That evening, at the Song family residence.
Song Zihan was pacing back and forth at home.
Her expression showed signs of anxiety and unease.
What's going on? It's so late, why hasn't her brother returned yet?
Could it be that Su Muwan, that vicious woman, had...
Song Zihan quickly shook her head at the thought. Impossible.
Stop scaring yourself, Song Zihan - your brother is the Rakshasa King of the Rakshasa Palace!
He's the youngest and most talented! The only super prodigy who can master and integrate all martial arts!
Someone like Su Muwan couldn't possibly harm my brother!!
That's right, big brother must have already helped me get revenge!
Just then.
Click~
The front door opened.
Song Zihan's face lit up with joy as she rushed over excitedly to greet him: "Brother! You're back... huh?"
As she spoke.
Song Zihan froze.
Because.
Apart from Song Ming's swollen face, behind him... there was a pitiful-looking young woman who only poked her head out.
Song Zihan's smile instantly vanished as she snapped: "Who are you!?"
"Eek—!"
Su Bailian was clearly startled, her face turning deathly pale as if she might shatter at the slightest touch.
Her large eyes immediately welled up with tears that seemed ready to fall at any moment.
Her rosy lips trembled slightly, appearing extremely helpless.
She gently bit her lower lip, timidly glancing around.
Especially after seeing Song Zihan's fierce attitude, she trembled even more in fear.
She clutched Song Ming's clothes tightly with her delicate fingers, as if he was her only support.
Her voice was as weak as a mosquito's: "Brother Ming, should I not have come with you? Am I... am I causing you trouble again?"
Upon hearing this.
Song Ming quickly turned around, his eyes showing a hint of pity and guilt: "Little Lotus, don't be afraid, I'm here for you."
Then, while protecting Su Bailian, he frowned at Song Zihan and scolded: "Song Zihan! What kind of attitude is that!"
"Little Lotus will be your sister from now on, you need to treat her better!!"
Hearing this.
Song Zihan's expression changed as she screamed: "What!"
She looked at the pitiful Su Bailian and exclaimed in disbelief: "Brother? Are you joking?!"
"I'm not joking with you."
Hearing this definitive tone.
Song Zihan was shocked - since childhood, she had been the only precious daughter in the Song family.
But... now looking at this.
There was going to be another one?
"Is she Father's illegitimate daughter?!"
"What kind of talk is that?! Anyway, she's going to be part of our family now, I've already spoken to Father about it."
Song Ming said, then turned to Su Bailian gently and said: "Little Lotus, this is my sister, Song Zihan, she'll be your sister from now on."
"And Song Zihan, you're older than Little Lotus, so be more accommodating to her in the future."
Hearing this.
Su Bailian finally pretended to nervously look at Song Zihan and said in a sweet voice: "Hello, Sister Zihan..."
Hmm, the Song family's house is quite big, I wonder how wealthy they are~
Looking at the sparkling woman before her.
Song Zihan's expression instantly turned as ugly as if she had eaten something rotten.
What on earth was going on?!!!
....
.....
At the Su residence.
Another lazy evening.
"Hm hm hm~~"
"Hee hee hee~!"
Su Muwan was happy.
Heaven rewards those who persevere.
All her previous efforts had finally paid off!
Look! Look!
Tomorrow, that T0 protagonist warrior god would come to express his gratitude to her!
Huh?
You ask why he's not coming to cause trouble?
Haha!
Don't be ridiculous!
The warrior god's wife and daughter are living comfortably in her company, earning 30,000 a month and living in a luxurious villa!!
Just based on this!
Warrior god! What grounds do you have to cause trouble for this young lady?!
As she thought about this.
Plop~
Su Muwan lazily rolled over, resting her head on Qin Luo's lap.
Her long hair spread out like a black waterfall, naturally draping over Qin Luo's legs.
Controller on!
Click click click!
Monkey God!! Start!!!
Mm, what a cute lazy young lady indeed.
Qin Luo smiled as he watched Su Muwan, whose expression mixed laziness with a hint of pride.
His slender fingers gently massaged her shoulders.
His movements were gentle yet firm, seemingly able to find every tense muscle point.
This made Su Muwan squirm while playing her game, trying to resist the comfortable sensation.
"Qin Luo~ Here, here~ Press a bit harder."
Su Muwan directed Qin Luo's hands while keeping her eyes on the screen.
Her voice carried a natural and casual tone.
As if having Qin Luo do this was already part of her daily routine.
Qin Luo smiled slightly at her words and obediently increased the pressure: "Is this better?"
"Mm~!"
"For a mere Qin Luo, you're doing quite well~~"
"This young lady will reluctantly praise you a bit!"
Su Muwan's lips curled into a slight smile.
Hehe.
Too comfortable!
Games! Air conditioning! Massage!
This is the life this young lady wants to live in this lifetime!
Thinking about this.
Su Muwan seemed to remember that she was the young lady, so she spoke in a very mature tone: "Oh Qin Luo, Qin Luo, you still have much to learn from this young lady in many aspects."
"Oh? Like what?"
"Hmph, like not always thinking about going out to cause trouble, we sometimes need to use our brains more."
"If this young lady hadn't taken in the warrior god's wife and daughter, guess what attitude the warrior god would have tomorrow?"
"Umm... calling young lady a vicious woman?"
"Cough!"
Su Muwan choked, then glared at Qin Luo with embarrassment.
However.
Looking at the smiling Qin Luo.
Su Muwan still couldn't find words to retort.
Finally, she cleared her throat: "That's the principle."
"But!"
She showed a proud expression, her lips curling up as she confidently said: "Through this young lady's earlier charitable work."
"Tomorrow! The warrior god will definitely come to thank this young lady!"
"Real gratitude or fake gratitude?"
"Guaranteed."
Qin Luo smiled: "As long as young lady is happy."
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan let out a light snort, then seemed to think of something and looked up at Qin Luo, blinking: "By the way, Qin Luo, how is Su Bailian doing in the Song family?"
"Tell me..."
She showed a schadenfreude expression: "Is that little white lotus already crying and making a scene after getting snubbed in the Song family?"
Haha, Su Bailian!
You think your act is that good?!
Don't joke!
The Su family was deceived by you only because they're all kind-hearted people.
But!
The Song family isn't like the Su family, they're an underworld family!
How could a little white lotus like you possibly fit in there?!
Hearing this, Qin Luo calculated briefly, then shook his head and smiled: "As long as young lady is happy."
"??"
"Qin Luo, what do you mean by that!"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
