Lin Ran looked at Little Black with solemnity.
"If one day in the future, Luo Yao is in danger, or if something happens to her... if she dies," Lin Ran's heart ached at the mere mention of the word "dies." Even imagining Luo Yao losing her breath was unbearable for him.
The image of Luo Yao lying lifeless in a crystal coffin from his past life was forever etched into his mind.
It was a pain he could never forget, a suffering he never wanted to relive.
"...If she dies, you’ll save her life. For someone like you, the Creator, that shouldn’t be too difficult, right?"
His eyes were filled with pleading, hoping Little Black would agree.
Little Black fell silent for a moment.
["I can’t promise you that right away. The last major reversal drained too much of my power. But I can assure you, if that day comes and I still have the ability... I will."]
A flicker of hesitation passed through Little Black’s eyes, but seeing the anguish in Lin Ran’s gaze, it softened.
Lin Ran smiled warmly, his gratitude genuine.
"That’s enough. Thank you."
His smile was as bright as sunlight, radiating heartfelt appreciation.
Little Black sprawled on the carpet, its inner voice incredulous: ["A miracle—you actually said thank you?"]
It stared at Lin Ran in surprise. In its memory, Lin Ran rarely expressed thanks so sincerely.
Lin Ran’s face darkened. He was a civilized person, after all.
He gave Little Black a helpless look, torn between amusement and exasperation at its teasing.
Before Lin Ran could respond, Little Black’s voice chimed in again.
["But verbal thanks aren’t enough. What I need right now is some fish."]
Little Black licked its paw, eyes gleaming with hunger.
Lin Ran immediately replied, "No problem. I’ve already prepared some, and I make sure to replace them with fresh ones every day, just waiting for you."
He walked to the kitchen and brought out a plate of golden fried fish, its aroma irresistible.
["Now we’re talking. Meow—nom nom nom."]
Little Black pounced on the fish, devouring it with relish.
As it ate, completely absorbed in its feast, Lin Ran felt a weight lift from his shoulders.
He knew that if Little Black accepted his offering, it meant the promise was real.
It brought him immense relief—at least Luo Yao had one more layer of protection.
[Little Black: "Alright, what’s your wish this time? Where do you want to go?"]
After finishing its meal, Little Black licked its lips and turned to Lin Ran.
Lin Ran had already made up his mind.
"I want to see Luo Yao at her loneliest, most desperate moment."
He wanted to understand her past, to know the pain she had endured.
[Little Black: "That’s a tough one. I can’t read her mind—how would I know when she felt the loneliest? But I’ll try. Let me see... Ah, found it. Around this time. Get ready, we’re leaving now."]
Little Black closed its eyes, summoning its power.
"Wait." Lin Ran stopped it, suddenly remembering something. He dashed to the closet.
[Little Black: "What now? You’re slower than a snail."]
Little Black grumbled impatiently.
A moment later, Lin Ran returned with a simple backpack.
"I’m bringing some things along."
[Little Black: "Hurry up already."]
A flash of light enveloped Lin Ran, the familiar sensation of time travel washing over him.
Time rewound at breakneck speed. Lin Ran felt as though he’d traversed a tunnel in an instant, its walls lined with shimmering, multicolored cubes like stars in the cosmos. From one of these cubes, Little Black tossed him out.
When he opened his eyes, he found himself in a familiar primeval forest.
Every plant and tree seemed imbued with mystery. Pale golden sunlight filtered through the dense canopy, casting dappled patterns like freckles on the earth.
But the forest had changed since his last visit. Back then, it had been late autumn—crisp leaves carpeting the ground, the air tinged with cold. Now, it was summer. Lush greenery surrounded him, the humid air thick as steam.
Lin Ran’s heavy clothing made him break into a sweat instantly.
Beads of perspiration formed on his forehead, trickling down his cheeks. His back was drenched, his shirt clinging uncomfortably to his skin.
He stripped off his jacket, then wrapped it around his waist before slinging the backpack over his shoulders.
"Little Black," Lin Ran called softly.
[Little Black: "I’m here. What’s with the whispering?"]
Its annoyed voice echoed in Lin Ran’s mind.
Lin Ran glanced down but saw no sign of Little Black. He scanned the area—nothing but trees, bushes, and the occasional flitting insect.
"Where are you?" he asked, growing anxious.
[Little Black: "In your backpack. It’s safer here, in case of danger."]
Its tone was smug, as if hiding in the backpack was a stroke of genius.
"Can you believe it? A so-called ‘Creator’ who’s as cowardly as a mouse."
Lin Ran couldn’t resist teasing.
["Can you believe it? A reborn man who owes me his life, yet dares to mock me?"]
Little Black shot back, its mental voice dripping with indignation.
Lin Ran’s expression darkened. He hadn’t expected a cat to out-sass him.
And ever since Little Black appeared, it had insulted and mocked him more times than he could count.
"Fine, fine, oh mighty Creator. I surrender. Now, tell me where Luo Yao is."
Lin Ran sighed. Arguing wasn’t his priority—finding Luo Yao was.
[Little Black: "Are you stupid? How would I know where she is?"]
The reply left Lin Ran speechless.
"Oh, by the way, I think your farm just sent a notification."
Little Black: ???
"Your crops are dead."
After a pause, Little Black’s voice returned.
["Well, your farm sent one too."]
Lin Ran: "I know. My cow died."
Little Black: ...
Lin Ran trudged through the forest, retracing paths from memory.
The terrain was rough—thorny bushes snagged at him, vines tripped him at every turn.
'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.
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
