The next day.
Sunlight filtered through the curtains, bathing the room in a warm glow.
Su Muwan stirred awake under the gentle touch of the morning sun, the soft sound of the breeze whispering in her ears.
"Mmm~~"
She stretched, shaking off the remnants of sleep, and sat up, rubbing her eyes vigorously to fully wake herself.
She glanced around, noticing Qin Luo was nowhere to be seen.
After a while.
"Luo Luo!!"
Click—!
The door opened, and Qin Luo walked in wearing an apron. He smiled warmly at the now-awake Su Muwan and said, "Good morning, Miss. Time to brush your teeth, wash your face, and have breakfast."
"Hehe."
Su Muwan's eyes sparkled with excitement, a grin spreading across her face as she quickly got out of bed.
Another beautiful day!
In the bathroom.
"Here, Miss, rinse your mouth."
"Gurgle gurgle~~~ Ptooey!"
"Here, Miss, wipe your face."
"Mmm mmm~~"
"Here, Miss..."
Wait a minute!
Su Muwan pushed away the warm towel Qin Luo had placed on her face, glaring at him with a mix of embarrassment and frustration. "Qin Luo, this doesn’t feel right at all!"
Qin Luo blinked, looking at Su Muwan, who was as adorable as ever, and asked, "What’s wrong with it?"
Su Muwan pointed at the towel in his hand and exclaimed, "This makes me look like a useless, lazy bum who can’t do anything!"
?
Qin Luo tilted his head, giving her a puzzled look, as if to say...
—This has been going on for months, and you’re only realizing it now?
But still.
Qin Luo firmly placed the towel back on her face and said with a smile, "Miss, your only job is to sit on the throne as the Martial Arts Supreme. Leave all the trivial matters to me."
Hmm, raising a young lady like this is quite an entertaining game.
Su Muwan clenched her fists in protest. "Mmm mmm mmm!! (No way!)"
The protest lasted only two minutes.
Because it was time to eat.
"Munch munch munch."
At Qin Luo's insistence, Su Muwan, now dressed in formal attire, watched TV while being fed by him.
"Miss, please don’t watch TV while eating."
"Hmph!"
Su Muwan responded with a smug smile. "Qin Luo, this is my martial arts philosophy!"
Hearing this.
Qin Luo glanced at the cartoon playing on the TV, then back at Su Muwan, who looked quite pleased with herself.
"Martial arts philosophy?"
"That’s right!"
Su Muwan stood up, traces of food still on her lips, and declared earnestly, "Only by eating while watching TV can one truly experience the pinnacle of human enjoyment!!"
"That has nothing to do with martial arts."
"Of course it does! I love that old saying from our ancestors: 'You need to eat well to have the strength to lose weight.'"
"So."
"Once I’ve enjoyed myself, I’ll have the energy to practice martial arts!"
Su Muwan sat back down, her eyes twinkling as she looked at Qin Luo. "So, Luo Luo, you better make sure I enjoy every single day, okay?"
Qin Luo smiled mysteriously. "If that’s the case."
"Then Miss, you’re really going to enjoy the days ahead."
Su Muwan was taken aback and was about to ask what he meant when—
Click!
The TV channel automatically switched.
["Good morning, residents of Cherry Blossom City."]
["We interrupt your regular programming with an urgent news bulletin."]
Su Muwan turned to look.
On the screen.
The footage showed various streets of Cherry Blossom City.
Strangely, the streets were adorned with colorful flags, and hot air balloons floated in the sky, displaying images of...
"Me?"
Su Muwan was stunned. Why was there a montage of her combat highlights on the airship’s screen?
But that wasn’t all. After the aerial shots ended.
The camera shifted to the former Minister of Cherry Blossom City, Mizukubo Isamu.
Why former?
Because that’s what the caption on the screen said.
Huh... If he’s the former Minister, then who’s the new one?
Su Muwan gulped, sensing that something monumental was about to happen.
"Hello, everyone in Cherry Blossom City."
Mizukubo Isamu stood at a press conference: "Cherry Blossom City has been ravaged by the influence of the underworld."
"This is my failure, the greatest sin of my life."
"..."
After a long-winded speech.
Mizukubo Isamu took a deep breath, his gaze sharpening as he solemnly declared, "But! Now, everyone can rest easy!"
"Because!"
"Our new Minister has taken office!"
"And she is—!"
Is?
Su Muwan blinked.
She leaned closer to the screen.
Then.
Flash flash flash—!
A barrage of camera flashes lit up the screen, and Su Muwan felt dizzy.
She stared at the familiar house on the TV, and upon closer inspection.
Wait!! Su Muwan’s eyes widened in shock. That villa... isn’t that their house?!!
"Hold on!"
Her heart raced as she realized the gravity of the situation. She rushed to the window, yanking it open with a loud clatter.
"It’s Su Muwan!!"
"It’s Miss Su!"
"The Minister has appeared!"
In an instant, the noisy clamor from outside flooded her ears.
A crowd of reporters and media personnel eagerly surrounded the house, holding microphones and cameras, all vying to capture more footage.
Huh... Wait, what’s going on?
Su Muwan stood frozen, her mind buzzing with confusion.
She turned back to the TV, only to see her own bewildered face staring back at her.
Huh?
I’m watching myself on TV?
Su Muwan took a deep breath, her gaze shifting to Qin Luo. "Qin Luo! What... what’s happening here?"
Sure, she had talked about unifying Cherry Blossom City, but...
But how did she wake up one day and suddenly become the Minister?
Qin Luo stood up, walked over, and pulled a contract from his pocket, handing it to Su Muwan.
Su Muwan took it stiffly.
[Cherry Blossom City Ministerial Contract]
Huh?
There’s even a contract?
"That’s how it is."
Qin Luo smiled. "Now, Miss, you’ve not only unified all the forces in Cherry Blossom City but also taken on the role of its Minister."
How is that how it is?!
Slap!
Su Muwan covered her face, her eyes widening in shock.
Gasp!!
Everything happened so fast, she couldn’t even process it.
So, the situation is...
She looked at Qin Luo, who was still smiling, and muttered, "You’re saying I went to sleep and woke up as the ruler of Cherry Blossom City?"
Qin Luo nodded. "Yep."
This is—!!!
"This is amazing!!"
Su Muwan’s eyes lit up, her grin widening as she exclaimed excitedly, "Qin Luo! You’re truly the top-tier support of this era!!"
Qin Luo: ? That sounds a bit odd.
[Loyalty +10]
[Loyalty +10]
But as long as the Miss is happy.
Qin Luo smiled and said, "Miss, would you like to go out and give an inauguration speech?"
"Of course!"
Su Muwan hurried to the window, took a deep breath, and shouted at the reporters, "Make sure all the anime that didn’t get sequels finally get them!!!"
The reporters: "?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
【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.)
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
