But at this very moment.
*SLAM*
With a loud bang, the door swung open abruptly.
Nanako glared, pointing her small hand inside, and said, "I almost forgot to mention! My naughty disciple must wait patiently for your master to return! You are absolutely not allowed to have any lewd thoughts about them! Do you understand me?! Nanako will be checking when she gets back!"
And with another loud *SLAM*, the door was shut once again.
Lynn: "..."
Half an hour later.
After consulting with her "master," the Ice Sovereign, Nanako quickly received a remedy bestowed by the great Ice Sovereign.
In the inn's room, on the bed.
*ACHHOO*
Six girls, shivering from the cold, huddled together on the bed, wrapped in blankets, sneezing incessantly.
"It's all fine now!"
Nanako sat by the bed, holding a girl's hand earnestly, and said, "It's just a tiny side effect from the potion. Just rest for a bit, and you'll be fine."
One of the girls, trembling under the blanket, said, "How embarrassing! I actually thought about doing such shameful things with Mr. Lynn earlier. *Sob* I can't face anyone anymore!"
All six girls were utterly ashamed.
Every time they thought about what had happened and the embarrassing things they had said, they wished they could just disappear into a crack in the ground.
[*Sigh*, it's all that darn loli's fault for mixing my special recipe with the potion →_→]
[If I hadn't discovered it in time and fed it to those transformed pigs, it would've been truly unsolvable.]
Nanako: "???"
What are you talking about!
It's clearly your own carelessness for accidentally putting that strange ingredient in the recipe you gave to Nanako.
Otherwise, how could Nanako have made such a mistake!
Don't just casually throw the blame on your master!
(Furious)
Beside her, the dazed Elina asked, "Um... Nanako, I was wondering, if the side effects are that strong, then what about the people who stole our potion...?"
The room fell into a sudden silence.
Seeing Nanako's strange expression, Lynn coughed lightly and said, "Well... I don't think anything serious would happen, right?"
[Of course, something would happen →_→. They only licked a tiny bit and had such intense desires. Imagine if someone drank the normal dose...]
[If someone really took the full dose of the potion...]
[Then they'd probably be having a lot of fun right now, wouldn't they?]
...
[The back courtyard of the church]
Marshal sat in a chair, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle.
He lit a cigarette, took a deep drag, and closed his eyes with a complex and melancholic expression.
And then, he immediately recalled the ridiculous events of the past hour.
Just thinking about it made the atmosphere feel unbearably tense.
"..."
But now, he was incredibly calm.
Calm like a sage.
Calm as if he had forgotten the lingering pain in his rear...
He took another drag of his cigarette, flicked the ash, and said with a heavy heart, "I, Marshal, have always been a man of honor. I never thought that one day, I would be... with a man..."
And being with one would've been fine...
But the main problem was that it was with hundreds of them...
He took a deep breath, forcing back the humiliating tears that threatened to spill from his eyes.
*CLANG*
The back gate suddenly burst open.
"Marshal, Knight Commander!!"
Alex burst in, leading a group of knights, but when they saw the chaotic scene and the numerous muscular men lying on the ground.
Alex was stunned.
"Marshal, Knight Commander, what on earth happened...?"
He had been interrogating the black pigs in the church's basement earlier, and it was only a short while ago that he received a report about strange and intense noises coming from the back courtyard. That's when he rushed over with his men.
But who could have expected that the moment he opened the door, he would witness such a bizarre scene.
Marshal took another drag of his cigarette and sighed, "It's nothing. Everyone was just so happy to have turned back into humans that they couldn't help but celebrate a bit..."
Alex's eyes widened.
He looked around at the exhausted warriors sprawled on the ground, foaming at the mouth.
"C-celebrating?"
R-really just celebrating?
But what's with this strange smell, and why is everyone naked?
It looks more like... like...
Marshal turned his head and glanced at him, saying with a heavy heart, "We just engaged in some interesting group activities, that's all..."
Alex swallowed hard, his voice trembling as he said, "T-then, Marshal, Knight Commander, can we help them to rest first? I think you must be very tired too..."
He cautiously approached and stretched out his hand, intending to help Marshal up.
Marshal raised his hand to stop him, shaking his head, "Let me sit here for a while. I can't move right now..."
Alex stared blankly, "Why?"
Marshal took a deep, melancholic drag of his cigarette, gazing at the sky at a 45-degree angle, and said with a heavy heart, "Because... it'll split..."
Alex stammered, "S-split... what will split?"
Marshal looked at him with a hollow, weary gaze.
That one look seemed to convey all the heartache in the world.
Alex, who had never understood the meaning behind people's eyes before, suddenly understood Marshal's expression in an instant.
In that moment, he was moved to tears.
So moved that he even felt a twinge of pain himself.
As if he, too, was about to split!
"Knight Commander, you've been through so much, and at your age, to engage in such intense activities!" Alex wiped his tears and said, "Marshal, do you need me to call a doctor for you?"
Marshal sighed deeply, "Go ahead, make an appointment with the proctology department... Go in quietly, don't make a fuss... Just bring them quietly..."
Alex tearfully replied, "Yes! Marshal, I'll arrange it right away!"
As he turned to leave,
"Wait a moment..." Marshal's trembling hand reached out.
Alex quickly turned back, but as he did, he accidentally brushed against Marshal's arm.
*SLAP*
Marshal's body was immediately pulled by the momentum, shifting to the side.
In an instant, Marshal's eyes widened.
*RIP*
A barely audible sound came from somewhere.
Marshal: "!!!"
Alex immediately panicked, "Marshal, what's wrong with you?!"
Marshal stared blankly, "I think... I'll need to call for a few more doctors..."
...
Half an hour later.
Marshal lay face down on the bed, biting his teeth tightly from the intense pain.
On the beds around him, the warriors who had just transformed back into humans lay, moaning in pain.
Like Marshal, they all suffered from the agony of being split.
Behind them, a doctor held a needle and thread, sighing, "Knight Commander, you all played way too hard. I've never seen anyone split like this before! You really need to restrain yourselves!"
Marshal roared, "Shut up!"
*RIP*
Another faint sound came from behind.
...

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."

nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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.”