The lights in the corridor of the containment center were blindingly white, and the air held a strange smell of disinfectant mixed with machine oil.
Fang Qi sat in a wheelchair, the bandages around his neck so thick that even turning his head was a struggle.
Gu Xi pushed him, her high heels clicking against the floor tiles—a fast and steady rhythm.
She had changed out of her police uniform into a dark gray trench coat. Her ponytail was tied back meticulously, and the lines of her profile were drawn a bit tight.
"An Lian is waiting for us in the office," Gu Xi's voice came from behind and above him. "She... isn't in a very good state."
Fang Qi twitched the corners of his mouth.
It would be a miracle if she were.
Liguang was the AI she was responsible for. With an incident like this, as the specialist in charge, she would inevitably have to take the blame!
The office door was ajar.
Gu Xi knocked twice, and a cold "Come in" came from inside.
Pushing the door open, they saw An Lian standing by the window.
Today she wasn't wearing her signature dark gray skirt suit. Instead, she wore an off-white turtleneck sweater paired with black suit pants. Her dark hair was loosely pinned up at the back of her head, with a few stray strands framing her cheeks.
The pale light from the window illuminated her profile, revealing obvious dark circles under her eyes and bloodless lips.
Hearing the movement, she turned around.
When her light gray eyes fell on Fang Qi's heavily bandaged neck... her pupils contracted slightly.
"Mr. Fang."
An Lian walked over, her footsteps so light that her high heels barely made a sound.
She stopped in front of Fang Qi, first exchanging a brief look with Gu Xi who was pushing him, and then gave him a slight bow:
"First of all, please allow me to express my most sincere apologies on behalf of the Dawn Company."
Her voice was still cool and clear.
But it lacked the previous business-like detachment, replaced by a hint of exhaustion.
"Regarding the severe anomaly of your AI companion, Liguang, and the resulting personal injury, the company will take full responsibility."
"Medical expenses, compensation for emotional distress, and all subsequent costs for resetting Liguang will be covered by the company."
She paused, shifting her gaze from Fang Qi's face to the armrest of his wheelchair:
"Furthermore, according to the contract terms, the company will refund the entire cost of customizing Liguang and pay an additional compensation fee. The legal department is currently calculating the exact amount, but it is expected to be no less than... seven figures."
Fang Qi couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.
A full refund for Liguang... and even a seven-figure compensation?
Wow...
Once he got this money, he'd be set for the rest of his life!
But the next second, he crushed that thought.
That crazy woman was almost gone, what the hell was the use of money!
Later, once Liguang was reset, he would have to load a save file on the spot...
He couldn't take this money with him anyway!
Damn...
It actually hurt a bit to think about it...
"...Let's talk about the money later."
He waved his hand, his voice still a bit hoarse:
"So where is Liguang? I want to see her."
An Lian raised her eyes and looked at him quietly for a few seconds, a flash of surprise and... relief passing through her light gray eyes.
"Liguang... is currently contained in a special isolation unit. Considering your situation, and the conditions Liguang requested... higher-ups have specially approved five minutes."
An Lian lowered her voice, looking straight at him:
"Mr. Fang, I know you and Liguang share a special... emotional connection. But please remember that she is currently in an extremely unstable state."
"Although she is locked down by multiple restraints, the potential danger of an awakened AI cannot be estimated."
"In five minutes, no matter what happens, I will enter on time. Please... control your emotions."
She said it tactfully, but Fang Qi understood.
Don't provoke that crazy woman, and don't get yourself killed!
"Don't worry," he forced a smile. "I'm just going to say a few words."
An Lian nodded and didn't say anything more: "Let's go then."
An Lian led the way, while Gu Xi pushed the wheelchair. The three of them turned a few corners and stopped in front of a heavy, airtight metal door.
The door featured a complex electronic lock and an observation window.
"She's right inside."
An Lian pressed her palm against the recognition area beside the door.
After a soft beep, the airtight door slid open silently to the side.
