[Ding! You have received 3 attribute points!]
[Detecting that Physical and Charm are full, automatically allocated to Mental Power.]
[You gained: Mental Power *3]
Ning Yu felt that the taste of the [Awakening Preparation Potion] was peculiar, a strange flavor that couldn't be simply described as sour, sweet, bitter, or spicy.
After drinking it all, a cool sensation flowed down her throat into her stomach, and then a unique refreshing feeling spread throughout her body.
She immediately sensed the enhancement in mental power:
Her five senses became more acute, she could see further, her ears picked up clearer sounds of the night wind, and she could even faintly hear the zombies howling downstairs.
The fatigue from a day's journey instantly vanished. If it weren't so expensive, she'd love to use it as an energy drink.
Ning Yu decisively downed the second bottle of [Awakening Preparation Potion].
[As the host can only receive 2 attribute points, only 2 points will be granted.]
This was because her Physical and Charm had both reached 10, and her Mental Power had just reached 8, so she could only add 2 more points to Mental.
[Ding! You have received 2 attribute points!]
[Detecting that Physical and Charm are full, automatically allocated to Mental Power.]
[You gained: Mental Power *2]
At this moment, Ning Yu's attributes fully met the conditions for the Awakening Path task.
[Ding! Epic task: Awakening Path completed!]
[Initiating Origin awakening for host...]
The system didn't immediately grant rewards, seeming to enter some kind of process.
Ning Yu felt her body suddenly become burning hot, as if all her blood had been replaced with boiling water.
She furrowed her brows, enduring the burning pain, but soon waves of dizziness struck her.
The entire room was spinning, her brain felt like it had been thrown into a cement mixer.
Endless darkness surged in from all directions, and she finally couldn't hold on anymore, falling unconscious.
In her hazy state, she heard the system's prompt:
[Awakening complete: Host's Origin is 「」]
......
Gray mist.
Endless gray mist, Ning Yu suddenly opened her eyes.
This dream again, the last time she had it was when she fainted after activating [Dark Side of the Moon].
Ning Yu looked around, but this time there was no one else here.
A wet sensation came from beneath her feet. She quickly looked down and found that she had a physical form this time, in her current little girl body.
She was wearing the same elegant Western-style dress from when she first opened her eyes, with white over-knee socks on her legs, though her feet were bare.
She seemed to be standing on the surface of a lake.
The light around suddenly brightened, the surrounding gray mist abruptly dispersed, and the lake's reflective effect became extremely clear.
Ning Yu could clearly see her silver-gray hair and familiar amber eyes in the lake's reflection.
"Drip"
A drop of water seemed to fall in front of her, creating gentle ripples on the previously smooth lake surface.
Ning Yu looked up, and her pupils suddenly dilated.
She saw:
Another version of herself?
It definitely wasn't Ning Xuan's appearance. Though they were twins, there were obvious differences in their features, like how her sister's eyes were lake-blue.
But this 'self' before her was identical to her, with silver-white hair and amber eyes.
Ning Yu only made eye contact with this 'self' for a moment before countless images flashed before her eyes like a zoetrope:
From leaving her mother's womb to being cremated and placed in a grave.
Primitive humans eating raw meat, ancient emperors ascending thrones, bloody battlefields, white-collar workers on mobile phones, future cities with flying cars and light pollution.
When she snapped out of her daze, the 'self' opposite her was still watching her, completely motionless.
That 'self' suddenly opened her mouth, but no sound came out. Ning Yu had to strain to read her lips.
Fi...nal...ly...?
Root...?
Like in all dreams:
When you try hard to do something in a dream, you're bound to fail.
This torment of wanting to do something but never being able to continues until you wake up.
No matter how hard Ning Yu tried, she couldn't make out what her other self was trying to say.
The endless gray mist suddenly spread again, and the lake surface disappeared.
The 'self' disappeared too.
......
Opening her eyes again, Ning Yu saw the pure white ceiling of the apartment living room.
The burning sensation from earlier had disappeared, and she even felt an inexplicable lightness throughout her body.
Looking up at the clock in the living room:
2 AM.
She had been unconscious for several hours.
Shen Yiyue was still unconscious on the sofa. Ning Yu walked over and felt her forehead - the temperature was normal.
After checking other parts of her body and finding no abnormalities, it seemed Shen Yiyue had indeed just fainted from overusing that ability.
Now that her so-called 'Origin' had awakened, what changes were there?
Ning Yu opened her status panel:
Physical, Charm, and Mental were all at 10.
Items, Skills, and Points showed no changes.
Two new status lines appeared at the bottom:
[Awakening Status: Awakened.]
[Host Origin: 「」]
Ning Yu was completely puzzled by these empty brackets 「」.
She had expected some cool superpower name, but what did these empty brackets mean?
She casually tapped on it, and more detailed information popped up:
[You can copy parts of other awakened ones' Origin abilities, but must have a friendliness level greater than or equal to 'Friendly' with that awakened one.]
[Origin abilities gained through copying will be incomplete.]
[You can detect friendliness levels by touching other awakened ones' bodies.]
Below these explanation lines was a line of gray text, barely noticeable unless looking carefully:
[The usefulness of what exists lies in what does not]
"The usefulness of what does not..."
Ning Yu softly muttered these words.
If that's the case, for convenience, she'll call her Origin 'Void' from now on.
Being able to copy other awakened ones' Origin abilities, Ning Yu immediately turned her attention to the sleeping Shen Yiyue.
Their relationship should at least be 'Friendly', right?
Ning Yu slowly walked over and held Shen Yiyue's hand with her small, delicate hand.
In her sleep, Shen Yiyue seemed to feel something warm and directly pulled it into an embrace, wrapping around Ning Yu's hand.
Ning Yu froze, then quietly tried to move her captured hand away.
"Mmm.... Little Yu...."
She was sleep-talking again.
[Your friendliness level is: Intimate]
?
Intimate?
How did it become intimate?
How come I didn't know about this?
Or did this person just unilaterally raise her affection level?
Ning Yu looked at Shen Yiyue, who was tightly holding her hand, and suddenly felt a strange sense of reasonableness.
At this moment, the system's prompt also sounded in her mind:
[Detected target's Origin: Time]
[Detected target's copyable Origin ability: Future Reading]
[Copy?]
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
