That day, Lin Xuan began clacking away at his keyboard, writing a novel.
Having been reborn, he now possessed a space filled with endless knowledge of entertainment from another world! Countless novels were etched perfectly in his mind!
He was determined to build his entertainment empire!
First, he needed money. He planned to use his novels to earn a portion of the startup capital for his ventures. Once he had enough, he would move on. Relying solely on royalties wouldn’t make him rich—what truly mattered were the copyrights!
This time, the content he was submitting to the novel website was deliberately chosen to be difficult to adapt into TV dramas or movies. It was purely for earning royalties.
The novels that were easy to adapt and had been wildly popular in the other world would be saved for later, to be published on his own novel website.
He would also establish an entertainment company, handling novels, film production, and even cultivating stars—a one-stop shop.
Beyond the entertainment company, there would be video platforms, games, short videos, and more.
He would take it step by step.
Lin Xuan sat in front of his computer, typing furiously for an hour. His typing speed was fast, and the content of the novel flowed naturally into his mind without needing much thought. In that hour, he wrote eight thousand words.
His hands were sore.
No, this was still too slow.
*Smack!* Lin Xuan slapped his forehead. How could he be so stupid? He had forgotten about his space, where time flowed at a ratio of 60:1!
Wouldn’t it be better to write novels inside the space?
Lin Xuan tested it out and discovered that the content he wrote in the space would appear on his computer in the real world.
Relieved, he dove into the space to type. He also noticed that in the space, he didn’t feel tired, and his hands didn’t ache!
Lin Xuan typed away like crazy in the space. In the study, Su Hua only saw him lying on the desk, seemingly asleep.
Su Hua draped a blanket over him.
She stared at him for a long time, her eyes softening.
This was her man, Lin Xuan…
Su Hua gently pressed a kiss to Lin Xuan’s lips. “Ah Xuan, don’t change back, okay?”
It had been so long since she had felt his gentleness, his care for her.
If he ever reverted to the Lin Xuan who loved Qin Ruoyao and would do anything to escape from her side, she wouldn’t be able to stop herself from locking him away completely.
As for those he cared about, she would eliminate them all…
Su Hua left the study.
“Uncle Wang.”
“Miss,” Butler Wang replied respectfully.
“What did Ah Xuan do today?” Su Hua asked, pinching the bridge of her nose.
“Young Master Lin picked up Wang Dahe today, drove around the outskirts for a bit, then went out for a meal and some shopping,” Butler Wang answered.
“Has he gone to see the Lin family or Qin Ruoyao yet?”
“No,” Butler Wang shook his head.
“How wonderful,” Su Hua murmured, her eyes darkening.
Ah Xuan was willing to play along so nicely now.
She was desperate to drive away everyone he cared about, to seize all his attention and love for herself.
But she couldn’t…
She was already trapped in the darkness, while he belonged in the light. He shouldn’t be dragged down into this endless abyss with her.
“By the way, Miss, Young Master Lin ran into Qin Ruoyao today.”
Su Hua’s hand clenched instantly. “What did they say?”
“Young Master Lin ignored her. I even reminded him, but he said Qin Ruoyao had nothing to do with him. Miss, I feel like Young Master Lin might no longer care about Qin Ruoyao.”
Butler Wang didn’t dare speak too confidently, as it could still be an act.
“Has he really changed?” Su Hua muttered. “I truly hope he has.”
“But even if it’s just an act, he will always be my man. Even in death, he belongs to me.” Her eyes gleamed with a twisted obsession.
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?"
