth at the same time, triggering the supernatural disasters."
"Was there a mastermind? No, probably not. It seems more like an unexpected upheaval."
Xu Xi walked slowly, flipping through the old records.
Suddenly.
Something else caught his attention.
Not about the Spiritual Energy Revival, but a recent intelligence summary.
It stated that a large number of wandering civilizations had recently sought refuge on Earth, claiming to be refugees from other universes.
Fleeing the judgment of a supreme arbiter.
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?"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
