Behind the bustling facade of Allenson City lay foul, sewage-ridden alleyways.
The wreckage of steam machinery.
Discarded materials from magical experiments.
And all manner of household waste, mingled with unidentified flesh and blood, fermented relentlessly in the rainwater, emitting a putrid, eye-watering stench.
Passersby would often walk past with faces twisted in disgust.
Their boots hurriedly clattering over the stone steps.
Not even sparing a second glance.
No one noticed the small figure curled up in the shadows of the alleyway walls, trembling, her face numb and vacant.
Her hair was matted with filth, soaked through with grimy water.
Disheveled. Reeking.
No joy, no sorrow—only hollow emptiness and an unnameable fear.
Hunger and pain struck at once, tormenting the girl’s frail body.
"...So hungry."
Her eyes were dull and lifeless, gray with numbness. Clutching her aching, burning stomach, she sat in the mud, waiting for death.
"...It hurts."
Her hand reached up, brushing the wound on her neck.
A rope burn, left by a noose dragged behind a galloping carriage.
Hated for her demonic bloodline.
Alive because of her demonic bloodline.
A paradoxical, suffocating torment, like invisible shackles.
Too heavy for the young witch to bear.
"...So tired."
She curled tighter into herself.
Retreating further into the alley’s shadows.
Maybe death would let her sleep forever, free from hunger.
But then—
Footsteps echoed in the alley. The sweet scent of fresh bread stirred something primal in her.
She was starving.
She needed to eat.
Against her will, her parched throat managed a weak swallow.
Torn between guilt and desperation,
the young witch forced herself up, dripping with mud, her bruised hands clutching a small knife as she brandished it at the unsuspecting stranger entering the alley.
"S-Stop!"
"Give... give me the bread!"
Would she get the bread?
Or would she be killed on the spot?
Moments later, the witch stared blankly at the loaf in her hands, then at the outstretched palm offering it to her.
"Come with me."
The man’s voice was gentle.
Krisha was confused. She couldn’t comprehend what was happening.
Was he asking her to be his slave?
If so, that might be a good thing—at least she wouldn’t have to wander anymore.
She braced herself.
Whether as a slave or a disposable tool, being "needed" meant she could keep living.
But the man named Xu Xi was strange.
He washed away her filth.
Gave her clean clothes.
Prepared a room for her.
And in a voice soft with warmth, he asked for her name.
"Krisha..." The young witch murmured, her hollow eyes lifting to meet his. "Krisha Christina."
Xu Xi smiled.
Gently, he patted her head.
"That’s a beautiful name," he praised.
It was the first compliment the witch had ever received.
Inside the room, Xu Xi busied himself arranging her space, preparing bedding for her to sleep.
"Such a strange master..."
Watching him, Krisha felt even more lost.
This wasn’t what she had expected.
No beatings. No scorn. No harsh words.
The young witch had prepared for the worst.
Yet what she received—
was something she had never dared imagine.
"Krisha, today we’ll learn this," the man said softly, seating her across from him as he taught her basic knowledge and writing.
Yes.
The witch was learning.
She didn’t understand why someone as ugly and worthless as her was being educated.
But she obeyed.
Even confused, she followed Xu Xi’s instructions without question.
She learned letters, common sense, how to speak properly.
The twisted horns on her head, the patchy scales on her skin—those monstrous traits no longer tormented her within these walls.
Yet sometimes—
the memories still haunted her body.
When Xu Xi raised his hand, she would flinch away.
A terrified whimper escaping her.
Colliding with chairs and tables in panic before huddling in a corner, arms wrapped tightly around her head.
"N-No... please... don’t..."
The young witch trembled, bracing for pain.
But it never came.
Slowly, she dared to open her eyes.
And saw only regret in his expression—concern, guilt, and unmistakable tenderness.
"I’m sorry, Krisha."
"...I’m so sorry."
Her [master] had apologized to an [object].
The words washed over little Krisha, leaving her silent and bewildered.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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."
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?"
