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.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
