In the kitchen of the supermarket.
The silver-haired little loli, wearing a kitchen apron adorned with cute pink and purple polka dots, was busy at work.
She held a paper towel in her hand, absorbing the blood from a fresh steak.
Then she picked up the seasonings nearby, sprinkling salt, black pepper, and olive oil to marinate the meat.
At the kitchen door, Shen Yiyue was peeking in with half her body visible, her eyes sparkling as she watched Ning Yu in the kitchen.
Her gaze was like that of someone watching their domineering CEO boyfriend personally cooking for them.
Having just finished training and showered, she had changed out of her black tight-fitting workout clothes.
She was now wearing the light blue school uniform she had on when she first met Ning Yu.
The uniform top, probably from her first year of high school, could barely contain her fully developed figure, accentuating her perfect curves.
Beneath the pleated school skirt were snow-white, straight, and rounded thighs without a trace of excess fat.
She looked at the spotlessly clean kitchen countertop that Ning Yu had tidied up.
Various condiment bottles were neatly arranged in two rows, like two meticulously lined-up rows of soldiers.
This made Shen Yiyue seriously suspect that Ning Yu had some sort of compulsive cleanliness disorder.
Ning Yu was mixing butter and minced garlic.
She had wanted to add mint leaves, but the fresh food store only had common vegetables and no herbs, so she had to skip that.
Suddenly, she caught a whiff of a familiar girlish fragrance, mixed with the floral scent of shower gel.
Then a pair of jade-like hands tightly embraced the slender waist of the little loli.
A pair of round, full breasts pressed firmly against her back.
It turned out that Shen Yiyue, for some inexplicable reason, had hugged Ning Yu from behind.
She even buried her head in the silver-haired loli's collarbone, pressing close.
"Little Yu, when you grow up, marry big sister!"
"Big sister is completely defenseless against such a silver-haired cutie who can cook!!!"
Ning Yu's face immediately darkened with exasperation. She really wanted to kick this idiot away.
It was just cooking a steak, what on earth was this girl saying?
How had Shen Yiyue become so familiar with her in just a few days?
Was her portrayal of a little sister too convincing?
But her snow-white delicate hands were busy mixing the butter, so she could only let Shen Yiyue hug her.
Then she reluctantly said:
"Let go, or I won't make your portion, and you can just watch me eat."
"Eh?! How can you do that..."
Shen Yiyue immediately let out a loud protest, showing a pitiful expression.
But for the sake of delicious food, she obediently released the silver-haired loli and could only continue to watch from beside her.
Ning Yu ignored her, turned around to add a little oil to the pan, and began to sear the steak.
Immediately, a "sizzling" sound filled the kitchen.
The Maillard reaction produced by heating the steak released an enticing meaty aroma that quickly filled the entire small supermarket.
Beside her, Shen Yiyue was already drooling, sniffing the meaty aroma in the air with her cute little nose like a puppy.
Her starry eyes were fixed on the steak in the pan as it was being flipped and then spread with garlic butter.
It was already the final step, and Ning Yu was using a spoon to continuously baste the melted butter over the steak.
She glanced at Shen Yiyue beside her and said:
"Don't just stand there like an idiot, help me get the cutlery."
"Yay!! Yes, commander!"
......
Outside the small supermarket, the sun had completely set, and night had enveloped the neighborhood.
A few wandering zombies were staggering aimlessly nearby.
Suddenly, a zombie in the corner of an alley was struck as if by lightning, its head violently hit by a fire axe, falling to the ground.
Two figures emerged from the darkness, their gaze firmly locked on the small supermarket not far ahead.
One of them, a short and thin man, pointed ahead and said in a sneaky voice:
"Boss, look ahead, that's it. I've scouted it before, it's very well-secured, there must be a lot of good stuff inside!"
The other man, wearing a baseball cap, spoke in a low, hoarse voice:
"Hmm, what about those locks behind the door, how do you plan to deal with them?"
The thin man let out a few "hehe" laughs:
"I'll go get a hydraulic cutter, it'll have no problem cutting through those iron chains!"
His eyes revealed a vicious and ruthless gaze.
The man in the baseball cap asked again:
"How many people are in there? Are they tough?"
The thin man immediately replied:
"Not sure, but the supermarket was originally run by a couple, they definitely don't have much fighting power. Boss, don't worry!"
Suddenly, he seemed to smell something, lifting his hawk-like nose to sniff.
He revealed an envious yet resentful look:
"Damn! Seems like they're frying meat in there, smells like beef, it's so freaking fragrant."
As the thin man spoke, he licked his lips, feeling his mouth water.
Since the apocalypse, he had been eating instant noodles and steamed buns every day, his taste buds nearly numbed.
"They're living quite the comfortable life in there."
The people in this supermarket even had the leisure to cook and grill meat, which in comparison to his own situation, made him incredibly jealous.
The man in the baseball cap also smelled the aroma of beef.
He felt his stomach growling, having not eaten meat for many days, how could he resist such temptation?
"This is the place. Let's go back and prepare, we'll take over this place sooner or later."
The man in the baseball cap quickly said, trying to cover the sound of his stomach.
Upon hearing this, the thin man revealed a determined expression and said:
"Alright! It's about time we got to enjoy this comfortable life!"
......
In the small living room of the supermarket.
Shen Yiyue was devouring the pan-seared steak with great gusto, her adorable cheeks stuffed full.
She didn't even notice that a strand of her hair had gotten into her mouth.
The milky aroma of butter mixed with the scent of garlic, combined with the perfectly seared beef fragrance, filled the entire small living room with a delicious smell.
Taking a bite of the cut steak, it was juicy and had an excellent texture, the meat melting in her mouth.
She felt as if the most exquisite taste in the world was sliding down her throat and into her stomach.
Shen Yiyue tilted her head back with a blissful smile, her full mouth letting out an "Mmm~" sound, expressing extreme satisfaction.
The silver-haired loli glanced at this glutton and softly said:
"I'm telling you, you're holding the knife and fork in the wrong hands."
Shen Yiyue turned her head, looking at Ning Yu with a confused expression, her mouth full as she mumbled:
"Huh? Does... does that matter?"
In her heart, she thought, as long as it's delicious, that's all that matters. Steak is the best, little lolis who can cook are the best!
Ning Yu showed an expression of "this girl is hopeless" as she elegantly cut her steak.
The meat pieces on her plate were neatly arranged, with decorative vegetables on the side.
She would lightly prick a small piece of meat each time, placing it in her cherry-like small mouth to savor slowly.
Shen Yiyue, seeing the little loli's elegant way of eating and comparing it to her own Zhang Fei-style eating, immediately became a bit more restrained.
Oh right, how did she expose her true nature so quickly...
Just as she was about to clear the remaining vegetables on her plate, Shen Yiyue suddenly remembered a question.
She poked a broccoli floret, dipped it in the meat juice on the plate, and asked:
"By the way, Little Yu...."

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.”

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?"

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?!

'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.