The enemy had not yet truly arrived.
The chaos of time and space.
The reversal of life and death.
All because of a single distant glance.
The true danger—a twisted truth of cosmic magnitude—was approaching steadily from the far reaches of chaos, its sights set squarely on the Tower of Salvation and Xu Xi.
The worst-case scenario had already unfolded.
An immortal had set its gaze upon the Tower of Salvation, which had fled the world of sorcery.
So tired.
So desperate for rest.
But not yet.
"..."
Xu Xi’s body, ravaged by the reversal of life and death, had withered—his limbs like brittle branches, his chest sunken and hollow.
He looked utterly desiccated.
Yet an overwhelming, distended sensation swelled within him, as if his body might burst at any moment.
Souls.
Billions upon billions of soul flames, now freed from the constraints of the Collector’s decree, raged wildly, consuming his emaciated form.
They granted him sublime power—even as they tore him apart from within.
"Great Sorcerer, I’ll heal you right away!"
A voice thick with sorrow rang out.
Servia rushed to Xu Xi’s side with desperate haste.
Xu Xi saw it.
That beautiful face, streaked with tears.
Droplets gathered and fell, dampening his withered skin.
With clumsy, frantic movements, the girl rummaged through her spatial ring for healing potions, administering them to Xu Xi again and again.
"I will save you," she vowed, her voice trembling but resolute.
This was a side of the Hero—Servia—that Xu Xi had never seen before.
So fragile.
The spatial ring glowed with an emerald radiance, its light growing brighter with each frantic use.
It illuminated Servia’s face, reflecting the suffocating weight of her tears.
"Servia..."
Xu Xi stared, dazed.
His decaying body showed no signs of recovery.
No matter how many healing potions or life-restoring sorceries were poured into him, the soul flames continued to burn him away.
Yet his withered, pallid face softened into a gentle smile.
He reached out, clasping Servia’s wrist to stop her futile efforts.
"That’s enough, Servia."
"There’s… no need to heal me anymore."
His words sent a tremor through Servia’s body.
Xu Xi met her dulled gem-like eyes.
"I’m sorry for keeping this from you."
"I thought I could handle everything on my own."
"But it seems I was too arrogant."
Despite the agony of his soul tearing apart, despite the blood seeping from his ruptured flesh, Xu Xi smiled apologetically at the Hero.
Then, gripping his staff, he turned his gaze back to the chaos beyond the tower.
A swirling, distorted darkness obscured his gentle features from Servia’s sight.
As he watched the abyss, he reached out, brushing Servia’s hair and wiping the tears from her eyes.
"A dangerous enemy is coming, Servia."
The Hero fell still.
Motionless.
But her eyes trembled violently.
"I will deal with that enemy."
"So, while I’m gone… can I trust you to protect yourself, and everyone else in the tower?"
His skeletal hand rested atop her head—her platinum hair, so unlike the Witch’s, was just as soft beneath his touch.
Servia could feel his strength fading with every passing second.
"Please, Servia."
It was a request she couldn’t refuse.
And yet—
I don’t want to.
Not this time.
I can’t obey you now.
Tears she had just wiped away surged anew.
Her throat clenched under the weight of unspoken emotions, leaving only her sword hand and her gaze shaking uncontrollably.
"Great Sorcerer."
"Please… let me go with you."
Servia didn’t know the full picture.
But she understood.
Any foe Xu Xi deemed "dangerous" would be at least a Sixth-Circle entity—if not a Seventh-Circle immortal.
"I can’t… let you face this alone."
"I am your knight."
"So at the very least… let me guard you."
Servia lifted her head, her tear-streaked face a mess of desperation as she defied Xu Xi’s request.
She couldn’t bear it.
Couldn’t stand by and watch someone precious walk into danger while she did nothing.
The pain of separation coiled around her fragile heart like a vice—she never wanted to endure it again.
So she begged.
Please, let me stand beside you. Let me be someone who can protect you.
"Great Sorcerer."
"You’re all I have left."
The weight of her emotions shattered the dam in her throat, spilling out her battered, vulnerable heart.
I love you.
I need you.
Please.
Don’t leave me. Don’t let us part.
She was a hollow imitation of a person—one who could only truly live by his side.
"Great Sorcerer, I’m begging you…"
"Indulge me this once."
"Don’t go alone…"
Her bloodied face was a portrait of grief, every tear a testament to the unbearable weight in her chest.
Xu Xi’s hand stilled atop her head.
He felt it.
The Hero’s sorrow—so profound it threatened to drown her.
The weakness of one who couldn’t stand alone.
The fear of losing what mattered most.
The terror of a future slipping through her fingers.
All of it had shaped the girl before him.
She was the Hero.
But she was also just Servia Clawphire—an ordinary girl who feared the dark and the thunder, saved by Xu Xi’s hand.
"I’m sorry, Servia."
Xu Xi’s eyes were clouded, his vision blurred.
His body was too frail a vessel for the flood of souls within him.
Time was running out.
"Servia."
He spread his arms and pulled the trembling Hero into an embrace, letting her shaking form lean against him.
"Parting is just the prelude to reunion."
"One day, the minute and hour hands will meet again."
"Even if I’m not here… you’ll still be extraordinary."
"Because—"
"You are my Hero."
It didn’t matter if the world didn’t acknowledge her.
It didn’t matter if fate had never blessed her.
To Xu Xi, Servia Clawphire would always be the Hero.
He recognized her efforts.
Her courage.
He had been her guiding light, leading her out of the darkness.
"Great Sorcerer…"
Servia wanted to speak, but the fire of her emotions had scorched her voice away.
All she could do was kneel there, disheveled and broken, weeping in Xu Xi’s arms.
She cried until her mind went blank.
Until thought itself dissolved into the tide of grief.
Then, gradually, her sobs quieted.
The girl stood on her own, stepping aside to clear a path for Xu Xi.
Just as Xu Xi believed in her as the true Hero—
Servia, too, believed that he would return to her.
"Thank you, Servia."
With those soft-spoken words, Xu Xi gripped his staff and stepped forward—passing effortlessly through the Tower of Salvation’s barrier and into the boundless chaos beyond.
The grand sorcerer’s tower stood empty, save for Servia’s lone figure.
She remained.
Watching.
Waiting for Xu Xi’s return.
No matter how long it took, she would wait.
Even if the wait stretched into eternity.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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!
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
