"Mo Li, is there any place you'd like to go?"
"Mo Li just wants to stay by her brother's side."
"Then... Krisha, what about you?"
"Not really, mentor."
"Sigh, and what about you, Ailei?"
"No particular region I wish to visit, no scenery I long to see, just want to continue serving you."
The shopping trip had come to an end.
Xu Xi stepped out of the mall's entrance, closely followed by several supreme beings.
Some were cool and elegant, others as calm as ice, some as passionate as fire, and some exuded a serene grace.
Xu Xi inquired.
He wanted to see if any of the girls had places they were interested in, and if so, they could visit them together.
But unfortunately, the answers he received were all negative.
"What about me, what about me?"
"Sir, you haven't asked me yet!", Wu Yingxue widened her eyes, unable to believe that Xu Xi had skipped her.
Thud—
Xu Xi lightly flicked the princess's forehead.
His tone was helpless: "Do I even need to ask? You've been out more times than I have, you've probably already explored every corner of the Earth."
"Hehe, that's true."
The princess chuckled sheepishly.
Rubbing her forehead.
The bustling crowd, children running around, laughter and playful banter mingled together.
The New Year was still some time away.
But in the snowy, hazy scenery of Yanshan City in winter, the festive atmosphere was already beginning to show, with the lively voices of people echoing through the streets.
More importantly.
The wind and snow were no longer as biting as before.
Xu Xi reached out his hand, and the snowflake that landed on his palm was just a tiny speck.
"Since that's the case, let's just take a walk around."
None of the girls had a place they wanted to go.
Xu Xi thought about it.
Might as well take them around the vicinity.
After all, it was still early, and there was nothing to do back at the courtyard.
They walked, advancing through the intertwining wind and snow.
They stepped forward, repeating the cycle of years and months.
Under the influence of magical tricks, none of the passersby noticed Xu Xi or the girls following closely behind.
His slender figure was inconspicuous in the snowstorm.
But as they walked on.
Xu Xi's steps paused for a moment.
The nearby shop signs, the bustling customers in the stores, brought back memories from a long time ago.
【Taiji Bun Shop】
【Psychic Haircut Salon】
【Qi Horse Transformation Vocational Training School (Now offering Qi Wing Transformation)】
Familiar signs, familiar slogans, and a familiar layout.
"Have we unknowingly come near my old house?"
Looking at the various shops on both sides of the street, blending Earth's local culture with the supernatural system, Xu Xi was first startled, then chuckled softly.
Many past memories came flooding back.
The courtyard where Xu Xi now lived.
Was only moved into after the second simulation ended.
Before that, Xu Xi had lived in a cramped old house, observing the outside world from his window in the awkward position of sitting in a wheelchair.
Passively.
Helplessly.
In the alternating light of day and night, quietly watching every change in the outside world.
Now that he thought about it, that was already a very distant past.
"Since we're here, let's go back and take a look. It's a good chance to check if there's anything unusual in the old house."
"Maybe the appearance of the simulator is somehow connected to this house."
Xu Xi thought to himself.
He stepped forward, heading towards his former home.
Along the way, as they passed the bun shop, he bought some snacks for the girls.
Surprisingly, there was a bit of disagreement over the flavor of the tofu pudding at the bun shop between his sister, the princess, and the witch.
His sister liked it sweet.
The princess liked it savory.
The witch liked it bitter.
"Ailei, aren't you going to eat?", Xu Xi looked towards the silent maid.
The winter sun was not as scorching as in summer, nor did it cast dazzling shadows.
But in the pure, clear white world, everything was reflected flawlessly.
The snow-covered path, ankle-deep, submerged Ailei's feet as she stood quietly, shaking her head at Xu Xi.
"I don't need to, master."
In the fourth simulation.
The loyal maid, as a robotic being, did not need to eat, and doing so would be meaningless.
Now, the maid had ascended to become an eternal supreme being, creating a true body for herself, but she had long since transcended the cycle of life.
She had no habit of eating.
Nor any need to eat.
Unless it was a dish prepared by Xu Xi.
"Is that so? Then I'll find some time to let you try my cooking", Xu Xi said with a smile, reaching out to gently stroke Ailei's hair.
Snowflakes fluttered, blurring his vision.
But the snowflakes that landed on the maid's head were all disrupted by the high-frequency vibrations of her ears.
"Yes, master."
"Ailei will be waiting."
The maid showed an easily understandable expression of happiness.
Then.
Xu Xi led the girls towards his old house.
His spiritual energy solidified into the shape of a key, inserted into the lock, turned the handle with a light twist.
And with a gentle push.
The door, long unoccupied and covered in dust,
Creaked open with a shower of flying ash, the rusty hinges screeching harshly.
What greeted them was a slightly dim, cramped room, almost empty with hardly any items inside.
The useful things had long been moved by Xu Xi to the courtyard.
What remained were just some worthless scattered objects and things that would never be used again.
Like Xu Xi's old companion, a cheap folding wheelchair.
In the corner, the wheelchair was folded up, its metal surface obscured by a thick layer of dust, looking shabby and worn.
"Purify."
Krisha lightly raised her finger.
An invisible wave quickly swept through the room.
Not only did it remove all the dust, but it also purified the stale air, leaving the dilapidated room looking as good as new, without the previous dirty appearance.
"Thanks, Krisha."
Xu Xi thanked her.
He stepped inside, looking around his former residence, his eyes filled with complexity and emotion.
Who would have thought that someone who had resigned themselves to a lonely life could be fortunate enough to obtain the Beautiful Life Simulator, changing that despairing life.
"The wonders of fate are truly like this."
Xu Xi's thoughts were immersed in reminiscence of the past.
In contrast, the girls' attention was more focused on the wheelchair.
"Brother, is this what you used before?"
Mo Li's tone turned slightly cold.
She belatedly realized something.
Xu Xi had the ability to reincarnate, healing his legs on his own, but the disability had indeed troubled him for many years.
Perhaps.
She should alter the past.
And kill the culprit?
"Yes, this is what I used before, but you don't need to worry about it, it's all in the past."
Xu Xi snapped out of his thoughts, laughing heartily, trying to dissuade the girls from seeking revenge on the culprit.
The source of the spiritual resurgence was most likely the Life Simulator.
The girls wouldn't even be able to find it.
Let alone try to destroy it.
Of course, if that day ever came, Xu Xi thought he could have a passionate fight with the simulator.
Let the simulator experience the wrath of the sacrifice.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

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?"

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?"