The next morning.
Sunlight streamed through the open window, filling the room.
The dining table was already set with steaming porridge and simple bread.
Qin Luo was nearby, brewing a pot of stomach-warming tea.
Outside the house.
Zhu Lan, with dark circles under her eyes, yawned.
She was always on duty.
But her gaze was a bit dazed. What exactly happened last night?
Inside, at the dining table.
Su Muwan, Yan Qiuyue, and Su Bailian looked listless and worn out.
Su Muwan stared blankly at the ceiling, feeling strange. She was sure something had happened last night, but why couldn’t she remember?
Yan Qiuyue looked down at the table in confusion. How odd, what was she even here for?
Su Bailian sneezed, looking utterly drained. How strange, why wasn’t she sleeping in her velvet-covered bed? And... it felt like she had forgotten something important.
After the noisy night, all that remained was a splitting headache from the hangover.
Tap.
"Stop overthinking it. Come and have some tea to warm your stomach," Qin Luo said.
He was wearing a shark-themed apron, carrying a teapot and a few cups, which he placed on the table.
Hearing Qin Luo's voice, Su Muwan’s dazed state eased slightly.
Her hair was a mess, and she looked like she was questioning her life. "Qin Luo... how much did we drink last night? I feel like I got hit by a truck..."
"Don’t worry, Miss. Getting hit by a truck to go to another world isn’t in style anymore."
"What other world?"
"Never mind. As for how much you drank last night..."
Qin Luo poured tea for Su Muwan while gesturing toward a towering pyramid of empty bottles. "Take a look. This is your handiwork from last night."
The group glanced over and immediately winced.
This was clearly not a normal amount of wine for anyone to consume.
Did we... really drink that much?
We blacked out!
Did we do something we shouldn’t have?!
They all thought of this at the same time and instinctively turned to Qin Luo.
Qin Luo shook his head helplessly and shrugged. "I know what you’re thinking."
"But sorry to disappoint, nothing like that happened."
"The game only got halfway through before Miss Yan and Su Bailian passed out."
Oh, that’s a relief.
Yan Qiuyue and Su Bailian let out a sigh of relief.
They vaguely remembered Su Muwan getting drunk and calling them over to join her.
After a few drinks, they lost consciousness.
So they just fell asleep... that’s good.
Su Muwan nodded as well. So that’s what happened.
Wait.
She frowned, sipping her tea while giving Qin Luo a strange look. "Hold on, Qin Luo. What about me?"
"You said they passed out, but what about me?"
Hearing this.
"You..."
Qin Luo glanced at Su Muwan, his eyes lingering on her full, red lips for a moment.
He quickly looked away and coughed. "You... fell asleep too."
Su Muwan: ?? What’s with that reaction?
She shot up from her seat, pointing at Qin Luo in shock. "No! That reaction is off!"
"There’s something you’re not telling me, isn’t there?!"
"Qin Luo! What did I do last night?!"
Su Muwan’s heart raced. They say drunk words are sober thoughts.
Originally, she had planned to get Qin Luo to spill some truths, but something must have gone wrong along the way.
She ended up getting drunk instead.
And then... there was nothing after that.
Now, seeing Qin Luo’s evasive attitude...
No way! Did something really happen?!
"Really, Miss, there’s nothing. Just eat your breakfast."
"Qin Luo!"
Meanwhile.
At the Su residence.
"Woof!"
Boqi trotted over to his food bowl.
He was carrying a scarf in his mouth, something he always needed to wear around his neck before eating.
But this time...
Boqi glanced at his empty bowl.
His eyes went blank.
"Woof??"
...
...
Breakfast was over.
Splash, splash~!
In the bathroom.
Su Muwan leaned against the sink, her eyes closed as she tried to recall the events of last night.
Though her memory was hazy, she was, after all, a powerhouse who had surpassed the peak of the Ascension Realm.
Fragments of memories flickered in her mind.
Huh?
Why did I get drunk even after reaching the state of returning to simplicity?
Su Muwan frowned. Never mind, now wasn’t the time to dwell on that.
She vaguely remembered saying some bold things under the influence of alcohol.
Bold things...
Su Muwan reached into her pocket and pulled out a crumpled little card.
On it was written:
[Kiss any player of your choice.]
Hmm...
Why was this card in her pocket...
Su Muwan stared at the card in her hand, her mind racing.
Buzz!
Her face flushed, and her pupils shook.
Did I... kiss Qin Luo?!
Thinking back to Qin Luo’s earlier behavior, no way!
Could it be?!
Su Muwan covered her face, shocked. Did I really do something like that?!
Come to think of it, Qin Luo kept glancing at my lips during breakfast.
Ah!
Oh my god!
But the next second, she noticed something off.
Wait, there’s no way we kissed!
Su Muwan shook her head.
Su Muwan’s little lecture began.
From past experiences, even simple contact with Qin Luo could boost her cultivation speed.
Sharing an item with him—essentially an indirect kiss—boosted it even more!
So, if they had actually kissed... wouldn’t her cultivation speed have skyrocketed?!
But...
Su Muwan checked her dantian.
Her cultivation speed hadn’t increased at all...
Therefore!
Su Muwan clenched the card and nodded firmly.
Qin Luo and I! Absolutely did not do anything last night!
"Haha, that’s so like you, Su Muwan!"
Su Muwan had figured it out, but for some reason...
She felt a little disappointed. Why was that?
Suddenly.
A figure flashed past the bathroom door—it was Qin Luo.
Su Muwan instinctively poked her head out to look.
She saw Qin Luo pushing a small laundry basket toward the laundry room.
Su Muwan blinked, then tiptoed over and tapped Qin Luo on the shoulder. "Qin Luo, wait a second."
Qin Luo paused, stopping what he was doing. He turned to look at Su Muwan, who was already crouching down and rummaging through the basket.
His mouth twitched. "Miss, what are you doing?"
"Asking me what I’m doing..."
Su Muwan casually picked up a white shirt—clearly Qin Luo’s.
She frowned at the stains on it.
This would need to be blurred out for broadcast!
"How did this happen?"
Su Muwan looked up at Qin Luo, puzzled.
"Weren’t it just the few of us last night?"
"Did you throw up on yourself?"
Qin Luo grabbed the shirt back. He looked at Su Muwan, thought for a moment, and then coughed lightly. "It wasn’t me."
With that, he pushed the basket toward the laundry room.
As for Su Muwan, she frowned.
Su Bailian, Yan Qiuyue, and Zhu Lan had all passed out.
And it wasn’t Qin Luo.
So who was it?
Ugh, thinking about it made her head hurt.
Forget it, she’d stop overthinking.
Su Muwan stood up, about to head off and change her clothes.
But then she blinked.
And suddenly turned her head to look in the direction Qin Luo had gone.
Huh?
Wait a minute...
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
