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..."
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?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
