"I wonder how Ailei and Krisha's conversation went."
"I hope everything is fine..."
The morning world was awakened by the warm sunlight.
The display cabinet, outlined in the hazy light, revealed its slightly dark contours, with textures of varying depths supporting the four collectibles inside.
In the room.
A soft sigh echoed.
Xu Xi stood up and drew open the curtains, allowing the already radiant sunlight to fully illuminate every corner of the room.
He stood quietly, gazing at the flowers and plants in the courtyard outside the window.
The crimson and azure Dragon Blood Grass swayed like waves, following the trajectory of the wind.
As the wind gradually subsided, the grassy waves calmed, and the tender tips of the grass touched the blue sky, with glistening dewdrops sliding down the stems and leaves.
Xu Xi watched the scene before him.
His fingers unconsciously tapped on the windowsill.
His thoughts drifted far away, worrying about the relationship between the mechanized servant and the others.
Last night's events were too bizarre—the sudden arrival of the mechanized servant and the subsequent escape through the stars far exceeded Xu Xi's expectations.
"Ailei... she was too concerned about my safety. Her concern made her act rashly."
Xu Xi sighed again.
Reuniting with Ailei should have been a good thing, but the loyal mechanized servant was too loyal.
She accidentally clashed with his sister, the sorceress, and the princess.
The reason Xu Xi went to bed early last night was partly due to exhaustion, but more so to give the girls enough space to communicate on their own.
Xu Xi believed that Mo Li and the others wouldn't give Ailei a hard time.
Well, at least they wouldn't fight to the point of chaos restructuring and the collapse of the heavens, as in his dream.
"After all, it was just a dream. It can't be real."
"Mo Li and the others are quite well-behaved..."
His slender fingers tapped lightly, silently and slowly.
Tick.
Tock.
Time passed.
Xu Xi waited.
After about ten minutes, a faint movement came from beside him, and a figure materialized, taking on a form familiar to Xu Xi.
"...I'm sorry, Master."
Her silver-blue eyes remained lowered, not daring to meet Xu Xi's gaze.
Her voice was filled with apology.
The first thing the mechanized servant did upon returning was to apologize to Xu Xi, saying she had caused him trouble.
Trouble? Indeed, it was troublesome.
What should have been a warm and harmonious reunion had turned into conflict and arguments due to the mechanized servant's impulsiveness.
So, what words and what kind of discipline should be used to criticize and educate her behavior?
Xu Xi did not do that.
"It's been a long time, Ailei. I'm back," he turned around and smiled in the sunlight.
Not "good morning."
But "it's been a long time."
Not a casual greeting.
But a reunion after a long separation.
The haste of yesterday clearly couldn't be considered a reunion, so Xu Xi put a period on his past promise, telling the loyal mechanized servant that she no longer needed to wait.
The mechanized servant was stunned.
Her silver-blue eyes rippled with emotion, her expression trembling uncontrollably, before finally forcing a smile.
"It's been a long time, Master..." Her smile was beautiful.
An intense emotion overflowed.
Brilliant, explosive, echoing in the empty air.
Before returning, the loyal mechanized servant had prepared herself mentally, ready to face Xu Xi's reprimand.
But as expected, her master was still as peculiar as ever.
He had no intention of reprimanding Ailei.
Instead, he apologized, saying he had returned far too late, making Ailei wait for far too long, which led to the series of misunderstandings last night.
"...That's not true, Master."
"...I didn't do well enough."
"...You are always right."
The hollow metal heart cavity had become a real, beating heart.
Because of this.
The sorrow and emotion cut even deeper.
Ailei smiled, trying her best to smile, wanting to show Xu Xi her most beautiful side.
But the deep stirrings from the core of her mechanized soul made tears flow uncontrollably from the corners of her smiling eyes, streaming down her face.
Her smile was radiant.
Her sorrow was equally radiant.
"I'm sorry, Ailei, for making you wait so long..." The flowing tears were so sorrowful, moving anyone who saw them.
Xu Xi comforted her softly, extending his hand as he used to wipe her camera lens.
With a gentle and delicate touch, he wiped away Ailei's tears.
Camera lens.
Mechanized eyes.
And now, real human eyes.
The cold machinery had become a real person.
Xu Xi's wiping bore witness to that growth, drying Ailei's tears, allowing her face, which had been forcing a smile, to face the future with a cleaner, more genuine expression.
"Master, thank you..."
"Could you... please not let go..."
Thank you for returning to my life.
And please, never leave again.
As Xu Xi finished wiping Ailei's tears and was about to withdraw his hand, Ailei took hold of it herself.
Trembling, she moved Xu Xi's hand to the top of her head, feeling that warmth again, pleading for him not to leave.
Autumn is merciless.
The transition from heat to cold, the howling winds take away all warmth.
Therefore, the mechanized servant did not want that warmth to leave, craving more of its presence.
"It's alright, Ailei. I'm here."
Meeting those fragile silver-blue eyes.
Xu Xi comforted her softly.
His hand moved, his palm caressing her smooth hair, bringing warmth to the mechanized servant's soul, dispelling the cold silence.
Only after a long time did that uneasy emotion finally settle.
It shouldn't have been like this.
Before meeting, the mechanized servant had prepared herself mentally, determined to protect Xu Xi and not cause him any trouble.
But when they finally met, the surge of sorrow was impossible to suppress.
"I'm sorry, Master."
"I still have many shortcomings..."
After regaining her composure, having found meaning in life once more, and being bathed in light again, the mechanized servant.
Reflected on her shortcomings with a serious attitude.
Promising never to trouble Xu Xi again.
"It's alright, Ailei," Xu Xi smiled, rubbing the mechanized servant's head.
He never cared whether the mechanized servant had made mistakes. If anything, mistakes were a way to fill in the gaps of humanity.
Rather than focusing on her so-called shortcomings.
Xu Xi was more concerned about something else.
"Ailei, while I was away, how did your communication with Mo Li, Krisha, and Ying Xue go?"
"Did you resolve the misunderstandings and get along peacefully?"
Facing Xu Xi's concern, Ailei nodded slightly.
"Please don't worry. We've cleared up all misunderstandings. What happened last night won't happen again."
"I'm truly sorry for making you worry."
Her calm voice carried sincere apology and obvious guilt.
The mechanized servant apologized earnestly.
Xu Xi breathed a sigh of relief: "It's fine. As long as the misunderstandings are resolved, that's the best outcome."
Indeed.
Things like the chaos battles in his dream were just dreams after all.
How could something like that happen in reality?
He laughed.
The eternal supremes were quite well-behaved.
Feeling relieved, Xu Xi asked the mechanized servant what had happened after the fourth simulation ended, how she had become a supreme.
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."
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.”
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?"
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?"
