Meditative Qin Luo

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He understood. Qin Luo finally understood everything.

Su Family Villa.

Inside the kitchen.

Qin Luo stared at the frying pan before him, lost in thought.

He had already memorized all the records stored in the Alliance’s database using his system.

That was why, through these records, he could see the underlying problems of this world.

After reviewing all the data in the Alliance’s archives, he uncovered a brutal truth.

First, Doctor Ya from the mental hospital had once mentioned that beings like them were merely characters in scripts crafted by the Heavenly Dao.

For example, think of Xiao Tian’s story—the Dragon King’s arc—as one world.

Wang Yong’s story—the Divine Doctor’s arc—as another.

Then, Su Muwan and he were originally from yet another world, acting out a different script.

And now…

This era was known as the Age of Spiritual Reawakening.

Following that:

The Martial Era → Profound Heaven Realm → Ancient Desolation Realm → Primordial Era → Primal Chaos Era.

The further back the era, the stronger the beings who existed in it.

Finally, the deadly realization struck.

Xiao Tian, Wang Yong—these were protagonists of the Martial Era, each from different worlds.

As for someone like Lu Hongshen, their story intertwined the Age of Spiritual Reawakening with the Profound Heaven Realm.

In short—

Every era had its own protagonists, each with their own stories.

But now, due to the Heavenly Dao’s inexplicable madness, protagonists from different eras and worlds had all been forced into a single world.

The very world Qin Luo now inhabited.

If that were all, it would still be a minor issue.

But the real problem lay with Su Muwan.

As everyone knew—

Every story had its heroes and villains.

Under normal circumstances, the two could never coexist.

And Su Muwan was now caught in exactly that situation.

Doctor Ya had once said that everyone could only follow the Heavenly Dao’s script, bound to their predetermined fate.

So then…

What was Su Muwan’s original role?

That’s right.

To put it simply—

She was the protagonist of a revenge and rebirth story.

Subjectively speaking, she was the villain.

Thus—

The Heavenly Dao’s madness, the merging of worlds, the arrival of protagonists—all these factors collided, creating a series of unforeseen consequences.

All of them needed a single, ultimate antagonist.

So who would that be?

Exactly.

It was Su Muwan—originally from this main world.

The villainous auras from every era, every world, had all converged upon her.

This was what made Su Muwan the greatest villain of this world, and it explained why she kept encountering protagonists wherever she went.

It was an inevitable part of the Heavenly Dao’s script.

Qin Luo took a deep breath and rubbed his temples.

As for why the people from the Profound Heaven Realm seemed to recognize Su Muwan…

That was simple too.

Looking through the Alliance’s historical records, he found a common thread across all eras.

Before each era was destroyed, a certain figure always appeared.

Though the descriptions varied across eras…

The general idea was—

A being of extreme cold, a malevolent specter.

One who wielded ice, was ruthless, and possessed a bronze cauldron capable of altering timelines…

"Luo Luo~~"

It all matched up.

Su Muwan might later use the bronze cauldron to travel back in time through the effects of the "True Dream," altering history.

"Hey hey~~ Luo Luo~~"

There was just one thing Qin Luo couldn’t figure out—why was he absent from Su Muwan’s side in those records?

After all, there was no trace of him in the entire Alliance’s database.

In any case… now that he understood the danger Su Muwan was in, it was time to initiate Plan B.

Hm?

What was Plan B?

"Luo Luo Luo Luo Luo~~~"

Qin Luo admitted—he had just come up with it.

"Luo Luo!!!"

Su Muwan raised her voice, darting in front of Qin Luo and waving a hand in front of his face.

Qin Luo finally snapped out of his thoughts, meeting her gaze.

He smiled. "What is it, Young Miss?"

"What’s wrong, Luo Luo? Were you thinking about something?"

Su Muwan tilted her head slightly, her eyes filled with concern. "Did someone bully you? Tell me, and I’ll beat them up for you!"

Beat them up for me…

Ah, the Young Miss was truly the best.

Qin Luo took another deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart, and chuckled. "It’s nothing. Just a headache from reading too many records. I’m fine now."

"Headache?"

Su Muwan leaned closer, placing a cool fingertip against his forehead.

The touch inexplicably eased some of his tension.

After a moment, she frowned seriously. "No fever… must be mental exhaustion. Blame that stupid database—full of convoluted nonsense."

With that, she withdrew her hand and pushed Qin Luo out of the kitchen. "Alright, stop overthinking, Luo Luo. Go sit in the living room and rest."

Qin Luo stumbled slightly, amused. "Young Miss, I’m really fine. And if I leave, who’s going to cook?"

Su Muwan huffed. "How dare you underestimate me, Qin Luo? Let me remind you—aside from being cursed with bad luck, I’ve maxed out all my other talents!"

"I didn’t watch all those cooking videos for nothing!"

With that, she slammed the kitchen door shut.

Qin Luo shook his head with a laugh.

Since the Young Miss was so eager, he’d let her take over.

As he strode toward the living room, he muttered under his breath, "Plan B…"

"My past methods were too passive…"

He sighed.

Originally, he had planned to deal with the "Chosen Ones" in a relaxed manner.

But now…

Time was no longer on their side.

If he continued with his old mindset, things could go horribly wrong.

As his thoughts settled—

Whoosh!

The kitchen door swung open.

Several dishes floated out, as if carried by invisible hands, each hovering steadily in the air.

A faint glow of spiritual energy surrounded the plates, amplifying the rich aroma of the food.

Su Muwan followed gracefully, her fingers subtly manipulating nearly invisible threads of energy to guide each dish perfectly onto the table.

She looked at Qin Luo, eyes sparkling with pride. "Well? Impressed?"

Qin Luo raised an eyebrow. "Young Miss, you’ve got skills."

"Hmph! Of course."

She pulled him to the dining table, sitting him down before picking up a bite with her chopsticks.

Grinning, she held it up to his lips. "Here, open up. I’ll feed you myself—I put a lot of effort into this dish."

Qin Luo chuckled. "Young Miss, I can eat on my own."

But Su Muwan insisted. "Just eat it when I tell you to. I want to feed you."

Seeing her determination, Qin Luo relented, parting his lips to accept the bite.

Distracted by his tangled thoughts, Qin Luo hadn’t paid much attention to the act of being fed—until he looked up and met Su Muwan’s gaze, brimming with earnestness and concern.

Her eyes were clear and focused, as if feeding him at this moment was the most important thing in the world.

Thump... thump...

Qin Luo’s heart felt as though it had been lightly brushed by a feather. Unconsciously, a warmth rose from deep within him, spreading through his entire body, enveloping him in a cozy, comforting haze.

“It’s good.”

The words slipped out almost instinctively, his voice carrying a dazed note he hadn’t even noticed himself.

Hearing the praise, Su Muwan’s smile brightened. She picked up a few more dishes and fed them to him, her voice soft and tender. “Then eat more, Luo Luo.”

“You’ve always taken care of me. Now, let me take care of you for once.”

“Okay.”