Luo Wei certainly didn’t dare disturb Her. He simply stood at a distance, quietly observing Her form.
The image of the Bountiful Mother Goddess wasn’t too different from that of a Black Goat’s Young, though compared to those wailing, mucus-dripping offspring outside, the Mother Goddess’s appearance was actually rather pleasing to the eye...
Of course, this wasn’t because Luo Wei’s tastes were growing increasingly bizarre...
After all, the Mother Goddess was a deity who presided over life. Her massive, tree-crown-like limbs exuded a grotesque yet vibrant vitality.
After circling for a long while, Luo Wei arrived at the position of Her lower body.
Countless egg sacs lay quietly arranged there, each nurturing innumerable Black Goat’s Young. But all of it was frozen in place by the Mother Goddess’s deep slumber, turning this white space into their prison.
Luo Wei did his best to lighten his footsteps.
The Bountiful Mother Goddess was asleep, but She was not dead.
So under no circumstances should She be disturbed—otherwise, trouble would follow...
Just as he thought this, the white space abruptly trembled.
Luo Wei held his breath, his gaze fixed intently on the egg sacs. A few of the Black Goat’s Young twitched faintly...
What the hell?!
Luo Wei whipped his head toward the source of the tremor.
The sky—if the expanse above could even be called a "sky"—had noticeably darkened.
Luo Wei sprinted toward the direction of the disturbance.
Before long, he spotted Eleya in the distance.
At this moment, she seemed to have lost all reason. She was frantically casting divine spells, attacking herself in a self-destructive frenzy.
"Eleya?" Luo Wei rushed over in shock. "What are you doing?"
Eleya appeared deaf to the outside world. Her eyes were blood-red, her expression terrifyingly deranged.
After several Judgments rained down from above, Luo Wei witnessed an extremely gruesome sight.
Her limbs were severed in an instant, her chest and abdomen pierced through, even revealing glimpses of her internal organs...
"Holy shit! Stop this now!" Luo Wei tried using magic to intervene and even attempted potions to reduce her corruption levels.
But it was all futile—Eleya had completely lost control.
Her relentless, self-mutilating spellcasting made Luo Wei’s skin crawl. The worst part was that her body kept healing under the Holy Light, forcing her to repeat the bloody spectacle over and over...
The pristine ground was soon drenched in rivers of blood, a sight so horrifying it sent chills down Luo Wei’s spine...
But the true horror lay elsewhere...
[Eleya]
[Affection: 0]
[Corruption: 0]
...
[Eleya]
[Affection: 100]
[Corruption: 100]
Every time she harmed herself, it was Eleya’s human side acting, while her divine side struggled to stop it.
With Eleya in this state, communication and intervention were impossible...
Helpless, Luo Wei could only watch as the white world began to collapse around him.
[Warning!]
[Overload...]
[Overload...]
[System failure...]
The white sky grew increasingly murky, then mottled, corroded, pitch-black...
Countless wormhole-like rifts of corruption appeared in the heavens, and Luo Wei even caught glimpses of the endless abyss beyond.
In this world, white symbolized the sacred power of order.
The guiding light that led Luo Wei was white, this sealed space was white, and Eleya’s Holy Light was the whitest of all...
The "miracle" of white light was the origin of both magic and divine spells, the primordial force that shaped this world.
Now, the light sustaining this sealed space was rapidly fading.
Because the Bountiful Mother Goddess had awakened.
The indescribable entity fixed its gaze on Luo Wei’s back, and he heard the system’s prompt.
[Temporary Quest Failed]
[Anomaly spreading, breach irreparable...]
[Loading save...]
The next moment, Luo Wei found himself back in the pitch-black abyss.
He immediately turned around—the stone staircase stretched upward, leading to a tiny white speck in the distance: the exit.
This wasn’t the moment when he had bid farewell to the others. He should have already been trekking through the darkness for a long time.
Was the save point really here? Luo Wei barely remembered, having nearly lost himself in the endless dark back then.
He sprinted downward, stone steps materializing beneath his feet with each stride.
This time, he had to hurry!
He needed to understand what had happened to Eleya—otherwise, the sealed space would collapse again!
Luo Wei raced toward the abyss’s depths with desperate urgency, his speed so great that he left behind a crimson afterimage.
Yet despite his reckless sprint, he never fell into the abyss—every step landed perfectly on a newly formed foothold.
Upon touching the white light, Luo Wei returned once more to the boundless white sealed space.
The moment he found Eleya, he let out a mental sigh of relief.
Eleya was still normal now, standing solemnly in place as she stared at a strange, floating fragment before her.
"Luo Wei?!" Eleya turned in surprise.
Seeing him panting heavily, she paused her movements. "I didn’t expect you to make it here... But it’s fine. Accompany me on this final journey."
"E-Eleya, wait!" Luo Wei gasped for breath. "Don’t touch that thing!"
Eleya frowned slightly.
Luo Wei didn’t know what the fragment was, but it was undoubtedly the cause of Eleya’s later madness.
"The will of fate tells me this is what I’ve been searching for. Why shouldn’t I touch it?" she asked, puzzled.
"Because you’ll chop yourself into pieces..." Luo Wei stepped forward, blocking her path to the fragment.
After recounting what had happened, Eleya’s expression turned to disbelief.
"How could this be...? This is a fragment left behind by the God of Light..."
Luo Wei studied the fragment, and a system prompt appeared.
[Fragment of Eltuga, the God of Light]
[Danger Level: ★★★★]
[Path to Divinity—contact to restore memories and power]
The fragment’s danger level wasn’t as extreme as Luo Wei had feared, ranking the same as Usoma’s Heretical Tome. Yet it had driven Eleya to such madness...
So the danger likely wasn’t the fragment itself, but the memories it carried...
Wait a second—
Luo Wei suddenly realized something.
Eltuga, the God of Light?
At the end of his journey to Thornflower Castle, Luo Wei had learned that there were actually two Gods of Light. The original, Bader, was this world’s true deity. But the second one—that androgynous figure who had appeared out of nowhere—he’d never learned the name of...
Now, the truth was revealed. The second God of Light was called Eltuga?
That name was all too familiar. On his way here, he’d even used [Eltuga School Healing Magic] to treat Helena’s wounds...
El Tuga, the God of Magic, was a powerful mage from the ancient era of the Arcane Empire and the leader of the Continental Magic Association—the precursor to the Magic Hermitage.
The first time Luo Wei heard this name was from Tilis...
"Luo Wei? What's wrong?" Eleya asked, puzzled as she watched him lost in thought.
"Nothing, just a feeling..." Luo Wei murmured, "a sense of conspiracy in the air..."
"Conspiracy?" Eleya blinked in surprise. "Is there something wrong with this fragment?"
"I don’t know for sure. Just a hunch." Luo Wei stared at the floating fragment and slowly stepped forward.
"Are you still going to touch this thing?" he asked.
"Yes," Eleya nodded. "I’ve come this far. There’s no reason to back down now."
"Then let’s do it together," Luo Wei turned back to her.
"Together?" Eleya was taken aback. "Didn’t you say touching it might lead to something terrible?"
"Enough talking! Together!" Luo Wei’s expression was resolute. "Whatever memories it holds, we’ll face them side by side."
Eleya nodded, unconcerned about Luo Wei stealing the power within—after all, it was never his to begin with.
And so, they both reached out their hands.
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?"
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
