"How are you doing?"
Lin Ran asked anxiously, trying to spot Little Black's figure in the hazy glow.
[Little Black: "Lucky we got in early, or I’d be dead. But here, I can heal quickly. I’m almost fully recovered now."]
Little Black replied, its voice gradually regaining some strength.
Lin Ran suddenly frowned, a flicker of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
"Then why did you go off to recover last time?"
He recalled how Little Black had left to heal after being injured before—something about it felt off.
[Little Black: "Last time, it was mental damage—couldn’t heal fast. This time, it’s physical. Different story."]
Little Black explained, a hint of resignation in its tone.
"Where is this place?" Lin Ran gazed at the strange surroundings, curiosity and confusion swirling in his mind.
[Little Black: "Think of it as a four-dimensional space within a time tunnel. Seriously, Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow—."]
Little Black answered, its voice still tinged with fear of Luo Yao.
Lin Ran: "How long until you’re better?"
His thoughts were with Luo Yao; he wanted to return quickly and give her the note.
[Little Black: "Soon, just a few more minutes. Lin Ran, since we’re here, take a look around. It’s all fragments of time. Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow."]
Little Black said, seemingly recovered from its pain.
Lin Ran’s interest in the space grew.
"Can we go back later?" he asked, eyes filled with anticipation.
[Little Black: "You can’t revisit the same moment twice in one time reversal—meow meow meow—but I can buy you a minute or two—meow meow meow. Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow."]
Little Black replied, hesitance lacing its words.
"Then once you’re healed, we have to go back—at least to give her the note."
That’s right. Amid the sudden chaos, Lin Ran still clutched the note with his promise written on it.
He couldn’t let Luo Yao down again. That note was their only connection, his vow to her.
Even if they could only return for a minute, he had to hand it to her.
[Little Black: "Huh? Meow meow meow, wu wu wu!"]
Little Black whined reluctantly, clearly still wary of Luo Yao.
In this space, Lin Ran felt as though the entire world had frozen. The surrounding glow seemed solidified, unchanging.
Then, something astonishing caught his eye.
He stood in a vast, white void. Below, above, and all around him, twisted shapes swirled like liquid or ethereal smoke, constantly shifting.
Looking closer, he realized they were scenes—his past and… his future?
The images flashed before him like a film, each one strikingly real. He saw his childhood laughter, moments shared with Luo Yao, and unfamiliar glimpses—was that the future?
Lin Ran was stunned. His eyes widened, heart pounding with awe.
[Little Black: "Seen enough? Ready to go?"]
Little Black’s voice echoed in his mind, now impatient, as if fully recovered.
Lin Ran’s tone was calm. "You’ve done this before, haven’t you?"
He fixed his gaze on Little Black, eyes sharp with suspicion.
Little Black’s blue eyes widened: ["What?"]
Its mental voice held surprise, as if caught off guard by the question.
"You’ve reversed time before, right? Have you revived me multiple times? Only this time, you let me keep my memories? What’s your real goal?"
Lin Ran pressed forward, each step intensifying the interrogation. He felt on the verge of uncovering a massive secret—one that could unravel everything.
Little Black retreated, trembling slightly, its expression uneasy.
["Lin Ran… don’t push me."]
Its voice carried a plea, dodging the questions.
Suddenly, Lin Ran smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Just messing with you. Anyway, what’s that over there? Under the bridge—is that someone?"
His attention snapped back to the surreal visions, curiosity reignited.
In one scene, beneath a bridge, a pair of eyes gleamed—familiar yet venomous, like a hidden serpent poised to strike.
On the bridge, his past self drove a car, speeding forward like an arrow. Lin Ran squinted and recognized the owner of those eyes: Luo Wuyou.
The malice in that gaze sent a chill down his spine, as if it concealed countless schemes.
[Little Black: "There’s a woman there. What are you planning?"]
Little Black’s voice was wary, laced with suspicion.
Lin Ran: "I suddenly wonder… can I influence my past self from here?"
Excitement lit up his eyes, the idea taking root like a sprouting seed.
This time tunnel fascinated him, and he burned to test its limits.
Little Black fell silent for a moment, its small form quivering in the glow.
It didn’t answer, as if weighing the risks or hesitating to enable such a dangerous experiment.
But Lin Ran, driven by curiosity like a child, ignored the hesitation.
He pulled out his phone, switched on the flashlight, and aimed its blinding beam at the vision of his past self.
The action was swift, as if afraid the opportunity would slip away.
Sure enough, the Lin Ran on the bridge flinched, startled by an unseen force, and slammed the brakes.
The car screeched to a halt, tires leaving black streaks on the pavement.
Lin Ran froze, staring at the scene. A strange realization hit him—this had actually happened to him.
He racked his brain, recalling that inexplicable moment when something had interfered… and now he knew—it was himself.
His mind reeled, tangled in a web of questions.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
