Su Muwan’s fate was truly fraught with hardships.
So many vicious cycles of karma.
Perhaps Su Muwan was the only one who had it this bad.
Though Qin Luo longed to use the Scissors of Fate to sever all the tragic threads of her destiny...
Alas...
Just as the Scissors of Fate’s description stated—
Cutting one fate would only give rise to another.
Whether this was good or bad, Qin Luo didn’t dare gamble.
At the very least, he could manage Su Muwan’s current fate.
Aside from that one thread of death, most of the others were simply entanglements with the Chosen Ones.
As long as she didn’t die, everything else was trivial.
Qin Luo put away the Scissors of Fate.
This tool was perfect for dealing with the Chosen Ones, especially those burdened with the most karmic ties.
Speaking of which...
Crunch crunch~
Qin Luo turned his head to see Su Muwan happily munching on potato chips while watching TV.
According to the fate thread he had just severed—
Su Muwan would suffer a flare-up of her Cold Toxin tonight.
And yet, because it would be properly handled, her cultivation would actually advance?
Qin Luo guessed this was due to the instability of Su Muwan’s cultivation technique,
compounded by the aftereffects of her full-powered strike back in Illusory Star City.
Even so...
Qin Luo couldn’t detect any signs of an impending Cold Toxin flare-up in Su Muwan at the moment.
As if sensing his gaze,
Su Muwan turned her head and met his eyes, blinking once.
Then, she held out a chip toward him. "Want some, Luo-Luo?"
Qin Luo smiled faintly. "Sure."
Well, he’d just have to wait until tonight to see whether this so-called fate was real or not.
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......
Time passed slowly.
Late at night.
The darkness was thick, and the room was silent save for the faint rustle of the curtains as a cool breeze drifted in through the window.
Qin Luo lay on the bed, staring idly at the ceiling.
Beside him, Su Muwan was already fast asleep, her breathing steady.
Strange.
It was already deep into the night.
Yet, the Young Miss’s Cold Toxin still hadn’t flared up.
Was this fate a fake?
Just as the thought crossed his mind—
Hum!
A bone-chilling cold suddenly radiated from the figure beside him, as if frost were crystallizing in the air.
??
Qin Luo froze, but before he could react—
An icy hand clamped tightly around his wrist.
The grip was unnaturally strong, carrying an almost oppressive force.
He turned his head and, under the dim moonlight,
saw Su Muwan half-propped up on the bed, her eyes hazy and vacant, her cheeks flushed with an unnatural redness.
Her lips curled into a faint, almost seductive smile.
"Luo-Luo..."
Her voice was low and husky, like a dreamy murmur or a coquettish whimper—yet laced with an undeniable command.
"I’m so cold... Won’t you... help me?"
Right on schedule?
The Cold Toxin flare-up?
And judging by Su Muwan’s current state...
Qin Luo’s heart tightened. It was clear she had lost consciousness—now entirely driven by the Cold Toxin and primal instinct.
The next moment—
Su Muwan leaned forward slightly, her long hair spilling over her shoulders.
Her icy fingers trailed slowly up his wrist, the touch almost teasing.
Her breath brushed against his ear, cold yet paradoxically scorching, a contradiction that was undeniably alluring.
"Say something..." she whispered.
Well, though the Young Miss was undeniably tempting like this...
Her condition was clearly abnormal.
"Young Miss, snap out of it!"
Qin Luo called out softly, trying to rouse her awareness.
But Su Muwan seemed deaf to his words. Her other hand slid onto his shoulder, pressing him down with terrifying strength.
Qin Luo: ???
Why can’t I break free?
"Don’t move..."
Her voice carried a hint of grievance, yet her gaze grew even more unfocused, her lips curving into a bewitching smile.
"You promised... to help me..."
Before he could respond, her body pressed flush against his, the icy contact sending a shiver down his spine.
Her scent—a mix of cold and faint floral sweetness—was intoxicating, impossible to resist.
Qin Luo could feel it—the rampaging Cold Toxin inside her, her instincts screaming for warmth, for him.
With his Addictive Physique, his body was like a furnace to her.
"Young Miss, let go of me first."
Qin Luo tried to break free, but Su Muwan’s grip was shockingly strong, even carrying a trace of martial suppression.
Her fingers dug into his shoulders, the cold tips nearly piercing his skin.
"No..."
Her voice was petulant, yet her eyes grew even more distant, as if lost in her own world.
"You lied... Last time too... You said you’d help..."
Hearing this,
Qin Luo swallowed hard. "Young Miss, you have to let go first before I can help you expel the Cold Toxin..."
"Heh, you’re lying. There’s a much simpler way."
Qin Luo’s eye twitched.
Damn it, she’s completely out of it.
No reasoning with her now.
With no other choice,
he channeled his spiritual energy, attempting to gently neutralize the Cold Toxin.
Though less effective than direct acupuncture, it would still help somewhat.
But Su Muwan seemed to sense his intentions. Her body trembled slightly before pressing even closer, her cold lips nearly grazing his neck.
"Luo-Luo... Stay still..."
Her voice was low and velvety, almost commanding.
"Your method... is wrong..."
"Let me show you..."
And then—
Splat!
Su Muwan struck Qin Luo with a burst of Frost Qi,
cutting off his energy flow entirely.
Qin Luo: ???
Hold on—
Su Muwan, what the hell are you doing?!
Before he could react,
Su Muwan grabbed his hand, licked her lips, and gazed at him with flushed cheeks.
"Luo-Luo, this is how you treat it..."
Qin Luo: ???
Wait—
Is this what they call...
"properly handled"?!!!
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And the system notifications chimed all night long.
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The next morning.
Boom! Boom! Boom!
Su Muwan, brimming with vibrant spiritual energy, cheerfully skipped into the laundry room.
She beamed at Qin Luo, who was washing bedsheets.
"Luo-Luo-Luo! Look!"
"My cultivation actually improved overnight!"
Grinning, she added, "This is the talent of a Martial Supreme!"
"Now I can even perform soul projection!"
Then, noticing Qin Luo silently scrubbing the sheets, she tilted her head.
"Qin Luo, what are you doing? Why are you washing bedsheets so early?"
Qin Luo glanced at her—now even more radiant after her "upgrade"—and sighed softly before resuming his vigorous scrubbing.
"The Young Miss is truly ruthless..."
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] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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.”
【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.)
