"Yes, yes, this is exactly the feeling."
Leon gently shook his head, seemingly very satisfied with Ning Xuan's current state.
"When one day you realize that everything you possess is nothing but emptiness and absurdity, what kind of collapse will such a realization bring?"
"I'm actually more curious about how a real human would react to such a chain of events."
"Unfortunately, I no longer have the patience for it. The ritual is about to begin."
He slowly spread open his hands.
"You are the final amusement, let me feel some fleeting pleasure."
Ning Xuan raised her head and saw the countless empty containers in the hall, along with the liquid they contained.
And in the last container, floating inside, was a girl's head that looked exactly like her.
It seemed she finally remembered the nightmare she had experienced countless times.
She was merely one of an infinite number of replicas. The emotions she possessed, the desire to protect her sister—all of it was just her own delusion.
Her very existence was manufactured, nothing more than bait to lure her sister into this final trap.
How would her sister see her now? Would she still regard her as a sister? Would she look at her with those cold, lifeless eyes?
She was the one who had ultimately betrayed her sister.
Bombarded with these questions, Ning Xuan couldn't help but collapse to her knees. White steam began to rise from her body.
Her body seemed to be disintegrating, collapsing along with her consciousness.
Blue tears streamed endlessly from her eyes, pooling on the ground and mixing with the liquid that had once held her severed head.
"Clang."
Her right leg completely detached from her body, falling to the ground with a sizzling sound, transistors scattering across the floor.
The mechanical wings on her back drooped lifelessly, as if all energy had been drained from them.
"Is this all there is?"
Leon, hovering in the air, looked down at the disintegrating Ning Xuan and made a cold, low comment.
"I thought that after dying multiple times, you might have undergone some change, that some deviation might have emerged from these endless cycles of memory."
"Perhaps something worth observing would have been born."
"Unfortunately, nothing interesting has come of it."
Leon raised his hand high, and the barrier trapping Ning Yu emitted an even brighter light. Intense pain immediately assaulted Ning Yu.
She tried to speak, but the barrier seemed to block all sound. Inside, Ning Yu watched Ning Xuan's utter despair, her heart wracked with torment.
Knowing the truth, Ning Yu understood just how cruel it was for Ning Xuan.
"The amusement is over. Now it's your turn."
Leon no longer paid attention to Ning Xuan on the ground, turning instead to look at Ning Yu trapped within the barrier.
"You asked if I knew what the restraining force is?"
"Let me tell you, within this barrier that isolates everything, even the restraining force is weakened."
"Its ability to detect the possibility of humanity's or the planet's destruction will enter an endless cycle of probing within this barrier, unable to reach a conclusion."
"I will use you to open the door to the origin myself."
Leon slowly floated toward Ning Yu, his voice eerily able to penetrate the barrier and reach her ears.
Soon, the entire hall began to rotate along with the yin-yang fish mural on the ceiling, and countless streams of energy converged toward the center.
They gathered one after another, like newly sprouted branches after rain, clustering toward the sky.
Ning Xuan's emotions were interrupted by the commotion. One of her eyes had already fallen out, leaving only the other.
Suddenly, she looked up and saw Ning Yu's slightly pained expression, as if some mechanism in her heart had been triggered.
"Let go of my... sister..."
She let out a hoarse, almost inaudible voice.
"Hmm?"
Leon suddenly stopped what he was doing and looked down at Ning Xuan, whom he had already dismissed.
"I said... let go!!! of my!!! sister!!!!!"
Ning Xuan's soul-shaking roar suddenly echoed throughout the underground space. The mechanical wings, which had fallen silent, lifted her tattered body back into the air.
Her silver hair floated gently, draped over the mechanical wings, making her look like a fallen angel with broken wings.
"I prepared a show for you sisters, thinking it would no longer be of use..."
Leon tilted his head, glancing sideways at the now airborne Ning Xuan.
"It seems it can still be used after all."
He shifted slightly to the side, watching Ning Xuan with interest.
"So this is your answer? Believing in the mirage you see until the very end."
"Let her go!!!"
Ning Xuan didn't even listen to Leon's words, the energy from her mechanical wings already at maximum.
"You look like a moth flying into the flame now."
Leon didn't move, calmly waiting for Ning Xuan's next action.
"Boom!!!"
All the remaining thrusters on Ning Xuan's prosthetic body were pushed to their limits, the blue flames so bright they illuminated the space like daylight, even scorching her body black.
"Whether I'm real or fake no longer matters to me."
"Protecting my sister is my only belief now, and that is absolutely true!"
Her body, flying at high speed, was about to collide with Leon. Her eyes flickered with blue light at an incredibly high frequency, and the white steam rising from her body grew denser.
As she flew, her last leg fell to the ground, but Ning Xuan paid no attention.
"Stop!! Xiao Xuan, stop!"
Ning Yu, trapped in the barrier, desperately tried to do something, but the Blood Kite's ability to break the barrier was still too slow.
Just as Ning Xuan's body was about to collide with Leon, a violent explosion echoed through the air, the light so bright that Ning Yu had to close her eyes.
When everything settled, Leon remained standing, completely unharmed.
In his hand, he held Ning Xuan's severed head, which he casually tossed aside.
"Fool."
"Your struggle was meaningless from the start."
"And do you know why? Because your origin is [worthlessness]."
Ning Xuan's head, mid-air, caught a glimpse of Ning Yu breaking free from the barrier thanks to the explosion's force, and she smiled with relief.
Finally, the head turned into faint smoke and disappeared completely.
"Clang!"
The sound of a blade rang out.
Freed from the barrier, Ning Yu finally broke free. Even though the Blood Kite's passive ability hadn't been triggered, her eyes were already bloodshot.
An overwhelming killing intent enveloped Leon.
"Don't rush."
Leon looked at Ning Yu, his expression eerily calm.
He pointed to the last remaining replica of Ning Xuan's head in the container and said,
"The truly interesting game is just beginning."

saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"

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?"

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?"