Luo Wei smiled and nodded, "Of course I'm willing, but I hope it's not through you sacrificing yourself."
"What?" Eleya frowned immediately. "You..."
She stared into Luo Wei's eyes, his expression serious.
"You already know?" she asked.
Luo Wei hadn't expected his guess to be right, but his expression remained unchanged. "As you absorb the power of faith, your divine side will grow stronger, won't it?"
Eleya gave a slight nod.
Luo Wei continued, "But will that still be you? By the time you become a true god, the original you will be as good as dead, won't she?"
A fleeting look of confusion flashed in Eleya's eyes. "That's true. As my power grows, my emotions grow colder, and it's becoming harder to control my other side..."
Watching her troubled expression, Luo Wei spoke softly, "Just as I said, the real you will die. But I don’t want you to die, so let me save you one more time."
"Save me... again?"
"Yes, just like that time before."
"That time... before."
The bustling streets blurred as Eleya sank into a memory—one she would never forget.
In her youth, perhaps due to her devout faith in the light, she had awakened to divine magic at a very young age.
Blessed with extraordinary talent, she was exceptionally promoted to a healing priestess after coming of age, assisting the local bishop. For someone of her status, this was already the peak.
Originally, she thought she would spend her life in that remote town of a small central kingdom, living an uneventful existence. But in her first year as a priestess, war broke out.
It was hardly a war—just petty conflicts between insignificant nations, barely worth a footnote in the grand history of the continent.
Yet even so, it changed her life forever.
The dark sorcerers hired by both sides brought suffering to innocent people. She saw villages set ablaze, towns reduced to ruins, people wailing in agony, fertile land blackened by corruption...
Her foster mother, that kind-hearted nun, had died because of it.
It was the darkest time of her life. From then on, she despised those who wielded magic and loathed the masterminds behind the conflict—Wegner and Norsgul.
Norsgul, the very nation where the Holy Church resided, shook her faith in the God of Light itself.
She no longer relied on the cowardly bishop, nor did she retreat to the Holy Mountain with them. She would help the people and protect her homeland.
She picked up a massive, crude flail used for threshing in the village and, driven by sheer courage and brute force, drove away the bandits who sought to plunder in the chaos.
She healed the wounded with divine magic, but the flood of injured from all directions overwhelmed the village, clogging the streets...
Days and nights of endless fighting and healing left her body frail, her spirit nearly extinguished.
The moment of her deepest despair came when the terrifying dark sorcerers reappeared. She thought it would be her final prayer.
So she would always remember that scene—sunlight piercing the clouds, falling upon him as he reached out his hand to her.
For a time, she believed she had found that guiding light.
"Luo Wei, who saved me, must be the messenger sent by the gods," she had thought.
And everything that followed indeed matched her expectations. They unraveled conspiracies, confronted hidden dangers lurking in the shadows, and she grew stronger. The enigmatic Luo Wei became, in her eyes, the world's savior—just as the divine prophecy foretold, the day of redemption was truly at hand!
But all that hope had been shattered four years ago...
Eleya's gaze cleared, her eyes filled with complexity as she looked at Luo Wei.
"Thank you, but I no longer need your salvation. This is my choice, the path I am destined to walk."
"Oh." Luo Wei nodded. "Then go in peace."
"Huh?" Eleya was taken aback by his indifferent response.
Suddenly, Luo Wei smirked, his expression turning mischievous. "After you're gone, the rest of us will keep living happily in the old house. Don’t worry about us, and definitely don’t wonder what kind of fun activities we get up to every night~"
"You—" Eleya glared at him in exasperation. "Why would I care about that? Do whatever you want. Do you think I envy them?"
"Lies!" From a private residence at the street corner, Ophelia let out a cold laugh.
Tilis, observing Eleya’s expression through a magical projection, nodded repeatedly. "See? I told you she’s not as indifferent as she pretends to be."
"She’s just in denial," Ophelia murmured. "She’s definitely jealous deep down."
As the two whispered, a married couple in the living room stared blankly at the stack of banknotes on the table, then exchanged bewildered glances.
When the two women had barged in uninvited and thrust a fortune into their hands, the couple had thought they were dreaming...
"Strange things happen every year, but this year’s been especially weird..." The husband stuffed wads of cash into a bag and whispered, "Maybe we should head to the countryside for a while. Saint Callen feels... off lately."
"But this is Saint Callen... where the emperor lives. What could possibly go wrong?" his wife muttered.
"Just trust me on this. I’ve got a feeling something big’s coming..."
"Fine..." she reluctantly agreed.
...
Back at the food stall, Eleya pretended not to care and kept eating.
Helena, unable to contain her curiosity, leaned toward Luo Wei. "Brother, what kind of fun activities? Can I join too?"
Luo Wei grinned. "Sure, sure. Tonight, we’ll all play together."
Helena nodded eagerly.
"What?!" Eleya nearly choked. She stared at Luo Wei in shock. "Even Helena? She’s just a child!"
Luo Wei gave her a puzzled look. "What’s wrong with playing cards together at night? Since when do you police our fun?"
Eleya facepalmed, exasperated.
A whole year’s worth of emotional turmoil couldn’t compare to today—typical of him...
"But seriously, what if I insist on stopping you?" Luo Wei asked.
"No one can stop me. If you stand in my way, I won’t hesitate to kill you," Eleya replied instantly, her gaze turning cold and hollow again.
"Tch." Luo Wei scoffed. She was like a turtle retreating into its shell, unwilling to face him when it mattered.
As the three ate at the stall, Chief Raymond hurried over.
"Finally found you!"
"Luo Wei! Stop eating! We've got another case!"
Luo Wei glanced at the police chief, thinking to himself, How do you always manage to track me down at the worst possible time...
Seeing how flustered and hurried the chief looked, it had to be a major case. Luo Wei stood up and said to Eleya, "You're coming too."
"You're taking me along for your investigation?" Eleya switched back to her usual demeanor, her expression puzzled.
"I told you—I want you to watch as your schemes get dismantled, one by one," Luo Wei said with a smirk.
Sooner or later, she’d slip up. And when that happened, he’d see if she could keep that calm facade intact.

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.”

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find 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?"