Five hours ago, at 5 a.m.
"Whooosh~!"
Qin Luo stood by the bed, looking helplessly at Su Muwan, who was sound asleep.
Last night, the young mistress demanding her "reward" had been downright terrifying.
Those heart-eyed expressions of hers were seriously unsettling.
Qin Luo lowered his head and clenched his fist.
Sometimes, he couldn’t even bring himself to look at his own hands.
But...
As he gazed at Su Muwan, deep in slumber, his heart softened.
It was only natural she’d be exhausted.
After all, the success of the recent Ruins Operation was largely thanks to her formidable combat prowess.
With that thought, Qin Luo reached out and gently pulled the blanket over her.
But as he leaned down, his eyes met Su Muwan’s sleeping face.
Her long lashes fluttered like butterfly wings, and her cheeks were faintly flushed from deep sleep.
Qin Luo smiled tenderly and pressed a light kiss to her forehead.
"Sleep well, young mistress."
"Mmm... Luo-Luo, I’m really not that kind of girl, you know... but... if you insist... I guess I’ll stop pretending, ehehehe..."
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Qin Luo’s daily routine was simple.
In short, it revolved entirely around Su Muwan.
Pushing open the door to the walk-in closet, soft light spilled across the space, illuminating rows of clothing racks filled with Su Muwan’s vast wardrobe.
Standing at the entrance, Qin Luo quickly scanned the options, mentally filtering outfits suitable for today’s weather and her schedule.
Hmm...
The weather was nice, but the young mistress had mentioned no plans to go out, so she’d likely spend the day at home.
After a moment’s consideration, his gaze settled on a light pink loungewear set.
He reached for it, shook it out, and meticulously checked for stains or damage. Once satisfied, he began smoothing out the wrinkles.
Laying the top flat on the wide dressing table, he started from the collar, gently pressing out each crease with his fingers. For stubborn folds, he tugged lightly, restoring the fabric’s smoothness with practiced care.
Next, he picked up the matching pants, smoothing them from the waistband down to the cuffs, leaving no flaw unaddressed.
Once finished,
Qin Luo grabbed a pair of Su Muwan’s white ankle socks, took a deep whiff to confirm no odd smells, then—
Snap!
Whoosh!
The entire outfit vanished into a swirling black vortex, reappearing neatly folded beside Su Muwan’s bed.
Though he’d prepared everything...
Qin Luo stepped out of the closet, his expression slightly resigned.
The young mistress would probably just laze around in her shark-themed pajamas anyway.
Entering the kitchen,
Qin Luo tied on an apron and started preparing breakfast.
"Now... what to make today?"
He opened the fridge, staring at the ingredients inside as he pondered.
Given a martial artist’s monstrous appetite,
the fridge needed frequent restocking.
His eyes flicked between fresh produce, assorted meats, and dairy products.
Muttering to himself about needing to go shopping soon, he decided, "An omelet, with a side of vegetable salad and whole wheat bread."
He recalled Su Muwan complaining about eating too much lately and wanting to cut back.
Soon after,
Qin Luo set the breakfast on the dining table, adding a freshly squeezed orange juice with a decorative slice on the rim.
But...
Even though he’d made it...
Qin Luo shook his head. "She’ll probably sleep in, then just snack on chips instead."
"If that happens..."
A dangerously kind smile crept onto his face. "Young mistress, just you wait."
Checking the time—
5:20 a.m.
Nodding to himself, Qin Luo headed to the living room.
The sight that greeted him was chaos.
Chip bags and drink bottles littered the floor, throw pillows scattered haphazardly across the couch.
He sighed, though a hint of fondness lingered in his smile. "Young mistress, are you some kind of NPC programmed to spawn clutter?"
6:00 a.m.
The sky was just beginning to lighten.
With all preparations done,
Qin Luo planned to head out for groceries—and, of course, someone’s snacks and drinks.
But before leaving,
a thought seemed to strike him.
Snap!
Dark mist swirled as he scribbled a note and left it on the table.
[I am Qin Luo...]
Perfect.
...
...
Truthfully, Qin Luo wasn’t fond of walking the streets.
Because strange things always happened.
Like...
[M-Mister...]
[Can you help me get my ball...?]
Qin Luo paused by an alleyway.
Looking down,
a worn-out ball lay at his feet.
Its surface was peeling, revealing patchy rubber beneath, with gashes as if clawed by something sharp.
Following the voice, he saw a little girl peering timidly from the alley, eyes full of hope.
Yet Qin Luo noticed—
Her feet didn’t touch the ground.
She hovered slightly, clad in a bloodstained white dress that swayed unnaturally in the windless air.
Sigh.
Another supernatural NPC event.
This wasn’t his first encounter.
"Of course."
Qin Luo smiled, bending to pick up the ball.
The moment his fingers touched it, a bone-chilling cold pierced his skin, like icy needles pricking his palm.
Unfazed, he stepped into the alley and handed it to the girl.
Up close, he observed her more carefully.
She looked about five or six, with twin ponytails, but her face was deathly pale, lips tinged an eerie bluish-purple.
Clutching the ball, her eyes curved into crescents—but the smile held no warmth, only an unsettling eeriness.
"Thank you, mister!"
"You’re just like the others said—always helping us!"
Her voice echoed distantly, hollow and disembodied.
Qin Luo’s Pure Love Yang Physique repelled all malevolent spirits.
Yet this girl remained unharmed.
Meaning...
"What do you need my help with?"
He sighed.
Who the hell spread my name around?
Do ghosts have their own gossip network?
Hearing this,
the girl hugged the ball tightly. "I... I want to find my mom!"
"Mom went to work, told me to play here... said she’d bring me candy when she got back."
"But... then..."
Her voice faltered. "I’ve been here for years... and she never came..."
【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.)
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
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.”
