However, perhaps it was fate playing tricks...
At that moment, Tilis learned something from her subordinate's report.
Luo Wei had returned.
He had truly returned.
Tilis's emotions were incredibly complex.
It wasn't that she cared about her own patched-up, tattered, and pitiful body.
But rather, she was wondering whether the plan should continue.
The plan must continue!
Because she didn't just want to live with Luo Wei.
She wanted to live with him in a beautiful new world.
Both were indispensable.
This disgusting, trashy, utterly wretched world!
The Church, the Vignar Empire, the Florenza Kingdom, the Winter Tribe Nation, the Archipelago Alliance, and those abominable nations of the Southern Continent—none of them should exist!!
Always scheming, always vying for power, everywhere filled with lunatics! Not a single sane person!
They should all just die!!
If she didn't know that this world was already destined for destruction, she might even lend a hand to hasten its grand demise!
She had long wanted to do this!
Especially after learning about the terrifying events Luo Wei had recently experienced in Saint Callen, she became even more certain of her thoughts.
This world was beyond saving.
If it weren't for Luo Wei, Saint Callen would have been destroyed countless times already!
Then let it perish.
Luo Wei and I will escape this world, escape all this despair...
And head to a beautiful new world that belongs only to the two of us...
Once, this was her dream.
But now, the dream is about to come true!
However, this plan still needed one final step.
She had to seal away her memories, to lock away everything from before.
Because she knew what she was like now.
The current her was terrifying, so much so that even her colleagues at the institute were afraid...
Luo Wei was so clever, he would surely notice, and she cared so much for him—what if she hesitated?
So, Tilis extracted a portion of her memories.
In her spiritual form, such a task was easy. She was already a master in the fields of life and soul, capable of feats even the legendary Usoma couldn't achieve...
She sealed away her memories, deceiving even herself...
The rest would be left to the future Tilis.
She knew herself well.
Even with fragmented memories, she would undoubtedly find Luo Wei and reunite with him.
She left behind a shallow trace of thought about the "divine," something that would thrill "Tilis," just as it had thrilled her in the past.
Everything was ready.
Finally.
Goodnight, Luo Wei.
I look forward to the day we meet again.
...
When Luo Wei finished reading Tilis's final memory...
The glowing memory fragment before him began to flicker, and then Tilis's spiritual form gradually merged with the extracted memory fragment.
Under Luo Wei's gaze, the two Tilis became one.
Now, standing before him, Tilis was finally whole again.
Her eyelashes, like butterfly wings, fluttered slightly, and her purple eyes suddenly opened.
Perhaps overwhelmed by the sudden influx of memories, her expression momentarily turned bewildered.
The two of them silently stared at each other.
"So..."
"So that's how it was."
After all, these were her own memories. Tilis quickly adapted, her expression shifting from confusion and shock to calm.
But beneath that calm, who knew what storm was brewing?
Luo Wei looked at her with a complicated gaze.
Truthfully.
He felt heavy-hearted.
He hadn't expected the truth to be like this.
Six months ago, she and Usoma had gone through such a bizarre and harrowing ordeal...
But what weighed on him wasn't the suffering of the master and disciple, but everything Tilis had done afterward.
That obsessive, nearly insane determination frightened him.
What a heavy kind of love this was...
To achieve her goal, she had even killed herself.
All just to reunite with him.
No, now it was more like...
Running away together?
Escaping this world, this world that filled her with despair...
At any cost...
Luo Wei silently gazed at her, smiling bitterly.
"Tilis, why must you go to such lengths..."
He knew that facing this version of Tilis, this nearly mad version, any words he spoke would be futile.
But he still had to say them.
"Tilis, perhaps you can't hear me now, but I still want to tell you, that beautiful new world you envision..."
"Doesn't exist."
"You're lying!" Tilis's calm gaze suddenly turned fierce.
Trembling, she grabbed Luo Wei's wrist, gripping it tightly.
"You're still trying to deceive me? You came from another world! You've even traveled back and forth twice!"
"How could such a world not exist?!"
Luo Wei quietly looked at her, "A completely perfect world has never existed. That's something you've imagined, something the Church uses to deceive ignorant believers. They might fall for it, but how could someone as rational as you believe it too?"
Tilis glared coldly at him, "What are you trying to say?"
"What I'm saying is," Luo Wei smiled, "Wherever there are people, there will be conflict. And once there are enough people, conflict becomes war. The world has always been this way. Someone as intelligent as you should understand that. If you truly went to my world and saw the same human nature—the hatred, jealousy, and greed—you would surely be disappointed."
"Wait!" Tilis seemed to be on a completely different wavelength, her face lighting up with joy as she exclaimed, "You admit it? Such a world really exists?!"
Luo Wei was stunned.
"Hold on!" He frowned immediately, "Did you even hear what I said? I'm telling you that no matter where you go, you won't find the so-called beautiful new world you're imagining! It doesn't exist!"
"No! It exists! It exists!"
She suddenly embraced Luo Wei, laughing ecstatically.
"This is wonderful, just wonderful! Now I can finally be at ease!"
"Luo Wei, you're so good! I thought you'd never open up to me!"
The hug was so intense it nearly suffocated Luo Wei, but faced with this version of Tilis, he couldn't bring himself to push her away.
Luo Wei sighed, wrapping his arms around her.
A deep sadness filled his chest, unshakable. He felt sorrow for Tilis.
She had gone mad.
With a corruption level of 100, how could she possibly remain sane?
The reason she had seemed so normal before was simply because her memories weren't complete...
"Telling you this isn't a big deal," Luo Wei said with a bitter smile, gently stroking her somewhat withered hair, "I can tell you everything, all of it..."
"Luo Wei! You're so good!" Tilis passionately kissed Luo Wei on the lips.
"Even..." She lifted her face, hesitating for a moment, "Even Ophelia doesn't know about this, do you? But you told me..."
She smiled sweetly, "Doesn't that mean I'm much more important to you than her?"
"I knew it, I knew I wasn't wrong about you!"

tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

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?"