Emily stared at Helena in shock. "Sister Helena... you're joking, right?"
Seeing Helena's unchanged expression, Emily's eyes widened into perfect circles. "So, you really imprisoned your own brother?"
"Yes," Helena replied, unsure why Emily was reacting so strongly. "And I almost succeeded too."
Emily was utterly stunned.
She quickly followed up with another question, full of confusion. "But why would you do that? Did Luo Wei do something wrong?"
Helena smiled sheepishly. "I don’t even know what I was thinking back then..."
"But..."
She looked down at Emily, who was much shorter than her. "Since we’re both aberrations, you must understand that feeling, right?"
"What feeling?" Emily asked curiously. "The backlash?"
Helena quietly reminisced. "That sudden shift... when you’re not yourself anymore. Your mind gets consumed by rage, and everything becomes so extreme. When I saw my brother talking to other women, I wanted to kill them all!"
Emily shuddered, suddenly feeling a pang of fear.
She had glanced at Helena’s brother a few times earlier...
"And..." Helena’s recollection wasn’t over. "Sometimes, seeing him get along so well with others made me unbearably sad. It felt like he was slipping away, like he didn’t belong to me anymore. So, I just wanted to hide him away where no one else could see him..."
"Are these... really the kinds of thoughts you had?" Emily grew even more intrigued. "What about Luo Wei? He couldn’t have been okay with that, right? What if he resisted?"
Helena’s serene expression twisted into something terrifying.
"Then I’d chop off his arms and legs! That way, he’d never leave me!"
Emily jumped in fright.
Meanwhile, Luo Wei, who was chatting with the duchess on the other side of the room, suddenly felt his hair stand on end.
What’s going on? Why did Helena’s corruption level spike just now?
The two girls were getting along fine earlier—did Emily say something to upset her?
He quickly glanced back and saw the pair huddled together, whispering animatedly. They didn’t seem to be arguing at all.
Luo Wei frowned and turned back around.
Helena peeked at her brother cautiously, relieved he hadn’t noticed anything.
"Sorry about that..." She gave Emily an apologetic smile, seeing how scared she looked. "I don’t know what came over me. It’s been a long time since I’ve felt like that..."
"You were so scary just now..." Emily said, still shaken.
Helena’s face fell, returning to its usual gentle demeanor.
"Those were just my old thoughts. I wouldn’t do that now..." She sighed bitterly. "Lately, I’ve been wondering if I went too far back then. Maybe that’s why my brother keeps his distance from me..."
Emily noticed the regret in her expression and tried to cheer her up. "But I think Luo Wei is really kind to you! It doesn’t seem like he dislikes you at all. Don’t overthink it!"
"You don’t get it! You don’t!" Helena’s face scrunched up in frustration. "The way he treats me is different from how he treats them! I can tell! I’d rather he didn’t act so gentle if it means he’d really see me!"
Hearing this, Emily’s eyes flickered with understanding. She sighed in shared frustration.
"Yeah... They all treat us like little sisters. Even Sister Monica is the same..."
"It’s so annoying!"
Perhaps out of solidarity, Emily clenched her tiny fists, eager to encourage Helena.
"So! Sister Helena! You can’t stay like this! You have to take action—no more hesitation!"
"Then what should I do?" Helena’s eyes lit up as if she’d found her guiding light. "Emily, teach me!"
Emily smirked triumphantly, instantly transforming into a self-proclaimed "love expert." "Like I said before—you need to take the initiative! Make sure your brother understands your feelings!"
"But I have tried taking the initiative..." Helena groaned. "It worked before, but now I can’t even beat him in a fight!"
Emily gave her a deadpan look. "Does your idea of 'taking the initiative' always involve dismembering Luo Wei? What kind of twisted love is that? Why not just show him your charm?"
"My... charm?" Helena blinked blankly.
"Exactly!" As Helena’s self-appointed strategist, Emily decided it was time to enlighten her. She discreetly glanced at Evelyn.
"Since your brother likes Sister Evelyn... there must be something special about her that draws him in. That’s what you need to learn!"
Emily scrutinized Evelyn carefully.
Finally, her gaze landed on Evelyn’s chest.
"Mm-hmm! That’s it!"
She turned back to Helena’s modest chest and shot her a disdainful look.
"So tiny."
"Men love big breasts! Your brother must be into Sister Evelyn because of that!"
"If you were as well-endowed as her, I guarantee he wouldn’t ignore you!"
"Oh..." Helena blinked. "Is that really it?"
Emily nodded vigorously.
"But..." Helena groaned again. She’d been trying so hard—drinking milk, eating papayas—but nothing worked. Some things just couldn’t be helped...
Yet, watching her brother flirt with that vampire across the room, Helena couldn’t take it anymore. She refused to stay invisible! She had to do something!
She made up her mind—
"Emily..."
"Look at me again. Do I look different now?"
Emily’s eyes locked onto Helena’s chest, and her jaw dropped.
In less than a second, it had grown so much bigger!!
"Sister Helena, you—"
"Still not big enough?" Helena’s cheeks flushed as she adjusted another size up.
Now it was even larger.
Emily quickly waved her hands. "Stop, stop! You’re about to burst out of your dress!"
Helena hastily shrunk back down.
Amazed by what she’d just witnessed, Emily asked, "Sister Helena, what are you? Some kind of shapeshifter?"
Helena giggled. "What? No! I’m a high-tier aberration!"
Emily gazed at her enviously. "I wish I could do that too... I want to grow up faster..."
"I can’t keep it like this forever, though," Helena admitted helplessly.
Maintaining her form with supernatural energy for too long would trigger backlash. Even though she no longer had to worry about turning into a grotesque monster—thanks to her brother—he’d definitely notice if she kept this up...
The mere thought of her brother discovering her secret attempts to enhance her bust made Helena want to crawl into a hole out of sheer embarrassment...
Still, no matter what, Helena felt deeply grateful to Emily. Though it was just a few words of advice, it was as if Emily had opened the door to a whole new world for her.
She could already see the dawn breaking—the day when her brother’s eyes would be filled with nothing but her!
How thrilling!
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.”
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?"
