After entering the resplendent royal banquet hall with Ophelia,
Luo Wei noticed that the hall was abuzz with activity. Guests were gathered in small groups, chatting and laughing merrily. It seemed they had arrived late.
However, since Ophelia was the Princess of the Fifth Rank, no one dared to comment on her tardiness. The attendants politely ushered the two of them inside.
As soon as Ophelia made her appearance, Luo Wei felt a wave of gazes shift toward them.
After all, Ophelia had been said to be "recuperating" outside for so long, rarely appearing in such settings. People were naturally curious about this mysterious and beautiful princess, who had recently regained the emperor's trust.
While Luo Wei and Ophelia were quietly chatting, a man with a kindly smile approached them.
Luo Wei glanced at him. The man was dressed in an officer's uniform, appeared to be in his early thirties, and bore some resemblance to Ophelia. However, like the Third Prince, he had striking golden hair. From these features, Luo Wei deduced that this must be the Second Prince, who was in charge of the city's defense forces.
"Fifth Sister," he greeted, his expression tinged with concern.
"I heard you encountered those cultists and were injured? Are you alright?"
Ophelia looked at him and smiled faintly, shaking her head. "The palace physicians are quite skilled. I've fully recovered now."
"That's good to hear," the Second Prince sighed in relief. "In the future, don't take such risks on your own. Otherwise, Father will worry."
Ophelia chuckled softly, her smile not reaching her eyes. "Second Brother, you overestimate my importance in his heart."
"Fifth Sister!" the Second Prince shot her a disapproving glance, quickly glancing around.
"Father isn't as heartless as you make him out to be. Please don't say such things again."
Ophelia seemed to recall something from the past, her smile still faint and distant.
"I hope so."
The atmosphere grew momentarily awkward. The Second Prince laughed awkwardly and then turned his attention to Luo Wei beside her.
His eyes held a hint of curiosity. "Fifth Sister, aren't you going to introduce this young gentleman to me?"
Luo Wei politely greeted the imperial prince, but just as he was about to introduce himself, Ophelia took his hand.
"This is Luo Wei Edelin," she said simply, without elaborating on his background or origins.
Despite the Second Prince's seemingly warm and approachable demeanor, Ophelia maintained a reserved and distant smile throughout, showing no intention of continuing the conversation.
The Second Prince didn't seem offended; he was well aware of his younger sister's temperament.
He studied Luo Wei with interest, his gaze eventually settling on their intertwined hands and the matching rings on their fingers.
The Second Prince's eyes deepened, and a thoughtful smile spread across his face.
"Fifth Sister, you're even more willful than I imagined. Does Father know about this?"
Ophelia feigned confusion. "Know about what?"
The Second Prince glanced at Luo Wei again, his implication clear: he was referring to the matter of their secret engagement.
He had been keeping a close eye on his younger sister, who had suddenly reemerged in the center of power. Ophelia was shrewd and had earned their father's approval with her actions.
But he never expected her to be so audacious in matters of marriage. He couldn't help but wonder how their father would react upon learning of this...
"Edelin, you say..." the Second Prince pondered for a moment but couldn't recall any prominent Edelin family in Saint Callen.
Perhaps he was just a commoner, the Second Prince thought, his estimation of Luo Wei dropping slightly.
Still, since this was a conversation with Ophelia, he couldn't be too blunt. He simply asked politely, "So, Mr. Luo Wei, where are you currently employed? You seem unfamiliar to me."
Luo Wei, facing this unexpected brother-in-law, shrugged nonchalantly.
"I'm currently a student at the Saint Callen Royal Academy of Magical Sciences."
"Ah, still a student..." the Second Prince chuckled, unsure how to respond.
As the three of them conversed, a hearty laugh suddenly rang out.
"Haha, Second Prince, Mr. Luo Wei is no ordinary student!"
The newcomer was none other than Fred, the head of the Special Affairs Department.
"Sir Fred," both the Second Prince and Ophelia nodded in greeting.
Luo Wei also turned to look at him and saw Fred grinning at him warmly.
It was unexpected to see Fred at this banquet. The emperor had organized this "small" gathering to celebrate his recent recovery and return to governance. However, given the recent catastrophic events in Saint Callen, even the royal family had to keep the festivities low-key. Thus, only a select few nobles, members of the royal family, and the emperor's close confidants were invited.
Despite Fred's relatively low noble rank, even the Second Prince held him in high regard. The Special Affairs Department, though not the most powerful institution, was indispensable to the city and the empire. After all, no one wanted to cross a team entirely composed of superhumans.
With Fred's arrival, the awkward atmosphere among the three finally eased.
Fred smiled at the two of them. "How are you both recovering?"
"Thank you for your concern. We're doing well," Ophelia replied with a smile.
"Sir Fred," the Second Prince interjected, recalling Fred's earlier remark, "you mentioned something about Mr. Luo Wei..."
"Ah, yes!" Fred clapped Luo Wei on the shoulder enthusiastically. "Your Highness, you wouldn't believe it, but Mr. Luo Wei played a crucial role in resolving the recent cultist case!"
"Oh? I wasn't aware of that," the Second Prince said, his curiosity piqued.
Fred continued, praising Luo Wei like a proud mentor. "If it weren't for him, my team would have suffered heavy losses. He's a rare talent, and I've tried to recruit him several times, but he always turns me down!"
The Second Prince looked at Luo Wei with newfound respect. "So Mr. Luo Wei possesses such remarkable abilities? Are you a superhuman?"
Luo Wei felt like Fred was showering him with excessive praise. He glanced at Fred, who wore the sly grin of a seasoned fox, and wondered if this was yet another attempt to recruit him.
He responded modestly, "Oh, I'm just an ordinary citizen who happened to help out..."
Besides, he still vividly remembered Fred's lightning-fast strike that had taken down Laure, the "Black Eel," during the final confrontation.
Luo Wei decided to return the compliment. "The credit for resolving this matter truly goes to Sir Fred. I only provided a small bit of assistance."
"You're being too modest!" Fred laughed heartily. "You must attend the city's commendation ceremony in a few days!"

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.”

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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."

to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”