The layers of false appearances gradually faded away.
Like falling petals.
Like shattered reflections in a mirror.
In the faint, shimmering haze, Krisha's true form was revealed.
It was the face of a 17-year-old girl, unmarred by time, unweathered by the past, her delicate features still carrying the familiar indifference Xu Xi knew so well.
"Beautiful, isn't she?"
Xu Xi spoke softly, his gaze filled with affection.
He stood before the immortal witch, one showing the signs of age, the other forever youthful, creating a stark contrast between them.
Unseen.
The boundary between life and death quietly emerged.
Separating the two with a subtle gap.
"...", the atmosphere was heavy with silence, tinged with a faint sense of sorrow. Xu Xi could only gently stroke Krisha's head, comforting the trembling witch in this small way.
Outside, the rustling of autumn leaves could be heard, a sign of the season's arrival.
Autumn had come.
And with it, the biting cold of winter was not far behind.
[Simulation Year 50: You are 64 years old, Krisha is 56 years old]
[You begin to focus on health preservation, casting life magic on yourself daily to restore vitality. Unfortunately, your body cannot retain the vigorous life force, and it continues to age and decline.]
[Outside, the Church of the Gods is still frantically searching for your whereabouts. You have hidden well and remain undiscovered.]
[Simulation Year 51: You are 65 years old, Krisha is 57 years old]
[You have developed some leisurely hobbies for the elderly, such as sitting at the door to bask in the sun, gazing at the outside world for hours, or tending to beautiful plants and flowers.]
[Krisha remains as she always has, serving by your side daily, brewing you a bitter cup of spirit-enhancing herbal drink whenever you need it.]
[Simulation Year 52: You are 66 years old, Krisha is 58 years old]
[Your body remains healthy, though its functions are not as robust as in your youth. Still, you have not fallen ill.]
[You are pleased, thinking you might live a little longer.]
[Simulation Year 53: You are 67 years old, Krisha is 59 years old]
[Krisha's cooking skills have improved. To enhance your meals, she often goes to the market alone to buy ingredients. Now, she no longer mistakes poisonous ingredients for edible ones.]
[Simulation Year 54: You are 68 years old, Krisha is 60 years old]
[With no progress in magic, you immerse yourself in gardening. You plant a patch of dragon's blood grass in the garden, the materials for which were generously provided by an anonymous red dragon.]
[Krisha stands beside you, carefully wiping the bloodstains off "Gray Rekindling," her movements practiced and precise.]
[Simulation Year 55...]
[Simulation Year 56...]
[Simulation Year 57...]
Time spun like a film on fast-forward, rushing through your mind at a frantic pace. When you finally came to your senses, only vague memories remained.
Xu Xi's body aged year by year.
Like the setting sun at dusk.
Though it still glowed and retained some warmth, behind that fading light lay an endless gray stillness.
In the 61st year of the simulation, Xu Xi was 75 years old, his hair now completely white.
He sat at the entrance of the courtyard, half-reclining in a resting posture.
His silver hair shimmered faintly in the sunlight, and his wrinkled face bore a pair of deep, steady eyes, all his spiritual energy contained within, hidden but not extinguished.
"How stifling..."
Xu Xi murmured.
Long ago, he had known that an aging body would be far less agile than in youth.
But when the day finally came, Xu Xi realized that the experience of aging was far more terrifying than he had imagined.
Many things he had once done with ease.
Merely after some years.
Were now beyond his reach.
"Fortunately, my spiritual energy is strong enough to rely on, allowing me to use magic to assist in every aspect of life."
"Otherwise, this retirement life would truly be unbearable."
The wind element stirred, lifting Xu Xi to his feet.
The earth element settled, shaking the dust off his robes.
Then.
Xu Xi's body floated into the air, his robes billowing as he was gently enveloped by the wind element, slowly drifting into the house within the courtyard.
"Welcome back, Master," Krisha, with her long gray-silver hair, had been waiting for some time. She opened the door for Xu Xi, and they entered the house together.
On the dining table was the lunch Krisha had prepared in advance.
Steaming hot and fragrant.
"Krisha, your cooking has improved even more," Xu Xi remarked after tasting it, smiling.
"Yes, thank you for the compliment. I will continue to work hard."
Krisha's voice was as calm as still water.
But Xu Xi knew this was not out of indifference. It was simply her inability to express emotions properly due to their absence.
After the meal.
Krisha used wind and water magic to clean the dishes and tidy up.
Xu Xi, meanwhile, walked slowly to the living room, making his way to a wooden recliner. There, he lay down under the sunlight, facing the flowers, and closed his eyes.
He was truly old.
The sluggishness of his body led to mental exhaustion.
These days, he found himself sleeping more and more, especially in the afternoons, when drowsiness often overtook him.
"Well, I'll just sleep a little longer today."
Lying on the cool, brown wooden recliner, the fatigue of his body quickly overwhelmed his consciousness. Xu Xi felt the surroundings grow darker and quieter.
His entire being.
His entire soul.
His entire self.
Fell rapidly into a deep slumber.
"Master... Master...!"
In his daze, Xu Xi thought he heard Krisha's voice, but he dismissed it as an illusion.
So tired.
I just want to sleep a little longer.
His consciousness drifted in a haze, his soul lost in a blank void. He slept deeper and deeper, until after what felt like an eternity, he finally returned to his body.
"What happened..."
Xu Xi opened his eyes in confusion.
He realized that he, who should have been lying in the living room, was now back in his bedroom.
Did Krisha do this?
Xu Xi wondered, instinctively trying to speak, but a burning, dry sensation in his throat caused him to cough violently.
"Cough!... Cough! Cough! Cough!"
"Master, here's water."
At the critical moment, Krisha handed him a cup of water.
Xu Xi drank it all in one go, the cool liquid soothing his lips and flowing down his throat, replenishing his parched body.
"Thank you, Krisha."
Xu Xi set the empty cup down and instinctively looked toward Krisha.
But that glance.
Left him stunned.
The witch before him had not only changed her clothes but also looked utterly haggard, as if she had endured something deeply sorrowful.
"...You're finally awake, Master."
[You took your usual afternoon nap.]
[This sleep was exceptionally peaceful, leaving you feeling refreshed.]
[As if all the fatigue and aging had completely left you.]
[Upon waking, Krisha told you that you had slept for three full days. You were surprised, bewildered, and began to investigate the reason behind it.]
[The wisdom of a mortal continues to unfold...]
[You understood the truth: as you aged, your mortal body could no longer bear the weight of your extraordinary spirit. Thus, your body instinctively entered a deep sleep to allow itself to rest.]
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
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.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
