"Who—who are you?!"
Eleya desperately fought to regain control of her body, shouting furiously at the other presence, "Get out! Stop manipulating my body!"
"You already know who I am, child."
Eltuga sighed softly. "I thank you for everything you’ve done. Reaching the Abyss must have been unimaginably dangerous for you. But now, it’s all over."
"I changed my mind! I don’t want to become you! And I won’t help you revive!" Eleya screamed in rage. "You vile, filthy dark sorcerer—stay here and sleep forever with the Mother of Abundance!"
"Dark sorcerer? What’s that?" Eltuga frowned slightly.
Clearly, she had no idea that, thousands of years later, mages had become outcasts, hunted and reviled.
"Child, why are you so agitated?" Eltuga asked, puzzled.
"You are a part of me. You are me. Everything we’ve strived for is to bring light back to this world. Shouldn’t you feel honored? Shouldn’t you be excited?"
"I feel nothing of the sort, you false god!!" Eleya’s face twisted with fury. "And I am not you! Stop spouting nonsense!"
"But you are me." Eltuga shook her head with a faint smile. "Eleya, this identity of yours is but a fleeting moment in my long existence. Not just you—every fragment scattered across this world is me. Yet, you’re the only one who didn’t disappoint me. You’re the only one who made it this far."
Eleya froze.
Eltuga’s words plunged her into confusion and doubt...
It was true. Her body originated from Eltuga. She was just a fragment of her. There was no denying that.
And compared to Eltuga’s endless lifespan, her own twenty years of memories seemed insignificant—like a single grain of sand in the vast ocean.
So...
I am her?
I am Eltuga?
"I understand your resistance and doubt. After all, everyone is the protagonist of their own story. But you must remember—your life was a gift from me."
Eltuga’s voice was calm, almost indifferent. "And since it was given by me, it can also be taken back. After all, the reason I created you was for that grand and beautiful ideal."
"You are merely another facet of my personality. I’ve given you ample time to reflect—a courtesy for the hardships you’ve endured."
"Now, I will reclaim you."
"Eleya! Don’t give up!" Luo Wei stared desperately at the figure before him. Eleya’s consciousness was fading—she seemed ready to surrender.
He shook her slender shoulders, trying to rouse her.
"You’re not her! Have you forgotten what you said? You wanted to find the true light! But Eltuga is not the true light!"
"A high-ranking black-robed mage?" Eltuga studied the frantic young man with mild curiosity. "How did someone of your strength even reach the Seal of the Abyss?"
"Shut up, you old hag!" Luo Wei snapped. "A ghost who’s been dead for thousands of years should stay buried! Stop haunting the living!"
The insults didn’t faze Eltuga. She merely smiled and pushed him away.
"So, you’re an enemy."
A divine spell—far more terrifying than anything Eleya had ever conjured—materialized in an instant. Luo Wei barely dodged, stumbling back in panic.
"Oh? It seems I’ve grown rusty after so long without casting."
Eltuga mused to herself, stretching slightly before turning her cold gaze back to Luo Wei.
In the next moment—
A blinding white light erupted, an unfathomable power surging through the air. Luo Wei’s heart skipped a beat as the scent of death washed over him.
He had no doubt—Eltuga could obliterate him effortlessly.
After all, this was the being who had sealed away the Old Ones. Compared to her, even the formidable Witch Queen paled in comparison...
Luo Wei braced himself, ready to reset the timeline once more...
But then—
Eltuga froze.
Luo Wei’s eyes widened. A flicker of panic flashed across Eltuga’s face.
It was Eleya.
"Don’t you dare hurt him, you wretched false god!!"
"False god?" Eltuga chuckled. "I’ve heard that insult for millennia. A fragment will always remain a fragment—you still don’t truly understand me."
"And I never will!" Eleya sneered. "Your so-called ‘truth’ has long been corrupted! You’re nothing but a stubborn, delusional fanatic! Your resurrection will only bring disaster!"
"Because the truth has been corrupted, my return is all the more necessary," Eltuga countered with a sigh. "Just as you were called, so was I. This is my destiny."
"You’re unworthy!"
"Whether I am or not is not for a mere fragment to decide. You’ve wasted enough of my time. Now—disappear."
In the battle for control, Eleya was losing ground fast.
Luo Wei watched helplessly as her presence dimmed. Desperate, he cried out:
"Eleya, wake up! If you merge with her, you’ll cease to exist!"
