Thoughts drifted far away.
Looking at Tilis, who was lost in deep contemplation, Luo Wei pulled her and sat down on a park bench, cradling her like a snowball on his lap. She didn't even notice the intimate nature of this pose or how close they were becoming. When facing Luo Wei, the witch always quickly let her guard down. Luo Wei had a hunch that if she was deep in thought, she wouldn't notice if he did something... so he wanted to give it a try.
The result?
"Luo Wei!!" Tilis's face turned bright red in an instant.
"Stop touching me everywhere! I'm thinking!"
"Seriously!"
She indignantly escaped from Luo Wei's embrace, stamping her feet in the snow and glaring at him. Luo Wei innocently blinked, "You think your thoughts, I touch what I want!"
"Disgraceful! Big scoundrel! I'm so mad!" Tilis had no more mind to continue her magical pondering; she was furious and about to leave.
Luo Wei tugged her back with a firm grip. Facing the pouting witch, he dropped his rascal smile and adopted a solemn, earnest expression.
"Humans today don't need mages to lead and protect them, but that doesn't mean they don't need mages at all."
Tilis shed her embarrassment and became equally serious.
"Luo Wei, you mean..."
Luo Wei gave her a helpless look. "Why are your mage brains so stuck? Always swinging from one extreme to another..."
"Mages definitely have their uses. The world's science is just starting out, but the mystical has had thousands of years of accumulation. There are still many problems science cannot solve - isn't that where your advantage lies?"
Tilis nodded her little head, "Yes, but..."
"No buts!" Luo Wei cut her off, "Most of your hermit order are remnants from the age of the magic empire. That's why you're too proud and self-important!"
Luo Wei sneered, "Besides, who said mages can't coexist with us? Aren't there several royal mages in Charlton II's palace? Thanks to their protection, the royal princes and princesses rarely fell sick, and the old emperor, who should have died ten years ago, keeps living thanks to the magic..."
Mentioning those 'royal mages', Tilis revealed disdain.
"Those palace lapdogs, I disdain joining them."
"Yes, yes!" Luo Wei smiled wryly at her, "You're virtuous, you're noble, you're saviors of humanity!"
At Luo Wei's mockery, Tilis scrunched up her face.
Luo Wei gave another example, "Forget the royal mages, look at the family mages of the major clans, the Imperial Astrology Association, the divination shops in Saint Callen, the battle mages in the military... You all still have your uses, and quite significant ones at that. Why aren't they being excluded?"
Tilis still looked down on them, "What's the point of doing those things?"
Luo Wei got a little irritated, "Then tell me, what's meaningful?"
Tilis put her hands on her hips and said with justification: "In studies, tirelessly researching the mysteries of magic, touching the truth. In practice, transforming society, building a better world!"
Luo Wei felt a chill in his heart.
He silently looked at the witch, proud and haughty in her speech.
Although still adorable, her unintentional words carried something terrifying...
Seeing her about to start up her usual spiel on the 'New World', Luo Wei grabbed Tilis and pulled her out of the school.
"Hey!!" Tilis gave a surprised yelp, "I haven't finished yet! Where are you taking me?!"
Luo Wei glanced back with annoyance, "On a date!"
"Oh..." Tilis muttered, "But I really haven't finished..."
"Less chatter, or I'll shut you up!"
"Hmph... even if you shut me up, I still have to say—"
"I'll do it with my mouth!"
Hearing this, the witch finally stopped talking...
...
Later, Luo Wei took Tilis around town, sampling many sweet treats girls love, and even took her to see a circus performance, including the famous guillotine act of that magician.
Of course, Tilis wasn't very well-behaved during the show. Luo Wei didn't know how much effort it took to keep the witch from jumping on stage to expose the trick...
"Our date almost got ruined by you." Luo Wei said exasperatedly as they walked.
Tilis didn't understand why such a deceptive act was entertaining, pouting and looking resentful.
"He didn't really cut off his head! I just wanted to help him out..."
Luo Wei widened his eyes in anger, "It's magic performance! Just for show!"
He felt he really needed to correct Tilis's absurd notion. That magician was a real, living figure in Saint Callen, and Luo Wei was afraid Tilis might really twist off his head if she met him next time...
Tilis snorted, "I thought he was an aberration, or even practiced some dark magic. Turns out he's just a charlatan, just like you - both deceivers..."
Luo Wei argued, "Where am I deceiving?"
Tilis narrowed her eyes at Luo Wei, "Hmph, you said you'd take me to a performance, but as soon as the lights went out..."
"Your hands started wandering everywhere, touching my..."
"My..."
Luo Wei blinked, "Touching where?"
Tilis's face turned red, "You ask that!"
Luo Wei laughed, "Tell me, where?"
Tilis pinched her wits out of Luo Wei's side and turned away, refusing to talk to him.
Luo Wei chuckled and wrapped his arms around the pouting Tilis. "But we're on a date. Don't dates go like this?"
Tilis suddenly turned around with a puzzled look.
"Is that true?"
Luo Wei said earnestly, "Believe me, for this date, I specially reviewed a lot of textbooks, and they all say that appropriate intimate contact helps deepen feelings and maintain mental health."
Tilis looked blankly at him; she had no experience of this kind, so she had no idea that Luo Wei was making it all up.
"So dating has so many nuances... it's actually an interesting learning..."
"That's for sure." Luo Wei lied without blushing, "There's still much to learn! You have a lot to take in indeed."
Blithefully nodding, Tilis let Luo Wei guide her towards an eating establishment.
"Now I can touch freely, right?"
"Ah! No! Still no!!"
...

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"

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.”

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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?"