Luo Wei was about to say something to Annie when Evelyn walked over directly, her expression tinged with impatience.
"What is there to talk about? What's the point?"
She knew Luo Wei's thoughts—he didn't want her to feel embarrassed in front of her family, so he wanted to accompany her back as a member of the Vampire Clan.
But Evelyn didn’t think it was a big deal. If returning home required such caution and her partner having to disguise himself for her sake, then it might as well not happen at all.
"Annie, if there’s nothing else, you can go back first," Evelyn said expressionlessly, sitting back in her office chair and effectively dismissing her.
"Miss... but!" Annie quickly interjected.
"The 900th birthday celebration of the Vampire Clan is really important. After all, Duke Victor... might not break through to the level of a Vampire Prince in the next hundred years."
"If he fails, it won’t just affect the rise and fall of the family. These last hundred years might very well be his final days..."
Luo Wei looked at Evelyn. This sudden emotional appeal also left her expression in silence.
He knew that the hierarchy of the Vampire Clan was similar to that of nobility—duke, marquis, earl, viscount, and baron. The Prince was the highest rank.
Apart from the original seven ancient beings, the lifespans of vampires were not as eternal as one might imagine. Only those at the Prince level could live for around 2,000 years. From this perspective, Duke Victor's rank matched his status as a Vampire Duke.
No wonder the Duke had been so humble, hoping to see Evelyn return. If there was truly an emotional element to this, the birthday banquet felt eerily like a farewell.
"Has it really been so long?" Evelyn murmured.
"That guy... he’s growing old too, and he’ll die eventually..."
She shook her head with a bitter smile. "But what’s the point of telling me all this?"
"That guy has already found a satisfactory heir. The family is full of descendants, and he’s not lacking in companionship. Why call me back? Don’t tell me it’s out of guilt?"
"I actually think Miss Evelyn’s talent would make her a better heir," Annie said with a smile.
"Oh?" Evelyn looked at her and suddenly let out a mocking laugh.
The story behind it all was somewhat ironic and bittersweet.
Initially, her father had neglected her mother because her bloodline talent was unremarkable. But the irony was that after reaching adulthood, her talent far surpassed all her peers. This left the Duke filled with regret, but it was already too late.
After leaving the family, she lived alone in the human world and found a new life for herself.
Through self-reliance, she gradually integrated into human society. Having grown up in a supernatural family, she possessed knowledge of mystical systems far beyond that of ordinary scholars. She smoothly became a university lecturer, published academic papers, and eventually became a professor...
There was no going back...
She loved the freedom here and could never return to that rigid, conservative family...
Annie sighed helplessly. "Miss Evelyn really has no ambition. It’s a bit of a shame..."
"But that’s fine. Over the years, the Duke has come to understand your resolve. If you’re unwilling, he won’t force you."
"He sent me here this time, genuinely hoping you would return to see him. A hundred years is really short, and since you live outside, there might not be another chance like this..."
"Alright, alright..." Evelyn waved her hand impatiently as Annie began to lecture her like an elder.
"Stop talking. I’ll go back, okay?"
Annie couldn’t help but glance at Luo Wei. "So, this Mr. Luo Wei... who exactly is he?"
"Him?" Evelyn also looked at Luo Wei, a mischievous thought crossing her mind.
"His identity is anything but simple~" she said mysteriously, lowering her voice.
"Huh?"
Both Annie and Luo Wei looked at Evelyn in confusion.
"Our Mr. Luo Wei comes from a mysterious reclusive family! This family is truly extraordinary!"
Luo Wei stared at her suspiciously. What reclusive family? He had no idea about this.
Annie’s curiosity was immediately piqued, especially since Luo Wei’s earlier display of being neither human nor vampire had left her puzzled.
"There’s such a family? Miss Evelyn! Which family is it?"
"The Edlin Family!"
"The Edlin Family?" Annie fell into deep thought. "Is there such a family among the Vampire Clan? Are they descendants of nobles who fled after the destruction of the City of Cain... or a branch family of the Seven Great Clans?"
After some consideration, she still couldn’t find a corresponding family name, so she looked up in confusion.
"Miss Evelyn, you’re not lying to me, are you?"
"Why would I lie to you?" Evelyn said firmly. "I told you, it’s a reclusive family. How could you easily know about it?"
"If you don’t believe me, go investigate! I guarantee you’ll be shocked! Everyone who has worked with the Edlin Family seems to have been collectively erased from memory! It’s incredibly strange!"
"Really?" Annie couldn’t believe such a family existed.
Luo Wei sighed and looked at Evelyn, who maintained a completely serious expression.
She wasn’t entirely wrong. Annie could use the family’s resources to investigate all she wanted. After all, even Tilis’s Magical Hermitage couldn’t uncover his origins. The Abraham family would likely get the same result.
After all, this was an unfilled plot hole in the game...
"Could it be... could it be..." Annie’s imagination began to run wild.
"Since the time of the Church, the Vampire Clan’s City of Cain has been besieged and destroyed multiple times. Many noble bloodlines were scattered across the continent, displaced and disconnected..."
"Then Mr. Luo Wei, could he be..."
Luo Wei silently watched her, impressed by her ability to spin such elaborate theories.
But what he didn’t expect was that Annie’s thoughts would become even more far-fetched...
"No, no! I think Mr. Luo Wei might actually be from an even more ancient bloodline..."
"Cain, the Progenitor, created his descendants out of loneliness—his thirteen children. Originally, there should have been Thirteen Great Clans, but over the long course of history... only seven have survived..."
"And in the legends, the earliest descendants of the Progenitor were more like humans. As time passed, the less pure descendants became more prone to corruption, becoming more like beasts..."
Annie’s thoughts spiraled further. She immediately turned to Luo Wei, eager to verify her suspicions.
"No, this is too important! Miss Evelyn, I need to investigate this thoroughly. I’ll look into this so-called Edlin Family right away!"
"Miss Evelyn, that’s all for today. If there’s anything else, contact me at the usual place. I’m leaving!"
With that, she pushed open the window, and her figure vanished in an instant.
Luo Wei and Evelyn exchanged a silent glance.
She couldn't help but let out a soft laugh. "Everything after that was just her wild imagination! I never said any of that. If something goes wrong at the banquet, don't blame me!"
"You really know how to create a show," Luo Wei said, barely holding back his own laughter.
"Let's not overthink it. Let them fill in the blanks themselves!" Evelyn laughed heartily, her earlier frustration about going home completely gone.

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.”

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?"

ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!