Disaster struck.
Without any warning.
Without any signs.
In an instant, the once clear and blue sky was scorched by terrifying magical power.
It was a hellish scene. Crimson fire meteors appeared out of nowhere, numerous as an endless sea of blood, dyeing the entire sky in a despairing shade of deep red.
“Hiss— Hiss—”
The celestial fire hissed.
The ears heard, the eyes saw, the horrifying sight of a meteor shower falling from the sky.
Buildings were continuously reduced to ruins.
Countless people screamed in terror, begging for their lives in the face of death.
There was no time to think.
Before the witch could comprehend what was happening, her body had already sprung into action, like a moth drawn to a flame, charging towards the fireball that was closing in on the courtyard.
She swung her wand.
Cast a spell.
“Water Shield!!!”
It was all futile.
A feeble moth could never withstand the ferocity of a raging flame.
The water spell, cast with all her might and even drawing on the reserve magic in her wand, was effortlessly shattered by the meteor.
Krisha had failed.
Utterly and completely failed.
She could only watch helplessly as the meteor fell, powerless to do anything!
“Boom—”, a deafening roar shook the heavens.
The fire descending from the sky brought annihilation, the shockwave from the explosion instantly leveling everything. The courtyard, filled with countless cherished memories, was obliterated in a moment.
Even Krisha herself was flung far away by the blast.
She collided, tumbled, and finally came to a stop against a brick wall.
It hurt, it hurt so much.
The witch fell to the ground, her body overwhelmed by endless pain, every bone screaming in agony, every muscle torn and bleeding.
The struggle, the torment, left the 16-year-old witch gasping for breath.
But.
But…
But oh, but.
Compared to the pain in her chest, in her heart, the pain that tore at her sanity, the physical pain was nothing.
It was true despair, the kind that could shatter a person’s mind at the mere thought of it!
“Mentor…”
In the burning ruins of the brick wall, black smoke billowed, dust and debris flying everywhere.
The young witch staggered to her feet.
Her eyes were still empty, her face expressionless, yet somehow, one could sense a hint of urgency and panic in her.
She grabbed her wand, no longer pristine but now chipped and broken, and cast another spell.
“Windwalk.”
Her voice, calm yet trembling, rang out as the wind element once again enveloped Krisha, lifting her injured body with difficulty as she flew towards the direction of the courtyard explosion.
The earlier shockwave had flung Krisha far away.
So she had to make her way back.
The distance wasn’t long, very short in fact, but for the injured Krisha, it felt like an endless, insurmountable chasm.
Burning houses, collapsed ruins, and countless dead or injured ordinary people.
This was all the witch saw.
It was gruesome, horrifying.
She sped up, flying towards the courtyard.
Suddenly, her body was wracked with intense pain, interrupting the Windwalk spell.
She fell heavily from the air, tumbling several times on the ground, her clothes torn to shreds, her delicate skin covered in cuts and abrasions.
Her face, hands, legs… every wound looked ghastly.
Her bloody flesh was smeared with dirt and gravel.
But the witch paid no mind to it.
“Mentor, mentor, mentor…”
She muttered these words, her gaze pure, focused solely on the burning ruins in the distance, doing everything she could to get closer.
If magic couldn’t be used, then she’d walk.
If walking was impossible, then she’d crawl.
She must.
She must see him again.
With this belief, Krisha struggled to her feet once more, not bothering to look for her lost wand, and staggered towards the courtyard.
Her mind was solely focused on Xu Xi’s safety.
He must not be injured, must not die, must not suffer any harm.
Not even the slightest wound was acceptable.
The girl would never allow such a thing to happen.
Even someone like her, a discarded piece of trash, could still survive in this world, so how could that warm, sun-like person just die like that?
Ah…
Ahhh…!
Just the thought of it made her heart contract violently, sending waves of pain that made the girl tremble.
“Faster, even faster… it’s still not fast enough…”
Krisha quickened her pace.
The sudden acceleration caused her injured body to lose balance, and she tumbled to the ground.
But it didn’t matter, such things were irrelevant now.
Ignoring the intense pain in her leg from the fall, ignoring the cuts on her face from the gravel, ignoring her body that had begun to convulse involuntarily.
The witch pressed on.
She fell, got up, fell again, and got up again.
Finally, after navigating around a large collapsed building, she reached the courtyard she had been striving for.
It was no longer the serene, beautiful place it once was.
There were no lush flowers or trees.
And most importantly, there was no sign of the person she held dear in her heart.
All she saw was a burning ruin, devoid of any familiar memories, even the sturdiest meditation room had been reduced to rubble.
The flames raged, the smoke billowed high into the sky, and the hot wind that blew against her face was dry and scorching.
Silence.
There was nothing left.
Yes, nothing remained.
“Thud—”
As if all her strength had been drained in an instant.
Krisha suddenly stopped moving, her legs giving out as she knelt on the ground, staring blankly at the distant ruins. The flames flickered, casting a hot yet cold light on her face.
Her expression remained calm.
Because she was a witch who knew no joy or sorrow, who felt no emotions.
But deep within that beautiful, fragile shell, within that lonely, fearful soul, was there truly no emotion at all?
Krisha didn’t know.
Because the only person who could answer that, the only person who could give the witch courage, the sun that had warmed her, was no longer there.
Ah, why is this…
The young witch knelt there, her eyes even more hollow and lifeless, staring at the burning courtyard, trying to find an answer in the raging flames.
Why was she, a mere “possession,” still alive when her master was dead?
Why couldn’t she have been faster, stronger, to block that fireball?
Why couldn’t she have died in his place?
Why… why was this…
Without her master, the possession had no reason to exist; without the sun, the witch had no future; without that warm, comforting gaze, Krisha couldn’t take a single step forward.
Her life, her soul, only existed because of that person.
If that person was gone, even if the witch survived, her life would be meaningless.
“…”
The witch trembled as she reached out, placing a hand on her chest,
feeling the overwhelming pain that threatened to burst forth.
So this is it.
She too.
Could feel sorrow.
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?"
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."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
