"Hmm?" Luo Wei turned to her. "What's wrong?"
Evelyn hesitated before finally speaking. "I remember... you disappeared there four years ago, didn't you?"
Luo Wei nodded. "That's right, but Tilis, Eleya, and I only went to the outskirts of the Black Forest."
Her emerald-green eyes darkened with worry as she let out a deep sigh. "Luo Wei, I know you're always right. You always make the correct choices, always find a way out of danger. But this time... this time is different..."
Luo Wei silently met her gaze.
Evelyn clenched her fists, struggling with her words. "Even though I've already decided to go with you—no matter how dangerous it gets, I'll stay by your side till the end—I still think you have a choice now. Luo Wei, if you'd just reconsider, we could turn back and go home right now..."
"Professor, I have to go. All the way to the heart of the Black Forest." There wasn't a trace of hesitation in Luo Wei's voice.
"But this time really is different!" Evelyn's tone sharpened with frustration. "No matter what happened before, it was always within your capabilities, wasn’t it? You could always imagine yourself overcoming every danger. But this? This is the same force that made you disappear four years ago! It must be something even you can't fathom—otherwise, why couldn’t you handle it back then?"
"I can't imagine what would happen if you disappeared again... I don’t want to take that risk..." Her eyes glistened with sorrow as she gazed at him. "Do you really have to go in yourself? What about hiring mercenaries? Or sending Tilis in your place? She's a spirit, isn’t she? Spirits can’t truly die..."
"Evelyn." Luo Wei called her name firmly. "No matter what, I’m going."
His expression was resolute, unshakable.
Eleya felt a calling in the unseen currents—she had her own mission, but wasn’t the same true for him?
Luo Wei, too, felt a summons.
Not from the gods, nor from anyone else—it had sprouted from deep within his own heart.
"Investigator, alongside your companions, uncover the truth veiled in mist... and save this world that was once beyond salvation..."
That had been the game’s tagline. At first, he’d treated it all with a mix of amusement and morbid curiosity.
But ever since arriving in this world, without realizing it, he had grown into a true investigator. Luo Wei had become part of this place.
Now, he truly believed he had a role to play here. The promises he’d made to Tilis weren’t just impulsive boasts.
Of course, setting aside sentimentality, there was another reason for his determination.
He no longer saw this as just a game. In fact, a question had taken root in his mind:
Was any of this really just a game?
At first, Luo Wei had thought he was the only one playing. He’d even wondered—why was no one online discussing such an intricately crafted world, such a labyrinthine story?
But ever since being pulled into this place, the more he thought about it, the stranger it all seemed...
Luo Wei needed to know the answer.
And now, he was closer than ever to finding it.
Seeing his unwavering resolve, Evelyn knew further persuasion was futile. Her shoulders slumped in defeat.
"Luo Wei, if that’s how it is... then don’t blame me for being unreasonable."
She turned her face away, voice quiet but firm. "Remember that favor you owe me?"
"Huh?" Luo Wei paused.
Evelyn folded her arms and let out a cold huff. "This was the condition for helping you become the Duke of Thorns. You promised me in the castle—no matter how difficult, you’d fulfill this one request. You’re not going back on your word, are you?"
"Professor, you mean..." Luo Wei’s smile turned awkward. He hadn’t expected her to use it like this.
"What else could I mean?" Evelyn stepped closer, eyes blazing. "You’re not going to the Black Forest! If you insist on going, send someone else in your place!"
"Ah, come on..." Luo Wei scratched his head helplessly. "Professor, can’t you ask for something else? I’ll do anything for you—just don’t stop me from this..."
"You’re really that determined?" Evelyn’s voice trembled with emotion. "Willing to risk your life for Eleya? Is she really worth that much to you?"
"No, Professor, you’ve got it wrong..." Luo Wei felt utterly wronged. Sure, Eleya was part of it, but that wasn’t his main motivation just now...
"Wrong how? After everything she’s put us through, you’re still rushing to save her!" Evelyn let out a bitter laugh. "Ah, of course—old flames burn brightest, don’t they? Seems she means far more to you than I do."
"Professor, it’s not about her!" Luo Wei reconsidered. "Well, maybe partly... but I mostly want to understand what happened four years ago..."
"I don’t care! I don’t care!"
Evelyn fumed, arms crossed as she turned away, refusing to even look at him.
"All I care about is that promise you made. Are you a man of your word or not?"
"I..." Faced with this side of Evelyn, Luo Wei was at a complete loss.
When she was sweet, she was utterly endearing—but when her temper flared, she was impossible to handle...
All he could do was try to gently soothe her.
"No! No going! And stop petting me!"
"Evelyn, you should let him go."
Hearing the familiar voice, Luo Wei immediately turned toward the tent entrance, where Tilis stood, smiling at him.
"Sorry I’m late. Gathering the mages took longer than expected," she explained.
"No problem, you’re here now." Luo Wei exhaled in relief at her arrival.
"Brother! And me too!!" Helena came bounding over excitedly.
Luo Wei grinned and spread his arms, catching her in a tight hug.
"We searched for so long! I thought we’d never find you again!" Helena’s small face scrunched up, her blue eyes shimmering with tears.
"How could that happen? I’m right here, aren’t I?" Luo Wei chuckled, booping her nose. "And I owe you big time for last week in the Royal Capital. Once this is over, I’ll make sure you get a proper reward!"
That day in the Royal Capital had been a whirlwind of chaos, his nerves stretched to the limit—he hadn’t even had the chance to properly thank her.
He’d heard Helena had been rescued by the Witch from a pile of wreckage, her steam-powered mech completely destroyed. It spoke volumes about how dire her situation had been.
“As long as I can help you, brother~” Helena buried her face deeper into his embrace, cooing sweetly, “You don’t need to reward me. Just promise you’ll stay with me forever and never leave—that’s all I want!”
Luo Wei affectionately ruffled her hair. “I’ll be with you every day. How could I ever bear to part from Helena?”
Helena beamed with joy and hugged him even tighter.
“Wait, someone’s missing. Where’s Ophelia?” Evelyn glanced around. Aside from Tilis and Helena, a few mages had arrived, but Ophelia was nowhere to be seen.
“I’m here.”
A shimmer of magic light flickered as Tilis projected Ophelia’s image before the group.
“Finally found you…” Ophelia’s anxious heart finally settled at the sight of Luo Wei, safe and sound.
“My apologies, everyone,” she said with a regretful expression. “The affairs of the Royal Capital demand my presence. I won’t be able to join you in facing the dangers of the Black Forest.”
“No worries. I’m enough here,” Tilis remarked dismissively. “Against a threat of divine scale, you wouldn’t be much help anyway. Just stay home—no one will blame you.”
“Was that supposed to comfort me or insult me…?” Ophelia muttered under her breath.
Evelyn snorted. “Back then, you refused to let me leave the Northern Frontier. Now it’s your turn to be stuck in the Royal Capital. How does it feel?”
“Now I understand how you must have felt,” Ophelia admitted with a wry smile, realizing how the tables had turned.
“Hah!” Evelyn grinned in triumph.

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?"

for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?

villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)

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.”