The next day.
Early morning, golden sunlight streamed through the window, spilling into the room.
Gu Luo slowly opened his eyes, instinctively raising a hand to press against his throbbing forehead as he stared blankly at the chandelier above.
His mind was a haze, and for a moment, he couldn’t quite recall what had happened the night before.
Fragments of memory flickered like shattered glass—vague sensations of a bumpy car ride... or perhaps a dream that didn’t belong to this season.
A pity, really, that in the dream, his body had been completely immobilized. Couldn’t move, couldn’t get up—simply couldn’t.
Groping for his phone on the pillow, he tapped the screen—9:47 AM, Monday.
Turning his head, he saw Gu Ximan sleeping soundly beside him, her soft, cool tea-brown hair scattered across his arm, a faint smile lingering on her lips as she occasionally murmured something in her sleep.
Seems she’d skipped school today, staying home to take care of him.
Otherwise, Shu Ning would’ve surely come to wake them up.
Rubbing his temples, Gu Luo felt as though something important had slipped into the recesses of his memory.
What was it...?
Wait—
Late at night.
Liquid courage from the alcohol.
Restless hands.
A single grasp, light yet firm, as if holding the entire world.
Right—Lu Xuexue!
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open softly.
Lu Xuexue tiptoed in, her slender frame outlined by the morning light, her pink pajamas dotted with cute rabbit prints, her long hair cascading loosely over her shoulders.
Noticing Gu Luo was awake, her face instantly flushed, and she ducked her head, fingers nervously twisting a lock of hair by her ear.
At that sight, Gu Luo’s heart lurched—every blurred memory now sharpened with terrifying clarity.
An awkward tension thickened the air like a tangible force.
The room was so quiet their breathing was audible, the silence broken only by the occasional chirp of birds outside.
After standing frozen for a moment, Lu Xuexue covered her burning cheeks with one hand, then walked to the table, poured a glass of water, and—just like last night—brought it to Gu Luo’s lips, her voice barely a whisper:
"G-Gu... Gu-ge, drink some water."
"...I can manage." Gu Luo, thoroughly embarrassed, gently shifted the still-sleeping Gu Ximan—now curled up like a little pig—off his left arm before accepting the glass.
As he sat up, he could feel Lu Xuexue’s gaze darting away, only to steal glances back at him. When their eyes met, she flinched like she’d been shocked, her fingers anxiously twirling her hair into tiny curls.
After finishing the water, Gu Luo set the empty glass on the table, hesitated, then murmured, "Xuexue, let’s talk in the living room."
If Gu Ximan found out about last night’s... indiscretions, the consequences would be unthinkable.
"Mm..." Lu Xuexue nodded, her voice as faint as a mosquito’s hum.
They made their way downstairs one after the other, settling on the sofa with several feet of distance between them.
"Xuexue, about last night... I’m really sorry. I..." Gu Luo had meant to say "I didn’t mean to," but that felt too shameless, so he amended,
"I owe you an apology... You skipped school to take care of me, and yet I... Whatever you want to do about it, I’ll accept. This is entirely my fault..."
Hearing this, Lu Xuexue, her face still red, waved her hands hastily. "N-no... it’s fine... Gu-ge, don’t overthink it..."
"It’s my fault for... for sleeping on your arm like that... I’m sorry..."
"Don’t worry about it. You’re like a sister to me too—Ximan’s always using my arm as a pillow." Gu Luo didn’t dare probe why Lu Xuexue had done it, steering the conversation firmly toward sibling affection.
Some things were better left unexamined.
Yet, instead of easing, Lu Xuexue’s blush deepened.
Suddenly, she remembered the red marks on Gu Ximan’s skin.
And last night...
Gu-ge... was just as much of a siscon...
Though puzzled by her reaction, Gu Luo couldn’t let the girl shoulder the blame. "Xuexue, this is on me. I own up to it. Whatever you want, just name it—I’ll do my best to make it up to you."
"Gu-ge... you’re so kind..." Biting her lower lip, Lu Xuexue felt a warmth in her chest. After a pause, she ventured shyly,
"I... I really like baking sweets... Could you... taste them for me from now on...?"
Her words trailed off as she peeked at him, then immediately looked down again, the tips of her ears burning crimson.
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and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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.”

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!

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!