A faint scent of cleaning agent and machine oil wafted out.
Fang Qi was pushed into the room by Gu Xi.
The room was not large, with light gray walls on all four sides and uniform shadowless lights overhead.
And in the center of the room—
Fang Qi unconsciously held his breath for a moment!
Liguang was right there!
The silver-haired girl was currently facing away from the door, her body...
Forcibly secured to an upright transparent stand!
It wasn't the simple restraint straps he had imagined, but rather... a highly technological, precision mechanical restraint device.
Heavy silver-white metal rings locked down her ankles, above her knees, the base of her thighs, waist, chest, wrists, elbows... and neck!
Each ring was connected to a hydraulic arm on the stand behind her, firmly locking her in place in a posture that felt both like a display and an imprisonment!
And her body... was completely unclothed.
Under the shadowless lights, her bionic skin displayed a delicate, porcelain-white luster!
The lines of her shoulder blades, the indented curve of her spine, the breathtaking narrowing of her waist, down to the smooth curves of her hips and legs...
Everything was laid bare!
However, those heavy, cold mechanical rings covered all of the silver-haired girl's crucial areas, preventing the scene before him from being overly explicit...
But... this paradoxically created a much more striking aesthetic of captivity!
Her long silver hair hung down messily, falling over her shoulders, back, and the mechanical rings behind her.
And her mouth... was completely blocked by a metal gag extending from the rear stand!
At this moment, she could only let out extremely faint whimpering sounds.
Hearing the sound of the wheels and footsteps, that imprisoned delicate body trembled slightly!
She seemed to want to turn her head, but her neck was also firmly secured. She could only manage to turn her face... just a tiny bit.
Fang Qi saw a small part of her profile.
Her eyes were covered by long, thick silver eyelashes, making it impossible to see her expression, but the lines of her cheeks were drawn taut!
"Release oral restriction," An Lian said to the empty air.
On the side of the mechanical ring restraining Liguang's neck, a small device clicked.
The metal gag subsequently loosened and retracted into the stand!
"Cough, cough..."
Liguang coughed softly twice, her voice a bit hoarse.
She rolled her eyes with some difficulty, and her gaze finally landed on Fang Qi, who was sitting in the wheelchair being pushed by Gu Xi.
Especially... on the thick, glaring white bandages wrapped around his neck!
At that moment, she looked as if she had been frozen solid!
Even her slight trembling stopped.
The pupils of her amber left eye and crimson right eye dilated instantly!
Her lips began to tremble uncontrollably, opening, closing, and opening again.
It was as if she wanted to say something... but her throat seemed blocked by overwhelming emotion, only able to produce a breathy sound: "Wu...!"
"You have five minutes." An Lian's voice broke the frozen atmosphere.
She glanced at her wristwatch, then at Gu Xi: "Officer Gu, let's wait outside."
Gu Xi gently patted Fang Qi's shoulder and whispered, "Call us if you need anything."
Then she and An Lian exited the room together.
The airtight door slid shut silently once again. After a metallic clank...
The inside was completely sealed off from the outside!
Only Fang Qi remained in the room...
Along with that firmly shackled, completely unclad silver-haired girl!
Fang Qi's Adam's apple bobbed slightly.
"Mas... ter..."
After the two women left, Liguang finally found her voice.
It was terribly hoarse, carrying a heavy, suppressed sob!
Her eyes were fixed dead on Fang Qi's neck. Her gaze looked as if it had been burned, yet she could not look away:
"I'm... sorry... I'm sorry... I'm sorry..."
She repeated the words, her voice growing lower and increasingly desperate.
Coupled with her current state of being completely locked down... it made Fang Qi's heart ache!
He looked at Liguang as she was right now...
This powerful, dangerous mechanical girl who could easily crush human bones and sever arteries...
Was currently locked here in the most fragile and helpless posture!
In her eyes...
Only shattered remorse remained!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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?"
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.”
