Lin Yu found himself doubting once again.
Was Chi Qingchi actually reading proper manga?
Even if it was about a "dummy," it had to be some ridiculously twisted version!
Based on Chi Qingchi’s dialogue feedback,
the setting was still urban fantasy.
Otherwise,
the blue glow on Chi Qingchi’s dagger would be completely unexplainable.
As the big boss, Lin Yu should have some special abilities too, right?
But guessing blindly wouldn’t help.
Better to pry some information out of Chi Qingchi directly.
Testing the waters, Lin Yu spoke up:
"You? You think you can challenge me?"
"Chi Qingchi, you dared to let your sister come in here alone."
"Do you really think I’d be afraid of two ants?"
"Don’t you know exactly what I’m capable of?"
After he finished,
Chi Qingchi’s gaze only grew sharper, ready to strike:
"Chairman Lin, I’ve heard all about your chains."
"Let’s see today if they’re really as strong as they say."
Chains!
So his ability was chains!
Such a common power didn’t require much thought.
Just from the name alone, it was easy to figure out.
There were no chains or anything similar on Lin Yu’s person,
so
his ability couldn’t be manipulating physical chains.
Otherwise, why wouldn’t he carry a weapon?
That left only one answer…
Lin Yu flicked his wrist, and a crimson chain materialized out of thin air, shooting toward Chi Qingchi with terrifying speed.
In Lin Yu’s eyes,
if Chi Qingchi had the guts to provoke him like this,
even with shackles on, she should at least be able to hold her own for a few moves.
But…
"Clang!"
"Shing!"
The crimson chain coiled around Chi Qingchi at lightning speed,
binding her tightly in an instant.
The chains were directly linked to Lin Yu’s mental focus,
making it feel as if he had grabbed Chi Qingchi with his own hands.
Lin Yu: "???"
That’s it?
It’s over just like that?
The gap between S-rank and C-rank really is freaking huge!
So all that trash talk earlier—setting up flags, flashing weapons—
was just to show off how big and strong Lin Yu was?
What was the point?
All that buildup…
only to end in a one-shot KO.
"Let me go… Why?"
"Why can’t I break free?"
"I still have to save my sister… I can still fight…"
With a mere thought, Lin Yu retracted the chains.
Chi Qingchi was yanked off her feet, flying straight into the black mist.
The next moment,
she landed right in Lin Yu’s arms, her slender waist firmly grasped.
Once inside the black mist,
Chi Qingchi’s outfit instantly transformed.
A pristine white short-sleeved shirt, a red ribbon tied at the collar.
A black miniskirt with layered pleats.
Her fair legs were now clad in form-fitting blue-black stockings,
making the hemp-colored red-soled shoes she wore look even more tantalizing.
The shift in aesthetic
instantly pulled the scene from urban fantasy back to slice-of-life.
The moment Chi Qingchi saw Lin Yu’s face, her expression filled with shock.
She murmured in disbelief:
"Xiao Lin? How… how could it be you?"
"The legendary S-rank Demon Emperor… is actually you?"
"You’ve been hiding at school all this time…"
"And you tricked my sister into dating you!"
Lin Yu: "…"
So, in Chi Qingchi’s dream, he had a secret identity.
Well, not entirely.
This was probably a role her subconscious had already assigned him.
Her sister’s boyfriend!
This girl was way too sharp.
In reality,
Chi Qingchi might not have any concrete evidence of Lin Yu dating her sister.
But if it showed up in her dream,
it meant
she must have suspicions!
Unintentionally,
this made the real-world challenge of "taming" Chi Qingchi even harder.
Playing along, Lin Yu replied:
"Why couldn’t it be me?"
"Chi Qingchi, you’ve finally fallen into my hands."
"Haven’t you realized? Hiding at the university, dating your sister…"
"All of it was just to get close to you…"
"To claim you!"
With the tone now shifted to slice-of-life,
Lin Yu didn’t hold back on the melodrama.
He remembered those Trojan-laden photos in Chi Qingchi’s hard drive all too well.
He refused to believe
that this manga-inspired world was some pure, wholesome romance.
Otherwise,
why would twin sisters both be clinging to the male villain?
Playing cards?
Lin Yu was just steering the narrative back to normalcy with his words.
Just as he expected,
the moment he finished speaking,
Chi Qingchi’s reaction was to avert her gaze in panic.
Then,
with a pained expression, she said:
"Don’t waste your breath… How could I ever like a Demon Emperor?"
That reaction…
There’s hope!
Lin Yu released the chains binding Chi Qingchi’s legs
and pulled her closer, forcing her to face him directly.
Since his character couldn’t leave the chair, she’d have to come to him.
"Lin Yu, you… what are you doing?"
"Let me go!"
Chi Qingchi flustered, struggling uselessly.
Lin Yu roughly cupped her face, dragging her even nearer.
He demanded:
"You can’t like the Demon Emperor? What about Xiao Lin?"
"Is that allowed?"
Chi Qingchi froze, her sparkling eyes wavering:
"Xiao Lin… is my sister’s boyfriend. I’d never like my sister’s boyfriend…"
Lin Yu wasn’t surprised by the answer.
He nodded knowingly and said:
"Fine. Let’s see how long you can keep lying to yourself…"
As he spoke,
the chains around Chi Qingchi moved again!
The links separated—not to free her,
but to use their tension to pull her even tighter against Lin Yu.
This time, the chains aimed to bind them together in sections.
Starting with
her hands!
"Let me go, Lin Yu… Xiao Lin!"
"Stop this… My sister’s right behind us… Please!"
Chi Qingchi pleaded, her voice trembling.
But how could mere words stop Lin Yu, the master of divine powers?
Far from deterring him,
her begging only fueled the charged atmosphere.
Soon,
Chi Qingchi’s slender arms, controlled by the chains,
wrapped around Lin Yu’s neck against her will.
Next,
the worst-hit areas—her knees and thighs—
were forced into a perfect seated position on his lap.
Visually, audibly, tactilely—every sense was bombarding Lin Yu.
But the most surprising thing was…
Lin Yu realized that after failing to resist,
Chi Qingchi had given up struggling entirely!
She allowed the chains to work their magic on her,
while she herself
buried her face into Lin Yu’s shoulder and whispered softly:
"Xiao Lin, stop…"
"Maybe we should eat something first and talk properly?"
Lin Yu: "???"
...
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e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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!
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.”
