Krisha once believed that
as long as she removed her twisted, malformed demon horns,
as long as she concealed her hideous scales,
she could become human.
She could stand in the light, by Xu Xi’s side,
and let that warmth, that care, last forever.
But the witch soon realized the truth was far from it.
"...Mentor."
After leaving Apogu City and journeying through the world of magic, Krisha watched the figure ahead of her grow ever more distant. Slowly, she reached out her hand.
She wanted to grasp something—
but caught nothing.
The immortal witch, forever frozen at the age of seventeen,
under the dappled sunlight, in the quiet of a summer afternoon filled with cicadas' song,
discovered something utterly ordinary, yet suffocating in its inevitability.
Xu Xi’s body was changing.
A human fate known as "aging."
A law of nature.
An order the world followed.
It was only right—only natural.
Yet the witch could not accept it. She refused to watch the familiar face slowly wither.
What she found even harder to bear was her own unchanging self.
"I don’t want this..."
"I won’t allow it..."
A scorching fire burned in her throat,
making her hollow eyes tremble uncontrollably.
With Xu Xi’s help, Krisha had gained the appearance of a "human,"
but within that body lay something transcendent, far beyond the world’s comprehension.
Her lifespan—
unfathomable to mortals.
Just as spring’s fresh buds wither by autumn,
a mortal’s life would inevitably fade like fallen leaves and petals,
disappearing before the eyes of the eternal witch.
"What’s wrong, Krisha?"
Ahead, Xu Xi stopped walking.
Standing on the sunlit dirt path, he turned back with a puzzled gaze toward the motionless girl.
"Are you tired? My apologies, I didn’t notice."
Krisha’s expression was one of helplessness, empty and lost—
misleading Xu Xi into misunderstanding.
He turned around,
returning to her side.
With a wave of his staff, he summoned the wind, lifting them both so she could rest without walking.
"Mentor..."
"I don’t want... to be apart from you..."
Holding Xu Xi’s hand, feeling the warmth of his palm,
Krisha whispered her reluctance in the faintest voice.
Xu Xi paused—
then smiled, raising his other hand to gently pat her head.
A shadow cannot exist without light.
An object loses its worth without its owner.
The witch named "Krisha Christina" knew herself to be greedy and audacious.
She sought to defy the world’s laws, to halt the arrival of destined death.
To keep the warm sun shining forever...
And so, Krisha began her attempts.
She gathered books—ones she instinctively recoiled from, ones she could hardly bear to read.
They detailed the lifespans of different races,
and the signs of human aging.
Forcing herself through the discomfort, she flipped through the records,
but could never make it past halfway.
"The end of aging is the dual decline of body and—"
At this line, Krisha slammed the book shut with lightning speed.
She knew the answer, but could not face it.
"What’s wrong, Krisha?"
Xu Xi’s voice approached.
But the witch only pressed herself against the desk, clutching the thick tome tightly, shaking her head rapidly.
"I’m fine, Mentor."
The witch lied.
She chose to hide her plans from Xu Xi.
She knew—
this task was too impossible.
So impossible that if Xu Xi knew, he would surely tell her not to waste her time.
And so, Krisha clumsily, cautiously,
conducted her experiments in secret.
"Mentor, be careful!"
During their travels,
Krisha’s gaze lingered on Xu Xi far longer than before.
Filled with worry.
Filled with tension.
The moment she spotted a protruding stone in the road,
she would hurriedly clear it away.
"Krisha, my body is still quite strong."
"Of course, I understand."
But her vigilant scanning of their surroundings proved she understood nothing at all.
In the eastern reaches of the magical world,
on Dragon Island at the heart of a vast lake,
Xu Xi gently taught Krisha the "secrets of taming dragons," expanding her knowledge.
The night they left the island,
under a starless, pitch-black sky,
the witch returned alone.
Every dragon in sight trembled, bowing low, not daring to make a sound.
"According to the records, bathing in dragon’s blood can enhance the body."
"Strength, spirit, lifespan—"
"All can be improved to some degree."
She murmured to herself,
pulling out a notebook from her robes, flipping to a marked page.
With a small nod,
the night wind howled through the island’s grass.
Wrapped in wind magic, she dashed into the island’s dark depths.
Ten minutes later,
Krisha emerged, cradling a heavy clay jar with utmost care,
as if it held the most precious treasure.
But that solemnity faded just as quickly.
The contents of the jar failed her.
They did nothing to extend Xu Xi’s lifespan—
whether applied to his skin or mixed into his food.
"It didn’t work..."
Disheartened, she poured the remaining contents onto a patch of wild grass by the roadside.
By chance, it gave birth to a cluster of crimson Dragon’s Blood Grass.
Xu Xi, finding them beautiful, gathered them into his spatial ring,
planning to plant them back in Allenson City.
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?"
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
