Amid flames that nearly scorched the heavens, Luo Yue stood expressionless, gripping his spear as he pressed forward with unwavering resolve.
"Ha!" Luo Yue roared, his spear transforming into a streak of light as it crashed toward Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen remained calm, raising his sword, Wan Ban, which had taken the form of a long blade. Faced with Luo Yue's overwhelming momentum, he did not hesitate to swing his sword in retaliation.
Boom!
The two figures flickered through the sea of fire, each clash between them seemingly capable of annihilating everything in its wake.
Terrifying shockwaves rippled outward.
Yet, despite their power—enough to level countless mountain peaks—the flames around them remained undisturbed.
Though their battle appeared fierce, both were cautiously probing, wary of any underhanded tactics.
It seemed perilous, yet neither had truly committed everything to the fight.
But within the flames, a small, pure-white figure—a flower spirit resembling Luo Yue—was already on the brink of collapse.
The flower spirit cried out desperately, only to be met with the merciless fire.
The surroundings fell eerily silent.
Then, several figures emerged, their bodies shielded by fire-resistant talismans.
Their intent was clear. With gleeful expressions, they advanced toward the flower spirit, still struggling to escape the inferno.
A faintly glowing yellow cloth net was swiftly cast over the spirit.
The flames devoured everything, seemingly draining the last of the flower spirit's strength—or perhaps it had long been exhausted, leaving it powerless to evade the yellow net.
Just as it could not escape its fate.
Despite being in the probing phase, Chu Xingchen still leveraged Wan Ban's superiority to press Luo Yue relentlessly.
Wan Ban's grade was absurdly high—at least in terms of raw weapon clashes, it dominated Luo Yue's spear completely.
Compounding this was Luo Yue's miserly expenditure of spiritual energy, relying solely on centuries of combat experience to bridge the gap.
A surge of sword intent rose, and a flash of blade light streaked through the air like a drop of water disturbing a still pond, sending ripples through space itself.
Luo Yue's spear gleamed as he faced this sword strike that arrived in an instant. He had no choice but to pour everything into blocking it.
His expression was grave. Chu Xingchen's cultivation was exceptionally refined, and though his mastery of divine abilities was only at a minor achievement level, their innate quality was so high that even an incomplete execution was formidable.
Most terrifying was that divine weapon—it felt as though it embodied the very essence of all things.
As if… it was the Dao itself.
Chu Xingchen's sole weakness was his inexperience in life-or-death combat, bordering on clumsiness.
He had likely always crushed weaker opponents, never truly facing a worthy adversary.
This flaw should have been Luo Yue's path to victory—yet the man was far too… cautious!
No matter how many openings Luo Yue feigned, Chu Xingchen refused to take the bait.
He wouldn’t risk the slightest misstep, content to wear Luo Yue down as if attrition alone counted as victory.
But this was precisely Luo Yue's fatal weakness.
His reserves of spiritual energy were already meager.
Especially against attacks of this caliber—unavoidable and devastating.
Luo Yue could only block with his spear and body, his energy nearly depleted.
The spear transformed into light as it met the strike.
Luo Yue felt the terrifying force reverberate through his weapon, sensed the distortion of space, and endured the pain as residual energy sliced through his defenses, cutting into his flesh.
Chu Xingchen noticed Luo Yue's desperation and prepared to press his advantage—but then halted.
An illusion surged forth.
The flames vanished, the scenery twisting.
Under a moonlit night, countless spirits stood among the mountains, their gazes fixed on the one at the forefront—a younger Luo Yue.
His face twisted with fury, spear pointed at over a dozen figures ahead.
The spirits behind him rallied, their combined aura majestic.
Yet the figures ahead only wore mocking smiles.
Luo Yue charged—then the scene froze.
The jeering enemies. The enraged spirits.
But the younger Luo Yue did not stop. Instead, he turned and lunged straight at Chu Xingchen.
His expression was one of pure wrath, his spear piercing through space itself as it thrust toward Chu Xingchen.
Chu Xingchen could sense the spear, could feel its power.
But compared to the present Luo Yue… it was childishly weak.
With a casual swing of his sword, Chu Xingchen sent the furious young Luo Yue crashing to the ground.
"Is this your memory?"
Chu Xingchen's gaze shifted to the present Luo Yue, whose left-arm armor had shattered and fallen away, spiritual energy leaking from his shoulder.
A chunk of his left shoulder was missing, though what spilled out was not blood but pure energy. Luo Yue had survived the divine technique—but at a steep cost.
Luo Yue tightened his grip on the spear, his eyes sweeping over the motionless spirits.
He wanted to look—but couldn’t bear to.
He should have died there too.
Chu Xingchen hovered in the air and spoke plainly:
"We don’t have to fight to the death. Even if you defeat me, what then? There’s no place for you in the outside world anymore. This isn’t the same as a thousand years ago."
"If we don’t fight to the death… there’ll be even less of a place for us. Or should I just… trust you?!"
Luo Yue raised his spear and flashed toward Chu Xingchen:
"I still have debts unpaid! I promised them a homeland—and I haven’t fulfilled it yet!"
For this, he had exhausted every means possible.
Deception, lies, theft, murder.
He had done it all—betrayed humans, betrayed even fellow spirits.
He had given everything, even his own life, trapped in this place for untold years, all for the homeland he once vowed to reclaim.
Luo Yue surged forward, launching a near-suicidal assault against Chu Xingchen.
Spiritual energy churned around him as his spear gleamed—arriving before Chu Xingchen in an instant.
A pure white radiance erupted, piercing both the sky and the illusion’s night.
Chu Xingchen stared into Luo Yue’s eyes and understood his resolve—if he could not succeed, he would rather die.
He raised his sword, water-like sword intent manifesting.
Against Luo Yue, who had abandoned all defense, Chu Xingchen brought Wan Ban down in a decisive slash.
On the walls of Wan Hua City.
The crowd watched the distant flower ridge with bated breath, awaiting the outcome.
San Dong pressed close to Li Yingling’s side, gazing toward the familiar ridge it had called home for so long.
It understood nothing—only that the once-peaceful Wan Hua Ridge had somehow become a place of danger.
"Can San Dong still live there?"
It looked up at Li Yingling and asked in a small voice.
Li Yingling glanced down at San Dong.
"That place is San Dong’s only home."
Before Li Yingling could respond, San Dong hastily added.
"You can," Li Yingling said, gently stroking San Dong’s cheek with a solemn expression.
"No matter what happens, San Dong will always have a home to return to. I promise."
Even if everything crumbled. Even if all turned to nothingness.
Li Yingling would rebuild Wan Hua Ridge for San Dong, whatever the cost.
Because if the ridge was lost, the fault would lie with her—she was the one who disturbed its peace, who disrupted San Dong’s life.
She would bear the responsibility.
Because San Dong was her friend.
Because this was San Dong’s only home.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
