He fled, it pursued.
He had no escape, even with wings.
Like an arrow piercing through clouds,
the truck roared with a deep, explosive growl, charging forward with wild abandon.
A flash of crimson streaked past,
leaving behind lingering traces in the air.
"BOOM!!!"
The steel behemoth smashed through a house, sending dust and debris flying as it shattered swathes of space-time, slamming into a figure within.
The truck's momentum didn't falter.
It continued at its terrifying speed, barreling toward the next point in time.
Neither its exterior
nor its interior
showed even the slightest scratch from the collision.
"Feels like my mood has lightened quite a bit," Xu Xi murmured from the driver's seat, watching the overlapping layers of time rush past with a faint smile.
This was a dark, abyssal [path].
Leading to the past.
Connecting to the future.
An empty void, yet as the heavy-duty truck sped through, an invisible road unfurled beneath it.
"Are you happy, Great Sorcerer?" Servia, seated behind him, asked curiously about Xu Xi's mood.
"Less 'happy,' more 'sharing joy,'" Xu Xi replied.
He raised a hand and lightly tapped the truck's dashboard. After a brief tremor, the entire vehicle turned semi-transparent.
Now, from inside,
they could fully admire the scenery outside—
the leaping, sprinting fragments of time, memories of Xu Xi and Xu Moli's first simulation.
"Brother, let me lean on you."
Xu Moli paid no mind to the shifting world outside, simply nestling comfortably against Xu Xi, resting at ease.
She no longer dwelled on the past.
She only wanted to seize the present and the future.
Inside the spacious cabin, as wide as an ordinary room, the girls each busied themselves—some brewing tea, others finding excuses to snuggle against Xu Xi, and some staring blankly at the fleeting reflections of time outside.
"Sir, if your cycle had no rewards, would you still make the same choices?"
Wu Yingxue pressed against the window,
sticking her head out to watch the scenes where Xu Xi saved Xu Moli.
Blood boiled, flesh mixed with dirt, and the brutal rending of flesh painted a tragic picture.
Before Xu Xi could answer,
the princess suddenly grinned, answering her own question:
"Hmm, I think you would. After all, you're the biggest, silliest fool~~"
Xu Xi froze.
The other girls burst into laughter, unanimously agreeing.
"True."
"Agreed."
"Seconded."
The peerless beings had reached a consensus.
Xu Xi sighed. "We're already married. Can't you spare me some dignity?"
"Don't worry, Master. Ailei will spare you dignity... next time at night," the loyal mechanized maid said solemnly.
Xu Xi fell silent, opting to change the subject.
Vroom—
Vroom—
The truck accelerated, its massive front plowing through the resistance of space-time, charging straight ahead despite the warped layers.
The splintering fragments of light painted Xu Xi's face in shifting hues.
After a moment,
he posed a question:
"There's so much time ahead in the future."
"Moli, Krisha, Yingxue, Ailei, Servia."
"Have you thought about what you'd like to do?"
Even setting aside their supreme cultivation, the lifespans of ordinary immortals were vast. In the endless stretch of time, they needed something to occupy themselves.
Xu Xi was curious—what did the girls have in mind?
The witch tilted her head blankly before raising her hand. "Mentor, I want to open a dragon ranch."
Xu Xi nodded. "A fine idea, Krisha."
Though slightly eccentric, Krisha rarely expressed desires, so Xu Xi naturally supported her fully.
One by one, the others shared their dreams.
"Brother, I want to learn candy-making."
"You can, but Moli, don’t I already make candy for you?"
"It’s different. This time, I’ll make it for you."
...
"I want to open a barbecue shop. I already have a name—[Supreme Barbecue That Stands Above All]."
"Yingxue, isn’t that a bit too bold?"
"Not at all! Sir, you have to trust my grilling skills!"
...
"Master, I wish to research more dishes and improve the effects of my tonic soups."
"Uh... sure."
The mechanized maid remained fixated on tonics.
She no longer needed 36 Strategies for Love, but its advice—especially about kidney health—was etched into Ailei’s memory.
...
"Great Sorcerer, I have no grand ambitions beyond staying with you and practicing my swordplay."
"Oh, wait."
"Maybe I could plant an orchard in the courtyard?"
Servia clapped her hands, deciding to grow fruit trees for future roasting.
Five girls.
Five dreams.
Xu Xi listened patiently to each, smiling softly.
The hardships of the past now felt like fleeting breezes, brushing past his cheeks and vanishing without a trace. All that remained was serene tranquility.
This was nice.
This life—truly nice.
As Xu Xi envisioned the future, his smile deepened.
"If the candy I make tastes awful, you can’t complain, Brother."
"Of course not."
In truth, faced with truly terrible food, Xu Xi rarely criticized—he’d only offer gentle suggestions.
Vroom—
Vroom—
The truck’s increasing speed cut their conversation short.
Xu Xi looked ahead through the windshield. The fragments of their cultivation-world simulation receded like a tide, replaced by the radiant glow of a new magic-based realm.
In the distance,
he could already see
a figure hiding inside a rain-drenched house.
"How naive, thinking you’re safe just by hiding inside."
Xu Xi commanded the crimson truck once more:
"Great Fortune, execute a maximum-power drift collision!"
HONK!!!
The furious blare of the horn tore through the rain.
The heavy-duty truck transformed into lightning, into light, its tires screeching against the wet road as it smashed toward the figure inside.
"CRACK."
With the crisp sound of shattering space-time,
Great Fortune secured its second strike.
Impact.
Roar.
Chaos.
Space-time churned like boiling water, thrown into disarray.
The crimson truck charged onward, hurtling toward the martial-arts node of their third simulation, its speed growing ever more terrifying—a myth eternally traversing worlds.
"Sir! Sir!"
Wu Yingxue squeezed past Xu Moli, pushing her way to Xu Xi’s side.
Eyes gleaming with excitement, she volunteered:
"Let me try this time! Please!"
"Sure," Xu Xi agreed, then glanced at the others. "Krisha, any of you want a turn?"
They shook their heads.
Aside from the restless princess, none were interested in piloting Great Fortune.
"Then it’s all yours, Yingxue."
"Mm!"
Xu Xi yielded the driver’s seat.
Wu Yingxue took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and when they reopened, they blazed with determination.
Her right fist drew back, gathering power.
"Behold—
Cosmic Extremity: Divine-Demon Annihilation: Six Paths Reincarnation Supreme Tyrant Fist!"
"HYAH!!!"
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?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
'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.
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.”
