Nanako gulped and nodded repeatedly with wide eyes.
She quickly unfolded the secret scroll in her hands and divided the different pages into three categories.
No matter what, she had to deal with the current situation first!
Pointing at the three stacks of secret scrolls on the table, she cleared her throat and said:
"Grandfather Andrew, after Nanako's organization yesterday, the secret scroll in my possession seems to have been mixed up when it was unearthed. This scroll should contain content from three different books."
"The first volume is a historical record from the ancient elves shortly before their extinction."
"The second volume contains formulas for some high-level elven magic."
"The third volume... is a not-so-interesting ancient elven novel."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding stewards exchanged bewildered glances.
But Andrew frowned, a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.
The ancient elven scrolls he had distributed to the stewards were actually reprints. He kept all the original unearthed scrolls in his possession and had naturally read the scroll that was in Nanako's hands.
But it was only yesterday, while consulting the dictionary, that he discovered the versioning errors in these documents.
But how did she figure it out?
It would have been impossible to tell from the paper and handwriting alone, since what she held was a copied reprint.
"Continue," Andrew said hesitantly, looking at Nanako.
Nanako let out a small sigh, then picked up the first volume of the secret scroll, recalling her disciple's inner thoughts.
Disciple! I'm sorry!
Let your master borrow your knowledge to show off a little...
Master promises to give you two days off when we get back and make you my favorite cupcakes!
Nanako swallowed nervously and, with extreme unease, repeated verbatim the inner thoughts she had heard from her disciple earlier.
"In Elven Era 2021, the Elven King decreed that all elven warriors of the Violet Continent gather at the royal court, preparing to answer the call of the First King of Violet Continent to face the gods..."
Nanako spoke steadily.
The clear, childlike voice narrated an epic and tragically heroic elegy.
All the surrounding stewards stared at the eloquent Nanako with astonished expressions.
Andrew, however, grew increasingly alarmed as he listened.
At first, he was somewhat casual about it, but after hearing the first page, he could no longer remain seated.
He quickly opened the dictionary on the table before him.
Breathing rapidly, he took out the original version of the secret scroll in Nanako's possession that he had decoded yesterday and carefully compared them.
"This... this..." he was instantly dumbfounded.
Because the content matched exactly what Nanako was reading...
Word for word!
But how was this possible!
He was certain that given Nanako's personality, she definitely hadn't seriously studied the scroll's contents in the past three months.
And even if she had studied it seriously,
Without access to extensive reference materials, it would have been impossible for her to decode it!
He stared at Nanako in shock, his gaze immediately changing.
...
Soon.
After finishing the first volume of history,
Nanako took a breath, then picked up the second volume containing various magic formulas.
She recalled her disciple's inner thoughts.
Then she said seriously: "That's all I have from the first volume of history. This volume contains ancient elven magical knowledge, including all the magical formulas for the forbidden spell 'Ice Binding Hell.'"
"Besides that, I've also roughly translated some other high-level ancient elven magic."
Upon hearing this, the surrounding stewards immediately showed extremely shocked expressions.
Andrew was particularly dumbfounded.
"Magic formulas?!"
"Forbidden-level spells?!"
"This must be a joke!"
Everyone was instantly shocked.
Nanako nervously took out her small blackboard, then remembering her disciple's inner thoughts about this formula from yesterday.
Taking chalk, she carefully wrote down the magic formula for the forbidden spell 'Ice-Bound Hell' on the blackboard.
During this process,
She included numerous annotations.
Looking at the incredibly complex magic formula gradually taking shape under Nanako's hand on the blackboard, Andrew's expression grew increasingly shocked.
The formula had obviously been translated, and Andrew could see the power of this magic at first glance.
A forbidden spell! It really was a forbidden spell!
And it was the top-tier forbidden spell 'Ice Binding Hell' that ice mages dreamed of!
His breathing quickened.
Because he could be one hundred percent certain that Nanako had absolutely no way to access this kind of top-tier magic.
After all, he was the one who had taught her magic!
Which meant...
Nanako had truly decoded the ancient elven scroll!!
This was no small shock.
He stared blankly at the magic formula and notes that Nanako was gradually drawing on the small blackboard.
His mind went blank.
Could it be that Nanako had really managed in such a short time, without any reference materials...
To decode the entire magical scroll?!
And just as the magic formula was nearly complete, he saw Nanako write another line below.
[The worst of the forbidden spells, the fighter jet among garbage, the most useless kindergarten magic. --Lynn...]
Instantly, Nanako froze.
Then her face turned red.
She quickly erased the last sentence with her sleeve at an unimaginable speed.
She had been thinking too deeply...
And accidentally wrote out her disciple's evaluation of this magic.
These words couldn't be seen by Grandfather Andrew and the others... it would be disastrous...
But Andrew and the others had already caught that line.
Andrew asked in a daze: "What did you write at the end?"
Nanako startled, wide-eyed, shaking her head like a rattle drum, said:
"No... nothing, just... just an ancient being's brief comment on this magic..."
Andrew lowered his head in a daze.
Then he turned to the last page of the scroll containing this magic formula.
Sure enough.
At the bottom of the original formula, there was indeed a short comment.
He immediately consulted the dictionary, carefully translating and identifying.
Finally, he spelled out the words that Nanako hadn't written.
"Lynn... Great Lord of Violet... His Majesty the Great Divine Father..."
Instantly, the entire room fell silent.
"..."
"..."
Nanako's eyes grew even wider, her heart pounding wildly.
This is bad, this is bad! Grandfather Andrew actually translated it!
No way! No way!
Could the fact that her disciple was the Great Lord of Violet be exposed?!!
After a long while.
Andrew took a deep breath and said with complexity:
"As expected of a king from ancient times. Such an exquisite and perfect magic was merely comparable to garbage in the eyes of this being. That existence was truly beyond our imagination..."
He... he didn't suspect anything?
Nanako asked in a daze: "Um... Grandfather Andrew, you know about this Great Lord of Violet?"
Andrew nodded and said: "I've studied many historical texts from a thousand years ago. At that time, our Violet Continent was ruled by seven powerful kings, and the First King of Violet was far superior to the other six kings."
"At that time, he had a special title."
Nanako asked in surprise: "What title?"
Andrew said solemnly: "The King of All Kings."
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.”
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."
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?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
