The empty corridor.
On the left, doors led to various rooms.
On the right, sunlight poured in.
The golden rays transformed into shimmering particles dancing on eyelashes, illuminating the fluttering eyelids and the stray strands of hair on the forehead.
A breeze blew.
The potted plants placed along the corridor rustled softly.
Leaves brushed against one another, creating a gentle, rustling chorus.
Servia’s clear, crystalline eyes reflected Xu Xi’s face—a deep, tranquil green, as if time had frozen in that moment.
"I understand, Wizard Xu Xi."
Thanks to Xu Xi’s guidance,
the Hero regained her usual vitality.
Her delicate features curved into a confident, charming smile.
Xu Xi and Servia walked side by side, moving down the bright, illuminated path toward the tower’s core, ready to inspect its operational status.
White stone pillars supported the corridor.
With each step they took,
the pillars passed by in succession.
"Wizard Xu Xi, have you thought about what you’ll do after we reach the new world?" Servia asked as they walked.
Her tone carried curiosity, as if she deeply cared about Xu Xi’s thoughts.
"Well…"
"I haven’t really decided yet."
It was only natural—from the very beginning, Xu Xi never believed he would survive.
He pondered for a moment,
offering a vague reply: "Perhaps once we truly arrive in the new world, I’ll have an idea."
The Hero nodded thoughtfully. "I see. So you haven’t made up your mind yet."
Xu Xi turned the question back to her. "What about you, Servia? Have you decided?"
"Yes, Wizard Xu Xi."
Servia’s expression grew slightly more serious as she listed her plans for the future.
She intended to stay by Xu Xi’s side,
continuing to serve as his knightly attendant.
In the entirely unfamiliar new world, she would protect Xu Xi’s safety, ensuring that the people within the tower could live in peace.
She would witness the new world’s wonders with Xu Xi.
She would learn about its culture with Xu Xi.
She would explore the unknown tomorrow with Xu Xi.
As the Hero painted her vision of the future,
it was filled with her curiosity, unease, and worries about the otherworld.
And in every one of those futures,
Xu Xi was present.
To be precise,
in the future Servia envisioned, Xu Xi was an irreplaceable key.
"That sounds wonderful, Servia."
Xu Xi’s voice was soft, almost dissolving into the wind, carrying a note of blessing. "I think your plans are excellent."
Hearing his approval, the Hero’s mood brightened.
Her radiance,
her joy,
shone clearly through her emerald-green eyes.
……
[You and the Hero walk through the tower]
[You unexpectedly learn that the Hero has long envisioned what she will do after leaving the wizarding world]
[The Hero’s future is entirely centered around you]
[But you have no future]
[You gently stroke the Hero’s hair, glancing sideways at the vibrant garden, silently whispering an apology in your heart]
["I’m sorry, Servia. I’m going to disappoint you."]
[These are words only you know]
[As you walk through the tower’s corridors, you recall every moment you’ve shared with Servia—a long story that began in the second year of the simulation]
[Decades of memories, decades of companionship]
[Condensed into an immeasurable weight]
[It is an epic of growth, one you witnessed firsthand—the tale of the Hero Servia]
[You believe this story should continue, not end here. You prepare to unleash your own power, trading it for a sliver of hope for the Hero and the others]
[This is a miracle only you can perform]
……
[Time flows onward. The modifications to the wizard tower near completion, and you begin the final preparations]
Cross-dimensional travel
was no simple feat.
Beyond remodeling the wizard tower to grant it the ability to tear through space and traverse the void, there were other matters to settle.
After all,
leaving the wizarding world meant a true farewell.
The arcane materials and unique resources of this world would never be accessible again.
Thus, Xu Xi piloted the Tower of Salvation, soaring across the world at high speeds.
He could not afford to overlook the ruins of high-tier wizard towers,
nor the rare, mystical materials with extraordinary properties.
Amidst the relentless flight,
Xu Xi returned to a place from his past.
The White Crow Tower—once a Fourth-Circle Wizard Tower, later controlled by a Third-Circle Wizard.
Decades later, the towering structure had crumbled to dust, swallowed alongside the Aeoca Kingdom by an endless tide of undead.
Xu Xi stood in silence,
finally releasing a quiet sigh before activating the tower’s full offensive spells, cleansing the land below.
It was both to gather soulfire and to avenge those he had once known.
Afterward,
Xu Xi steered the tower toward the Clawphire Territory.
Perhaps because the land had long been abandoned, unlike the devastation of the Aeoca Kingdom, the Clawphire Territory remained largely unchanged.
"Servia, would you like to go down and see?"
"Yes, Wizard Xu Xi…"
The decaying Clawphire manor.
The weathered tombstones of her parents.
The empty, ruined village.
Servia’s emotions shifted visibly, the fluctuations in her soulfire revealing everything.
She could barely move forward, only able to take hesitant steps with Xu Xi holding her hand, her heart heavy as she stepped onto Clawphire soil once more.
Strangely,
once she truly stood on that land, the Hero found her courage again.
"Father… Mother…"
"I’ve come to see you…"
No longer curled up in loneliness.
No longer needing to lean against their graves.
This time, the girl simply spoke in a soft voice, expressing her longing for her parents.
"Wizard Xu Xi, could I ask you for a favor?" Servia rarely made requests of Xu Xi.
She asked him to cast a spell of flesh regeneration.
"Of course, Servia."
And so, pale bones were clothed in flesh, fragmented faces restored to wholeness. In a world on the brink of ruin, those eyes regained their former brightness.
Like gemstones—clear and sparkling.
Like jade—warm and luminous.
Yet glistening with the faintest sheen of tears.
"Father, Mother… I’m doing well now…"
"You don’t need to worry about me anymore…"
"Wizard Xu Xi is a good person… He’s always helped me…"
Servia recounted her journey, bending down to place a bouquet of white flowers before each tombstone.
In the form her parents would recognize best.
As their daughter.
Bidding her final farewell.
Her parents’ souls had long entered the cycle of reincarnation, and Servia herself would soon depart for a new world.
There would be no more chances to mourn them here.
Though she could have moved the tombstones, that would have been nothing more than an empty gesture.
The Hero knew—the departed were gone, never to return.
She could not lose herself in grief and forget the meaning of living. That, more than anything, would have been the greatest disrespect to those she had lost.
"Haa—!!"
A gentle breeze
brushed against Servia’s face.
Like a comforting hand.
The wind nudged her forward, guiding her back to Xu Xi’s side before finally fading away.
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."
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!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?"
