Chen Miemie hadn't even left the Society yet.
His watch received a new message.
The message was from his partner, the Ninth Seat of the Silver Moon, [Painter] Xi. They had just exchanged contact information.
Time: 21:17
Sender: [Painter] Xi
Content: I have something important to discuss with you. Please come to my room on the second floor of the Society.
"Little Leng, how do I get to the second floor? Where is Xi's room?"
Leng Ruxue froze for a long moment before realizing that "Little Leng" was directed at him.
"You can call me Vice President Leng. Of course, I wouldn't mind if you drop the 'Vice' part."
"I challenged the President and fought to a draw, making me a half-step President. Are you really that reluctant to let me call you Little Leng?" Chen Miemie looked displeased.
Leng Ruxue thought about it for a second and nodded. "I'll take you there."
Leng Ruxue wasn't agreeing with the "half-step President" claim; he was recalling Chen Miemie's unkillable nature.
If he possessed that level of [Immortality], he figured he would be even more arrogant than Chen Miemie.
On the way, the aloof Vice President Leng naturally couldn't keep his mouth shut.
"Chen Miemie, you're quite something. Just graduated, and you already have such strong [Immortality]. It's truly enviable."
For all Mystics, the advancement of their [Mystery] was a step-by-step process, moving from low to high in a relatively fair manner.
[Immortality] was different. Everyone's starting [Immortality] was on par with their own [Mystery], but for some creatures, their [Immortality] would far exceed their [Mystery]. Bloodkin, for example, were born with naturally high [Immortality].
Chen Miemie comforted his future subordinate:
"Don't be discouraged. I also endured the harsh beatings of life and suffered the bitter realities before slowly training myself to my current level."
Leng Ruxue sighed. "I've tried that training method too. Unfortunately, it didn't work very well for me."
"Oh? Is there a story there? Tell me about it."
Leng Ruxue looked up at the moon. "Life knocked me to the ground, and I found that lying down was more comfortable than standing up. What doesn't kill me just keeps hitting me. Sigh..."
Chen Miemie suddenly felt a chill and quickly ended the topic.
The so-called second floor of the Society was actually quite high up. In any other building, it would probably be at least the fourth floor.
The cave-like hall of the [Silver Moon Court] had an incredibly high ceiling, which made its second floor correspondingly high.
The structure of the second floor reverted to a normal residential layout, with about a dozen rooms on the entire floor.
"Our Society gathered through our shared faith in the moon. The members live quite scattered; this is just a place for them to occasionally rest."
Chen Miemie stared at Leng Ruxue without saying a word.
Leng Ruxue instantly understood his meaning. "You have one too. A room will be arranged for you."
A smile immediately appeared on Chen Miemie's face.
The two arrived at a room door.
There was a frost moon pattern on the door, along with the number 9.
"This is Xi's room. Doors with numbers correspond to the rooms of the Seat holders. I'll be taking my leave now."
Leng Ruxue left straight away.
Since Xi hadn't invited him, he wouldn't take the initiative to enter another Mystic's private room.
Chen Miemie knocked on the door. "It's Chen Miemie."
"Come in."
The door was unlocked, and Chen Miemie pushed it open.
His first glance inside.
Messy. Very messy. Extremely cluttered.
The entire room was filled with easels and canvases. Pen holders stuffed with paintbrushes were everywhere, and the floor was splattered with various colors of paint.
Xi was half-lying on a sofa bed, holding a paintbrush and gesturing towards a canvas, seemingly planning the proportions of a painting.
Chen Miemie only took one look at Xi before quickly averting his gaze, not daring to stare.
Looking too much could easily become addictive.
His designated Ninth Seat partner was languid yet charming, focused yet aloof, innocent yet alluring—a complete walking contradiction.
"You're here." Xi put down her paintbrush, still maintaining her reclining posture without any intention of sitting up properly to speak.
"Mhm." Chen Miemie couldn't find a single place to sit in the room.
"I'll have to trouble you to stand for a while. You probably heard the daily rule our President just refreshed: 'Once you get into bed, you must stay in bed for a full 10 hours.' When I heard it, I had already lain down, so I can't get out of bed. I could only call you up here."
Chen Miemie let out an "Oh."
No wonder she called him up. It turned out she was stuck in bed thanks to that Rubik's Cube head, Feina.
"As partners, what exactly are we going to be doing together?"
"The Society often receives various request missions. Some are dangerous, some offer high rewards, and some are semi-mandatorily assigned. There are also collective activities where the Society acts together. Groups that are willing can take them on."
"No problem, but I prefer acting at night."
"That's fine. Most people in our Society prefer the night. Before we act together, we need to understand each other's basic abilities."
Chen Miemie found this a bit strange. "Aren't we supposed to keep our [Mystery] a secret from others?"
"Chen Miemie, you might not be very clear on what being in the same Society means in the Mystic circles."
"What does it mean?"
"Once you join a Society, there is no quitting, except through death."
"Ah! The [Silver Moon Court] is that tyrannical?!"
"No, all Societies are like this."
The surprise on Chen Miemie's face lasted barely two seconds before it was replaced by joy. "So, you're saying this is a lifelong iron rice bowl?"
Xi was truly the aloof type and didn't play along with Chen Miemie's joke:
"Joining a Society means becoming a community of mystery. Every [Mystery] is an isolated island, but when facing the vast ocean, one still needs companions. Therefore, members of the same Society share a certain degree of trust.
And a partner is an exclusive role, even closer than fellow Society members. It's highly likely that you'll spend more time together than with family, fighting side by side and experiencing life and death."
Chen Miemie didn't interrupt, quietly listening until she finished before speaking.
"If partners are so intimate and important, what happens if you realize halfway through that you chose the wrong person?"
"You make your choice, you bear the consequences.
I have already seen part of your [Mystery]. I am very satisfied with your unparalleled [Immortality], and I admire your courage in challenging the President.
So, now it is time to let you see my [Mystery]."
"My public codename is [Painter], but my actual, hidden full title is [Probability Painter]. I can paint with light, shadow, and 'possibility'.
As long as it is an unfinished painting of mine, it will randomly evolve. The colors mix themselves at every moment, the lines change on their own, and every second it becomes a new piece of work."
As [Probability Painter] Xi lifted her disguise.
All the paintings on the canvases throughout the entire room came "alive."
Every image slowly shifted on its own; lines wriggled like earthworms, and colors twisted like whirlpools.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