This was no battle of strength—it was a war of wills.
"Remember the days we spent together! Didn’t you always cherish them?"
"This is your only chance! If you surrender now, you’ll never get them back! Every memory—every moment—will vanish!"
Eleya’s eyes snapped open.
The pure white world blurred. Fragments of the past surfaced—the lively warmth of the old mansion, the family she had silently watched over.
She hadn’t spoken much, but she had always smiled, content to protect them in her own way...
She remembered how she’d tried, time and again, to persuade Tilis to embrace the Holy Light—only to be met with eye rolls and mocking laughter.
But she’d never been condescending, never looked down on witches like the church did. She hadn’t meant to offend Tilis...
She remembered Ophelia, the proud imperial princess who’d constantly complained about the cramped, shabby rooms.
But to Eleya, that house had been palatial compared to her tiny village home...
Such a spoiled noble...
Then again, Ophelia was royalty, born with silver grace in her veins...
And Helena—sweet-faced, sweet-voiced Helena, with darkness coiled in her heart.
That girl...
Every time she saw others alone with his older brother, those restless blue eyes would flicker about, clearly brewing some mischievous scheme in her mind...
No one else could detect Helena's little thoughts, but she knew—though given the girl's timid nature, she'd probably never dare confess them to her brother outright...
As for Luo Wei...
Eleya's gaze shimmered faintly as she stared intently at the man she loved deeply.
Happy memories with him? There were far too many.
To Eleya, every moment spent with him was a cherished memory...
"What on earth are you thinking?! Stop invading my mind!!" Eltuga's usually indifferent expression finally cracked. "A mere twenty years of memories and personality, and you dare try to claim this divine body that was never yours? Go back! Return to where you belong! Disappear!!"
"Twenty years or not," Luo Wei scoffed at her, "those memories are still precious and beautiful to us, no matter how fleeting."
"If Eleya's personality vanishes, what good are those millennia of memories? They'd be worthless to us!"
"Shut—!"
Before Eltuga could finish her outburst, Eleya seized control of the body again.
"Not insignificant, not insignificant..."
She muttered incessantly, her expression growing more fervent and elated.
"Yes, that's it, that's it..."
What did it matter if she was as small as a grain of sand in the ocean? She wasn’t Eltuga—she was herself!
Without those cherished emotions and memories, what meaning was there in becoming a god? None at all!!
"Life is always brief yet brilliant," Luo Wei recalled a line from a book. Watching Eleya regain her humanity, he smiled in relief. "She is your past, but not your entirety. The light you chase is far more genuine than Eltuga. Eleya, I’m willing to walk with you in this life to find that light."
"That light..."
Tears welled uncontrollably, quickly blurring Eleya’s vision.
Yes, that light.
At the most desperate moment of her life—
Amid the ruins of a village, when sunlight pierced the clouds and fell upon him, he had reached out his hand to her.
Eleya would never forget that scene.
That light... she had already found it long ago.
"Disappear!!" Eltuga grew increasingly agitated. For a long time now, she hadn’t been able to assimilate this personality, and it was making her nervous.
"I’m not your possession! You have no right to erase me!" Eleya roared in defiance.
"You’re just a fragment of me!"
"No! I am me! I am Eleya!!"
The chaotic energy—whether divine or magical—grew more unstable, more violent. Luo Wei tensed, his eyes darting to the sky as the pristine world began trembling again.
"This won’t do... the Bountiful Mother will awaken..."
If She woke again, all his efforts would be for nothing!
"Eltuga, stop! You’ll destroy the sealed realm! If the Mother escapes, it’s the last thing you’d want!"
But Eltuga ignored him, the power around her body surging wildly.
"Damn it!" Luo Wei realized he’d overestimated her. "Selfish wretch! I thought you were noble, but you’re just afraid to die!"
As the two personalities wrestled for control, Luo Wei glanced at the Bountiful Mother. Was it his imagination, or had that mountain-like form twitched slightly...
"Screw this! I’ll deal with you two later!" Luo Wei sprinted toward the Mother, scrambling to fulfill his duty as the "Administrator."
"Eleya, hold her off! Don’t let her ambush me from behind!"
Then he stretched out his hand, muttering in frustration, "How the hell do I use the Primordial Force? Couldn’t you at least leave a manual? How am I supposed to patch the breach?!"

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?"

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”