"Big sister, maybe we should just fight it out. Whoever wins gets Brother Gu Luo. That way we can settle his ownership sooner rather than later and avoid complications."
In the elegant dining room, Luo Shuning nearly choked on her steak upon hearing her younger sister's outrageous suggestion. After swallowing carefully, she responded with an exasperated smile:
"You... Brother isn't some object to be fought over and claimed like property."
"Besides, you wouldn't stand a chance against me."
To emphasize her point, she flexed her slender arm through the air in a mock punch.
"In that case, why don't you just beat me up and monopolize Brother then?" Luo Shuhe replied impassively, taking a delicate sip of water with refined yet cool composure before asking flatly:
"Or is it that sister can't bear to hit me?"
No sooner had the words left her mouth than a sharp knuckle rapped firmly against her forehead.
Rubbing the sore spot with a pout, she muttered:
"Sister, I'm not Shuling."
"I'll say it again - Brother is not property," Luo Shuning reiterated sternly, though her expression softened into an affectionate smile. "And I absolutely can bear to hit you."
"Sister really would abandon her own sibling for Brother."
"As if you're not competing with me over him."
The two continued their steak dinner while bickering about Gu Luo - indeed, it seemed they couldn't go three sentences without mentioning him.
"Not as good as Brother's cooking. Not even close," Luo Shuning remarked as they neared the end of the meal.
"Agreed."
For once, Luo Shuhe found herself aligned with her sister regarding Gu Luo.
"Shuhe."
"Hmm?"
Luo Shuning suddenly grew serious. Setting down her utensils and dabbing her lips with a napkin, she fixed her sister with a direct gaze:
"If he ultimately chooses me, what will you do?"
"Be the other woman."
Luo Shuhe answered without hesitation, her tone as casual as if discussing the weather.
"......"
The response made Luo Shuning pinch the bridge of her nose, her expression caught between amusement and exasperation. "I'm being serious."
"So am I," Luo Shuhe maintained her deadpan delivery.
"You..."
Luo Shuning's smile froze before she shook her head with a sigh. "Once we're together, no matter what you do, he won't respond to you. Any opportunity you think exists now is only because we haven't officially committed yet. That's all."
"How confident sister is."
Luo Shuhe tilted her head slightly, the comment loaded with implication - whether about Luo Shuning's certainty in winning Gu Luo, or her belief that he could resist temptation afterward.
"Naturally. I have complete faith in Brother."
Changing tactics, Luo Shuning added brightly: "Actually, we should trio queue together from now on. I'll take responsibility for carrying Brother in games."
"It's much easier than playing piano anyway."
She intended to compete fairly, determined to surpass Luo Shuhe in gaming through sheer skill.
"Sister truly is a genius, excelling effortlessly at everything." Luo Shuhe nodded approvingly while pulling out her phone. She opened a chat window labeled [Big Liar (Pig Head)] and typed:
[Luo Shuhe: Come to my room at midnight.]
[Gu Luo: What for...]
[Luo Shuhe: Need to ask you something. Also I want to kiss.]
[Gu Luo: ??? You're not even pretending anymore?]
[Luo Shuhe: I want to kiss. Also need to ask you something.]
[Gu Luo: ???]
[Luo Shuhe: Be cooperative. Don't make me come find you.]
Meanwhile, Luo Shuning declared with supreme confidence: "Shuhe, whether it's gaming or anything else, I won't lose to you."
Putting her phone away, Luo Shuhe crossed her long legs and nodded placidly:
"Mmm, sister is the best at everything."
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'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.

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”