Roasted Sun Sparrow meat.
Heavenly Sun fruit platter.
Nine Sun Spirit Soup.
...
Listening to Xu Xi's words sent chills down their spines.
The loyal mechanized maid believed this must be a sign of bodily chill.
Thus, upon returning to the courtyard, she immediately took the purchased ingredients into the kitchen and began cooking.
It was rare.
The witch and the mechanized maid got along harmoniously.
The two discussed how to nourish Xu Xi's body, cooperating and improving together, jointly creating a perfectly balanced, aromatic, and flavorful tonic meal.
"Mentor, please taste."
"Master, for the sake of your health, please have some more."
Their maid attributes were in full swing.
Faced with a steaming table full of delicacies and the inexplicably harmonious atmosphere between the two girls, Xu Xi felt something subtly off but couldn't quite put his finger on it.
"Well then, I won't hold back."
Not refusing Krisha and Ailei's kindness, Xu Xi sighed with emotion as he began tasting the tonic meal.
Come to think of it, this was the first time he didn’t need to manipulate the laws of time and space to simultaneously enjoy dishes prepared by both girls.
He hoped that in the days to come, Krisha and Ailei could maintain this harmony.
...
The sky held not a single cloud, nor a whisper of cool wind. The sun blazed like fire, igniting the earth into a golden world.
Summer days.
Tranquil and soundless.
Yet in the hidden corners of the world, the fervent process of ascension had reached an unprecedented climax.
Worlds collided.
Laws intertwined.
Earth grew increasingly magnificent and grand, exuding an ancient, primordial aura.
At a slow but steady pace,
it began to surpass the pinnacle of the physical universe.
What should have been an ultimate sublimation—a cataclysmic spectacle shaking the entire cosmos—was quelled by the will of multiple supreme beings, leaving not a ripple in its wake.
Thus, Xu Xi's daily life remained undisturbed.
"Yingxue, your meat is burning."
"Ah!!"
Watching Wu Yingxue, distracted and flustered, Xu Xi couldn't help but laugh.
No matter how much time passed,
Wu Yingxue was always this scatterbrained.
"Yingxue, you really should work on this habit of yours."
Xu Xi cast his fishing line, the silver thread slipping into the pond without even a splash, beginning his daily routine of angling.
"Hehe, next time for sure."
The princess blinked.
Her overly lively eyes made it hard to take her words seriously.
"You've said that dozens of times already," Xu Xi chuckled, then suddenly felt a tug on his fishing rod and casually flicked it upward.
Beneath the water, a dragon thrashed wildly, roaring with thunder and lightning, darkening the sky.
Yet as the fishing line rose,
it rapidly shrank in size.
By the time it landed in Xu Xi's palm, it had transformed into a slender two-inch-long strip, casually tossed into a plastic basin.
Xu Xi nodded slightly, satisfied with today's catch.
He glanced around the courtyard and saw Krisha baking cookies while Ailei researched new tonics—everything was peaceful and lovely.
The radiant summer sun.
Poetic and picturesque.
Just gazing at the silent heatwaves brought a sense of serenity to the soul.
"But what exactly has Moli been busy with?"
Xu Xi lowered his head in thought.
Since the day the fifth simulation ended, he hadn’t seen Xu Moli again—she had been in a hurry, as if resolved to something.
"I feel like something is about to happen."
Xu Xi murmured.
At the same time, in his bedroom, the tall wooden display cabinet gleamed under the sunlight.
In the fifth compartment, the cover of the grimoire grew slightly warm under the sun’s rays.
Flickering.
Dazzling and elusive.
As if sensing something, Krisha, Wu Yingxue, and Ailei all froze mid-action.
"She is coming."
Infinite, boundless, endless.
Countless galaxies condensed into an instant, countless instants distilled into a single drop. Above the roaring river of time, several supreme wills clashed in the chaos.
They were the origin of the [Dao].
Every action, every word, was law.
But now.
The supreme beings gathered in the boundless void, treading upon the river of time, discussing the one who was about to arrive.
"I'll guard the home front," one proposed.
"I'll cover the flanks," another assigned.
"I'll take the front!" yet another volunteered.
It wasn’t that they bore ill will toward the newcomer.
By now,
they all understood—each of them, including the one yet to arrive, shared the same goal.
They would never harm Earth, nor would they harm Xu Xi.
They simply sought reunion.
However.
This didn’t mean the supreme beings who had arrived first would simply step aside.
If there was a reason… it was likely because they had endured hardships themselves, and now wished for others to share the experience.
Especially the princess and the mechanized maid.
If the newcomer waltzed in unhindered, wouldn’t that render their past struggles meaningless?
Unthinkable!
"What do you think?" The flickering flames of survival, also the flames of demise—the indistinct figure wreathed in crimson lotus flames turned to look behind.
"You decide. I have no interest."
A jade-white hand gripped a bloodstained ebony sword, cleaving through the endless river of time, precisely severing one demonic-infested cultivation world after another.
The multiverse trembled.
Realms quaked.
She had repeated this motion for ages.
"After all, three against one is already an advantage. Adding me would change nothing."
Xu Moli spoke calmly.
Declining this three-on-one battle.
"True," the other three supreme beings nodded slightly, acknowledging Xu Moli's reasoning.
Thus.
The river surged, time churned, and the immortal supreme beings began their wait—for the one who approached without concealment, arriving openly and honorably.
Crack—
A crisp sound.
The barrier between the infinite and the multiverse shattered.
Then a second—the seal between past and future was pierced.
From nothingness to existence.
Between being and non-being.
From existence back to nothingness.
A majestic presence symbolizing beginning, present, and end strode forth from the distant reaches of time and space. Every strand of her platinum hair shimmered with the faith of countless living worlds.
She had arrived.
"You are…"
The Hero halted, her expression slightly startled as she gazed at the three figures before her, each no less formidable than herself.
No hostility.
No killing intent.
And… somewhat familiar.
"This scent… it’s the Sorcerer’s."
The Hero, Servia, was puzzled, unsure whether they were friend or foe. Fortunately, the others soon transmitted information, sharing the truth.
"So it’s like that… I’m not the only one who knows the Sorcerer."
Servia’s nature was gentle.
Kind, benevolent, and tolerant.
Yet, faced with the supreme beings before her, she couldn’t help but wonder:
"Sorcerer… just how many others are there besides me?"
With this thought,
Servia also shared her own memories, proving she bore no ill intent.
"I’ve always… been waiting to reunite with the Sorcerer."
Lowering her head slightly,
gazing tenderly at the ring on her left hand.
Servia’s voice brimmed with anticipation.
At that moment, the supreme beings across the river of time fell into abrupt silence.
Even the witch—who had also received a spatial ring from Xu Xi in the magical world—wore an inscrutable expression.
A ring was a ring,
but its meaning could differ vastly…
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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)
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
n Our Village Many years later, Xiushui Village had transformed from a remote, impoverished hamlet into the renowned and flourishing Xiushui City of the Shifang Continent. All of this, solely because it was the birthplace of the Shifang Continent's number one sect—the Lingxian Sect. This is the story of a group of village youths, family, and friends, building a sect and growing together. Lin Xiao: As the sect master, my days are filled with countless tasks. Cultivating really gets in the way of building the sect. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Congratulations, Host, on successfully activating the Auto-Cultivation Function] Lin Xiao: Oh no, we're out of spirit stones. System: Received. Understood. Arranging it immediately. [Ding—Sect Mission issued. Mission Reward: Spirit Stones xN] No one loves their host more profoundly than this System!
