At a small outdoor table in the amusement park, sunlight spilled onto the surface, casting dappled shadows through the gaps in the leaves.
Su Muwan listlessly sprawled on the table, her chin resting on the surface and her arms dangling limply. She kept muttering, "I'm so hungry, so hungry! I might starve to death here!"
"Luo Luo~!"
She lifted her head and looked at Qin Luo, who remained unmoved beside her. Blinking her eyes, she sparkled with excitement and said, "I want cotton candy, roasted potato skewers, crepes, and a sundae! Oh, and some matcha chocolate cake too!"
So why is it all snacks?
Qin Luo chuckled softly, a faint smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he looked at the nearly famished young lady. "Alright, Miss, let's go grab some snacks first."
However.
"Eh..."
Su Muwan slumped back onto the table, lazily saying, "But I'm so tired from playing. I don't want to move. Luo Luo, go buy them for me."
"Miss, does this really fit your cool and domineering persona?"
Ahem!
Su Muwan's expression stiffened at his words. She cleared her throat, took a moment to compose herself, and then opened her eyes, shining brightly at Qin Luo. "Luo Luo! Please, please, please! Buy them for me!"
Please...
Please...
You...
A second later.
Qin Luo looked at Su Muwan, whose eyes were now sparkling like little stars, and reluctantly stood up. He sighed softly, "This is just too unfair, Miss."
"Wait here for a bit."
"Yay!"
Su Muwan giggled.
Little Qin Luo, totally under my control!
Meanwhile.
In the shadows.
A figure emerged, dressed in a peach-colored kimono. Behind a folding fan that covered half her face, her lips curled into a slight smile.
Her gaze followed Qin Luo's retreating figure.
With a faint smirk, she whispered, "Send someone to follow him. Wait for the right moment... and kill him."
"Yes!"
Swish, swish, swish—!
In an instant, several masked figures vanished into the shadows, swiftly heading toward Qin Luo.
Alright.
Now then.
Sakurata Momo observed Su Muwan, who was still sitting there, with great interest.
Having finally returned from that damned alternate world.
Let me see what you and that so-called lackey of yours are capable of!
Thinking this.
Sakurata Momo closed her folding fan and snapped her fingers lightly, her eyes glowing with a faint light.
[Nightmare]! Activate!
Hum—!
In an instant.
The sky gradually darkened, and the surroundings twisted and distorted.
The cheerful laughter faded into silence, and the colorful amusement park rides turned eerie and sinister. The once merry-go-round horses transformed into terrifying skeletal steeds.
The smell of rust and blood began to permeate the air.
The shopkeepers' eyes became hollow, and the tourists on the streets slowly stopped walking and looked up.
The sun in the sky had unknowingly turned into a crimson orb!
Hum—!
A cold wind blew past.
Su Muwan lifted her head and blinked, looking at the bright sky. "Strange, why do I suddenly have this bad feeling?"
Never mind.
Su Muwan fiddled with her phone, wanting to scroll through some short videos.
But...
"Huh? Why is there no signal?"
Su Muwan sighed in frustration. "Can't they build a few more signal towers? If I get really mad, I might just take over and unify them all!"
In the shadows.
Sakurata Momo's gaze sharpened.
The [Nightmare], an SSS-level ability, could plunge an area into a living nightmare.
The power of this ability could affect reality itself.
It could also make people within its range unable to distinguish between reality and illusion.
However, from Su Muwan's reaction just now, it was clear that she had sensed something.
Heh, as expected of Su Muwan.
But unfortunately.
Sakurata Momo clenched her fist. Your perception is still far too weak!
You see!
In that alternate world, what she had experienced was nothing short of hell.
Yet she had endured and survived.
Her abilities had long since reached an unprecedented level!
Even you, Su Muwan, could never see through my methods!
This time, having returned, she was determined to lead the Sakurata family... to the pinnacle of Cherry Blossom City's underworld!
As for that lackey of yours.
If nothing goes wrong, he should already be dead by now.
....
....
Meanwhile.
"Boss, two cotton candies."
"Wait, just one."
After scanning the payment code, Qin Luo sat down and waited patiently.
A smile played on his lips as he recalled the amusing moments he had shared with Su Muwan over the past couple of days.
Hmm, the young lady is really adorable.
I'll buy all the sweets and then trick her into eating them with me.
Qin Luo, you're a genius.
Just as he was thinking this.
"Qin Luo!"
Su Muwan's voice came from a distance.
Qin Luo was startled and turned to look. He saw Su Muwan waving at him as she ran over.
He chuckled softly.
Oh, she couldn't wait... huh?
Qin Luo was about to respond, but as he watched Su Muwan running toward him, his expression suddenly darkened.
No, something feels off.
"Qin Luo, I thought about it and decided to come with you to buy the snacks."
Su Muwan playfully walked up to Qin Luo, her eyes shyly looking up at him as she said, "I just like being with you."
As she spoke, she reached out to take Qin Luo's arm.
Slap!
Qin Luo stood up and coldly swatted her hand away.
"Ouch! Qin Luo, what are you doing?"
Su Muwan winced in pain, her expression one of disbelief as she looked at Qin Luo's cold face. She pouted, "You hurt me."
"Are you mad because I asked you to go buy them alone?"
Su Muwan reached out again, trying to hold Qin Luo's arm. "I'm sorry..."
But.
Slap!
Qin Luo swatted her hand away again.
This time.
Su Muwan's expression froze.
Huh?
What... is going on?
The next second.
"Hah..."
"Should I call you idiots, or just plain stupid?"
Qin Luo sighed impatiently, his voice dripping with disdain. Then, with icy coldness in his eyes, he glared at the 'Su Muwan' before him and said, "Don't you dare impersonate the young lady I love in front of me!"
As he spoke.
Slap—!!
Qin Luo suddenly struck out, his hand slamming into the shocked face of the imposter.
"Ugh—!"
Thud!!
The figure fell to the ground, and with a puff of smoke, transformed into a female ninja with a shattered mask, her face filled with terror.
At the same time.
Crack!
Like a mirror shattering, the surrounding scenery completely collapsed.
Revealing its true form.
A cold wind blew past.
Qin Luo looked at the blood-red sun and the gloomy, gray amusement park around him.
He couldn't help but sneer. Staring at the terrified woman before him, he said coldly, "It's not even Mid-Autumn Festival, and yet you're already so eager to reunite."
Swish, swish, swish!!
The hidden figures could no longer hold back. They leaped out one by one, staring in shock at Qin Luo, who had seen through everything.
"How did you figure it out?!"
"Lord's ability should never fail!"
One of them couldn't help but ask.
"Ha! Idiots!"
Qin Luo sneered, a dark glint flashing in his eyes.
Gurgle, gurgle!!
Thick, black mist began to surge from the amusement park.
One after another, shadowy creatures emerged.
And Qin Luo transformed into the Shadow Monarch, his voice booming like thunder in the ears of the ninjas present.
"Don't you dare underestimate... the bond between me and the young lady, you fools!!"
"My foot radar never fails!!!!"
Everyone: !!
What on earth are you talking about!!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
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?"
