The stars are leaping.
The world is receding.
The salvation tower pierces through the spatial barriers, soaring into the eternal void.
Flesh and blood burn into flames, searing between the fingers of her hands, rendering the warrior unable to grip her blade any longer.
Trembling.
Fear.
Sorrow.
She struggles, palms pressed against the ground, staggering back to her feet, her expression uncontrollably dazed.
"I am the Wizard's warrior..."
"Yes, I always have been..."
Hollow grief spills from her murmurs.
Through the endless passage of time, sorrow echoes. Even as the years turn to sand, slipping through her fingers again and again, that grief remains.
A soul meant to shine brightly.
Now dulled by separation.
Yet, just as dawn's light tears through the night, the warrior believes she will reunite with Xu Xi.
She will become a true warrior, one worthy of Xu Xi's praise.
Standing in the light.
Embracing Xu Xi once more.
And confessing her true feelings.
"Father, Mother, I'm back!"
Supreme power rewrites misfortune.
Her long-lost loved ones.
Her shattered homeland.
With Servia's help, all return from the distant past. Seeing their familiar faces, she smiles too.
Time passes, and Servia grows even happier.
She reunites with Xu Xi, filling the void in her heart, leaving nothing missing.
"Good morning, Miss Servia."
"Would you like some freshly baked pancakes?"
At dawn, the servants emerge from their rooms, ready to begin the day's work, only to see Servia rushing from afar.
Following their usual routine, they greet her warmly.
In the past,
the warrior would respond with equal enthusiasm.
But today, she has no time to spare.
"Next time, definitely next time!"
The stained glass of the dome gleams magnificently under the sunlight. Tall pillars, entwined with grapevine carvings, cast shifting shadows as the girl dashes past.
Holding the hem of her dress with both hands.
Her expression urgent.
Servia sprints through the halls of her home, racing up the walnut-carved staircase railing to the mansion's second floor.
"Miss Servia?"
Along the way,
everyone watches in stunned silence.
No one understands why she’s in such a hurry today.
"Ah, found it!" Golden hair, bright as the sun, flutters in the air. Emerald eyes brim with joy as the girl bursts into her room and retrieves a small gem from the corner.
A smooth, glimmering green stone.
Set within a hollow watch face.
Delicate, and full of memories—a cherished treasure from her childhood.
"Father, Mother, I'm leaving!"
Thinking of Xu Xi waiting for her,
Servia tucks the gem away and rushes off, still clutching her dress, leaving her bewildered parents at the door.
"Servia, what’s…?"
"I don’t know. Maybe something urgent."
Across time, through chaos.
Following Xu Xi’s presence, the warrior presses forward, breaking through barriers until she returns to the simulated world where they once stood alone.
"Wizard."
"Will you… accept this?"
Under the dim, hazy night sky,
Servia cradles the green gem in her palms, pouring her childhood dreams and lonely self into the ring on Xu Xi’s left hand.
Its glow.
Shines vividly in the dark.
"Wizard, my past and my future—I entrust them to you."
"Please… don’t reject me."
To Xu Xi’s astonishment, the warrior adjusts the ring’s position—from the index finger to the ring finger.
Warrior Servia.
Makes her move!
Earth, Yanshan City.
In the quiet courtyard, Servia raises her left hand, gazing at the ring, reminiscing about the past, and smiles softly to herself.
The smile is faint, serene yet understated.
As if all the joys and sorrows of her journey have been kneaded into it.
Leaving only a mellow aftertaste.
"Marriage…"
"Something I’ve longed for, yet now that it’s here, it feels too sudden, too fast."
"I think… I understand how Mother felt now."
The warrior recalls her childhood.
When she was young, Mrs. Clawphire once held her and spoke of the excitement and nervousness of marriage.
Little Servia couldn’t comprehend it back then.
But now,
Servia truly feels what her mother called "anticipation" and "anxiety."
Lost in thought, Servia rises and walks toward Xu Xi’s study.
Knock knock—
A light rap on the door.
"Come in."
With permission, the elegant golden-haired warrior steps inside, her eyes landing first on the familiar figure deep in thought at the desk.
"Wizard, are you still worrying about the wedding?"
Approaching,
Servia stands behind Xu Xi,
peering curiously over his shoulder.
"Not too much. With Krisha and Ailei’s help, most of it is planned," Xu Xi nods, spreading out a few sheets of paper on the desk.
Lists of wedding arrangements.
And their corresponding details.
Xu Xi prefers tranquility, disliking overly elaborate ceremonies. But this time is different.
At this pivotal moment in life, he wants to create unforgettable memories for the girls.
Perfection is hard to achieve.
But some things aren’t about difficulty.
Only by pouring oneself into the effort can one truly leave no regrets.
"Servia, do you have anything to add?"
Xu Xi turns slightly, meeting the warrior’s gaze.
Servia shakes her head. "Wizard, I don’t. You and the others have already thought of everything. I’m not good at this."
A warrior has her strengths.
She excels at saving the world, vanquishing evil, and confessing to the Wizard.
For everything else, she’s just barely managing.
"Alright, I understand."
Xu Xi smiles, gathering the papers, stacking them neatly, and tucking them into the desk drawer.
Truthfully,
planning this wedding has left Xu Xi exhausted.
Same time, same place.
A red bridal gown and a white wedding dress appearing together would clash, their colors starkly opposed.
Guest experience, menu selection, venue decoration.
And so on, and so forth.
All require careful consideration.
"Luckily, with Krisha and Ailei’s help, these issues are resolved. It’s just a bit more work for me," Xu Xi exhales, standing and walking out with Servia.
Midway, as if remembering something,
Servia tugs at Xu Xi’s sleeve.
"Wizard, before the wedding… shouldn’t you…"
"Come with me to meet my parents?"
The warrior wants to introduce Xu Xi to her family.

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 bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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?"

'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.