The wind grew fiercer.
The snow grew more chaotic.
In the courtyard blanketed by wind and snow, the swirling flakes resembled a frenzied swarm of butterflies, crashing wildly against the withered branches.
Drip-drop, pitter-patter.
Amidst the joyous clamor of the New Year, the sound of Ailei’s knocking echoed faintly through the bedroom.
"This…"
Wu Yingxue was bewildered.
She had thought she’d chosen the perfect moment—on the eve of the New Year—to confess her feelings to Xu Xi.
Never had she imagined that, at the final step, an unexpected complication would arise.
Should she stubbornly stay, despite the risk of Ailei entering at any moment, drawing everyone’s attention?
Or should she retreat for now, wait for Ailei to leave, and then discuss matters of marriage with Xu Xi?
Wu Yingxue considered carefully.
She decided the second option was better.
Through repeated personal experience, the young noblewoman had reached a conclusion: one against four was a battle she couldn’t win.
"Sir, we’ll talk again soon."
The girl leaned close to Xu Xi’s ear, whispering softly.
Then, her gaze swept the room, searching for a place to hide.
"Wait, Yingxue, that place is—" Xu Xi reached out to grab the noblewoman’s hand, but she was too quick, darting into the most secluded corner.
Space fractured, revealing a hidden layer.
The illusory disguise crumbled away, scattering into fragments and exposing the witch concealed within.
"Could it be that you too?!"
Wu Yingxue stared at the witch before her, her eyes wide with shock.
"I was here first."
The witch’s expression remained impassive as she asserted her claim.
At that moment, the air was eerily still.
Even the faintest breaths sounded unnervingly clear.
The two girls locked eyes, each seemingly wanting to say something, but the situation left no room for further delay.
Thud—thud—
Thud—thud—
Ailei’s knocking sounded once more from outside the door.
"Professor, you should answer the door."
"Sir, don’t worry about me."
With uncanny synchronization, Krisha and Wu Yingxue repaired the spatial rift, concealing themselves within an imperceptible fold of space. To the naked eye, there was no flaw or irregularity.
Only Xu Xi knew the truth.
This seemingly peaceful room harbored two Supreme beings.
"Somehow, things are getting more and more complicated," Xu Xi murmured, gazing out the window where pristine snowflakes drifted down, obscuring the brilliant bursts of fireworks beyond.
This New Year’s Eve was unlike any before.
First, the witch had come under the cover of night. Then, the noblewoman had knocked on his door. And now, the mechanical maid had followed close behind.
Each girl had acted alone, yet somehow, they had all converged here at once.
"I should answer the door for Ailei first."
Xu Xi hesitated briefly before stepping to the entrance and opening the door for the waiting maid.
"Forgive me, Master, for disturbing you so late."
Eyes shimmering like rippling silver-blue waves, Ailei displayed a human-like remorse, apologizing for her sudden visit.
She feared she might have interrupted Xu Xi’s rest.
"It’s alright, Ailei."
Xu Xi smiled gently, comforting her as he always did.
"You came at just the right time. You haven’t disturbed me at all."
"More importantly, Ailei, is there something you need at this hour?"
At Xu Xi’s question, the girl nodded slightly.
"...Master, I’ve encountered something on Earth that requires your assistance."
As she spoke, Ailei produced a form from seemingly nowhere.
Xu Xi took it and, under the lamplight, read the bold heading at the top:
"Household registration?"
Xu Xi was stunned.
Confused and puzzled, he asked, "Ailei, why are you suddenly applying for Earth citizenship?"
For ordinary people, household registration might be an essential proof of identity.
But for a Supreme, such things held no meaning.
Emperor or beggar—whatever identity they desired was theirs to claim at will.
Yet, the mechanical maid had her own perspective.
On this snowy night, fireworks soaring overhead, the girl took Xu Xi’s hand and sat beside him on the edge of the bed, presenting her reasoning with methodical precision.
"Master, do you believe I am truly human now?"
"Of course."
Xu Xi answered without hesitation.
"Thank you for your affirmation. But I feel this alone is far from enough," Ailei said, her tone earnest and meticulous.
"Identity, flesh, heart, humanity…"
"Merely possessing the same body is insufficient to prove I am truly human."
Xu Xi fell into thought.
He understood Ailei’s intent.
Ailei wanted to become "human"—not just in body, transforming from cold machinery into warm flesh, but in every conceivable way.
And so, she sought citizenship.
A legal identity that would declare her "human."
"I understand, Ailei."
"If this is what you wish, then I support you."
Xu Xi affirmed her decision, recognizing the autonomy in her thoughts. Yet a question lingered in his mind.
Something like household registration—couldn’t Ailei accomplish it with a mere thought?
Where exactly did she need his help?
The mechanical maid naturally linked arms with Xu Xi.
"Master, through research and study, I’ve learned that on Earth, household registration is most commonly processed and used within family units."
"I believe a 'family' consisting solely of myself is incomplete. Lacking."
"And so—"
Ailei softly stated her purpose.
"I wish to join your household registration… as your wife."

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

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?"

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.