Your system... is above mine?!
Zixuan's eyes widened in shock, followed by a soul-piercing wail echoing from deep within.
Her heart felt as though it had lost something, leaving an unbearable emptiness.
"Ah..."
A meaningless murmur escaped her lips.
Gone...
Her eyes could no longer see the threads of fate surrounding her.
Everything in existence had its own destiny.
Whether buildings or living beings—all had their own threads of fate.
Yet now, she could no longer perceive them.
System?
Zixuan called out inwardly, but only silence answered.
How...?
Panic flickered in her eyes. Had she... lost her system?
Why?
Then—
A realization struck her.
It was another mission the system had issued earlier.
[The Supreme Fate System has detected an existence that defies fate’s control!]
[Host must identify and eliminate this anomaly!]
"An existence that defies fate’s control..."
Zixuan muttered to herself, her gaze shifting to Qin Luo and Su Muwan standing before her.
Suddenly, everything became clear.
Why Qin Luo had turned the tide of battle the moment he joined.
Why the system had issued an emergency escape directive at the last moment.
It was all because...
The person before her was one who had broken free from fate’s grasp!
Zixuan collapsed to the ground, unable to regain her composure.
This was absurd—how could anyone truly escape fate’s control?
That was impossible!
Fate was bound by the Heavenly Dao—how could anyone defy its will?
The next moment—
Hum!
Under the watchful eyes of Zixuan and Su Muwan, Qin Luo’s figure vanished from sight.
!!
Zixuan’s pupils constricted sharply before her expression gradually relaxed into understanding.
"Heh... heh..."
She couldn’t help but let out a low, bitter laugh. "So... so this is how it is..."
As the Supreme Fate System leveled up, it had granted her a passive ability—a space known as... [Fate’s Domain].
This space overlapped with reality. Those within Fate’s Domain could observe the real world, but the real world could neither see nor interact with them.
Ever since obtaining this space, Zixuan had lived in perpetual isolation.
And now...
This subordinate of Su Muwan had somehow inherited the Fate System.
And with it...
He had inherited the burden of fate itself!
Unable to resist, she turned to the young mistress who seemed close to this anomaly and sneered, "Heh... from now on, you two will be separated forever."
"Separated?"
Su Muwan blinked. "Why?"
"Because your subordinate will be trapped in Fate’s Domain for eternity."
"No, he won’t."
"No?"
Zixuan froze.
Su Muwan nodded, her expression unchanging as she stated, "Qin Luo belongs to me. There’s no way we’ll ever be apart."
"Honestly, a defeated opponent like you should just stay quiet."
"Speaking of which..."
Su Muwan had initially planned to ignore Zixuan, but a quick glance changed her mind.
She took a closer look.
Zixuan’s skin was pale, her long silver hair cascading down to her waist.
Her cheeks were flushed and swollen, her expression filled with resentment, and a string of crystal prayer beads adorned her wrist.
But most importantly—she was barefoot!
Barefoot?!
Su Muwan’s eyes sharpened.
She crouched down, staring at Zixuan’s stiff expression, and asked in shock, "You... why aren’t you wearing shoes?"
??
Wait—was this really the time for that question?
Zixuan’s mind blanked.
The next moment—
Hum!
Qin Luo reappeared.
After a brief pause, he chuckled. "Fate’s Domain... quite interesting."
"Ah, Qin Luo, you’re back!"
Hearing his voice, Su Muwan immediately skipped over and latched onto his arm. "Let’s go, let’s go home. I want to go home now."
Qin Luo smiled warmly and patted her head. "We’ll leave soon."
"But... why?"
Zixuan’s voice trembled with disbelief. "How can you leave Fate’s Domain?"
Qin Luo gave her a strange look. "Huh? You can’t?"
He shook his head in mock pity. "You really are weak."
Thud!
Zixuan remained silent, but her entire body felt as though it had been struck.
So Fate’s Domain could be controlled?
Had she been too weak to master it all this time?
Then...
What had these centuries of isolation even meant?
Ignoring Zixuan’s crumbling spirit, Qin Luo pulled out his phone.
He dialed Ouyang Xuan. "Hey, come clean up Illusory Star City."
[Clean up? What did you do this time, Qin Luo?]
"Nothing much. The city got corrupted by demons. The local branch director can fill you in."
"Oh, and there’s a former colleague here—Zixuan."
[Zixuan?! The SSS-ranked...?]
"Yeah, her. Lock her up. She wasted half an hour of my time over something simple."
[??]
After hanging up, Qin Luo snapped his fingers.
Gurgle—
Mu He’s spirit materialized beside them, his face twisted in sorrow.
His lover was truly gone, and with her, his heart had died.
Qin Luo studied him briefly, wondering how they’d confine a T0-level anomaly like this in the asylum.
Come to think of it, he’d already gathered quite a few T0s and left them scrubbing floors at the Emperor Foundation.
Guess it was time for another asylum visit.
For now, though—
He took Su Muwan’s hand, and with a thought—
They were home.
Oh, one last thing—Zixuan still couldn’t move.
Thanks to Qin Luo’s earlier slap, she was bound until he decided he’d had enough.
In other words...
He wasn’t satisfied yet, so she remained frozen.
...
...
Su Family Villa.
Sigh—
Qin Luo exhaled in relief at the familiar surroundings.
One city per day—still too slow.
Was there a faster way?
Just then—
"Luo Luo..."
Su Muwan tugged at his sleeve, her eyes filled with conflict.
Qin Luo looked down, meeting her troubled gaze.
"What’s wrong, Mistress?"
"It’s just... you’re a foot fetishist, aren’t you?"
!!
Qin Luo’s expression stiffened. When had she noticed?
Was he that obvious?
"I knew it..."
Su Muwan’s lips trembled, her eyes reddening. "Y-you’ve been bewitched by that Zixuan woman!"
??
Qin Luo was stunned before quickly refuting, "Mistress, what are you talking about?"
"Don’t call me Mistress!"
"Mu Mu, what’s gotten into you?"
"Waaah! That Zixuan was barefoot! That’s why you only hit her once! You always use combos! You held back because you’re a foot fetishist!"
"??"
Realization dawned on Qin Luo.
He grabbed Su Muwan’s hands, staring into her eyes with utmost sincerity. "No! Sure, I like feet!"
"But! But I only love yours, Mistress!!"
"Others'! I don't feel anything at all!!"
Su Muwan: !!!
Boom!
She froze, stunned: "Really?"
"Really!"
"Then... prove to me how much you love me!"
Qin Luo: !!
.....
....
Illusory Star City.
Zixuan, carried onto a stretcher by arriving alliance members, wiped her tears away.
This life of mine... Huh?
I can move suddenly?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
【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.)
'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.
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.”
