If you were to go traveling, what route would you take?
Where would you stay?
What would you do?
Would you look for those "hidden gem" itineraries that promise no backtracking?
Would you crash in youth hostels?
Would you snap photos and obsessively edit them, hoping for that one viral shot?
That is what ordinary people do. It isn't what Lin Ran needs.
His journey with Luo Yao never pauses.
Because their goal is to make love in every corner of the world.
The Land of Cherry Blossoms.
On a terrace in a nameless small town, facing a breeze tinged with the scent of sulfur.
Two shadows merged into one.
"Ran, say it! Say! You! Love! Me!"
"Lin Ran will love Luo Yao forever."
Lin Ran answered without a moment's hesitation.
To him, loving Luo Yao was his life's mission.
It was a love he would give his life for.
Time slipped by. Mount Fuji, shrouded in mist just a moment ago, finally revealed its true face.
At the end of the quiet street rose the snow-capped peak, mesmerizing as a stairway to heaven.
It complemented their intertwined shadows, composing a breathtaking picture.
Lin Ran and Luo Yao never took photographs on their travels, but they always left something behind as a souvenir.
That something was love.
A love that traversed the globe.
As the sun climbed high, the two finally ventured into the town.
They had been here for half a month but had yet to appreciate the picturesque scenery.
After all, the most beautiful view in their eyes was each other...
As time passed, they left their footprints all over the town.
By evening, on the town's busier streets, Luo Yao held onto Lin Ran's arm, drowning in bliss.
Suddenly, her gaze turned razor-sharp.
She whipped her head around, projecting such murderous intent that the recipient started in shock, nearly losing her footing.
It was a beautifully dressed, mature woman with a voluptuous figure.
She was a PR manager for a local establishment and had merely cast a seductive glance at Lin Ran out of professional habit.
Under local laws, overt solicitation or indecent gestures could lead to prosecution. Thus, she relied on subtle, alluring glances to entice potential customers.
But she never dreamed that a simple glance would trigger such a hair-raising response.
Terrified, she quickly lowered her head.
However, Luo Yao had no intention of letting her off. Her eyes narrowed.
She dared to flirt with Ran?
That was like lighting a lantern in a latrine—looking for death.
She didn't strike immediately. Instead, she shot a glance at the bodyguard behind them.
The bodyguard understood instantly.
The boss's instruction was simple: make that woman suffer.
Lin Ran sensed the shift in Luo Yao's mood. "Yao, did the vinegar jar tip over again?"
Luo Yao blinked her beautiful eyes. "Did you see that, Ran? Did you notice that woman?"
Lin Ran paused. "No, I didn't notice. If I did, may my own father be paralyzed from the waist down."
"There's no point in making a vow on something that's already happened."
Lin Ran gave a sheepish smile. "Yao, other than you, everyone else is just dust in the wind to me. They're no different from a pebble or a piece of trash."
Luo Yao finally curled her lips into a satisfied smile.
As for that woman from the entertainment district, her future held countless "threats."
For instance, "Madam, you wouldn't want to lose this job, would you?"
Or perhaps, "Madam, you wouldn't want your debt interest to keep piling up, would you?"
Of course, this was just an interlude in their trip.
The main objective was to experience the local customs and culture.
Japan is a very peculiar country.
They prohibit sexual intercourse for money.
Yet, they don't ban the provision of sexual services.
This loophole has led to a plethora of bizarre industries.
But since they were here, leaving without trying them out would be a waste of the atmosphere.
The couple spent some time buying a few novelties.
And then...
Soaplands.
The Girlfriend Experience.
Fashion modeling.
Luo Yao let Lin Ran experience them all.
With the caveat that she was the only heroine.
Luo Yao was very "cooperative," roleplaying as a flasher, a high school girl, a bondage master, and offering lap pillows and butt pillows—professions the author had never even heard of.
With that, this trip came to a perfect conclusion.
Of course.
Their journey could pause at any moment.
To watch a cloud drift by, to listen to the wind, to smell the ocean air.
They stayed wherever they pleased.
Whether in a deep valley or a bustling city, peace was found in each other's presence.
They did whatever they desired.
Through sunrise and sunset, through the waxing and waning of the moon.
They never hesitated over money.
They never quarreled over trivialities.
They never panicked over worldly troubles.
The next stop would be even better.
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."
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.
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.”
