Night fell.
The Su family villa.
"Luo Luo~ Luo Luo~!"
Su Muwan clung to Qin Luo's arm like an affectionate kitten, her cheek pressed against his shoulder. Every now and then, she let out soft "sniff sniff" sounds, greedily inhaling his scent.
"Luo Luo, why do you smell so good…?"
"Sniff~ sniff!!"
"That intoxicating mix of strawberry milk and sunshine…"
"I’ll sniff sniff sniff sniff sniff!!"
Her eyes were half-lidded in bliss, her usual aloof demeanor completely gone.
Qin Luo chuckled helplessly, letting her nuzzle against him.
Su Muwan had been like this ever since returning from the hot springs.
Had she gotten dizzy from soaking too long?
But even so…
This young mistress—absolutely adorable!
"Young Mistress," Qin Luo said teasingly, his fingers gliding over the holographic screen in front of him. "I can’t focus on work like this."
Su Muwan lifted her head, blinking innocently. "Work? Isn’t your job just being my perfect boyfriend and spoiling me rotten?"
"That’s one thing, but I’ve got a side gig too."
"Side gig…?"
Su Muwan suddenly perked up. "Oh?" She narrowed her eyes accusingly. "What shady scheme are you plotting behind my back this time? Spill it!"
Qin Luo smirked, ruffling her hair. "No schemes. Just paving the way for our future."
"Cut the nonsense!"
Su Muwan poked his chest with a huff. "Every time you get this serious, trouble follows."
"Either you’re scheming against someone, or you’re on your way to do it."
"And yet…"
Her eye twitched. "I always end up taking the blame!"
Busted.
Qin Luo coughed lightly, opting not to explain why that kept happening.
"Out with it—what’s the plan this time?"
Seeing her relentless pouting, Qin Luo sighed and pulled the holographic screen toward her.
"I’m arranging a grand sect competition for the factions in the Xuantian Realm."
"Sect competition?"
Su Muwan tilted her head, confused. "What does that have to do with us?"
"Everything."
Qin Luo smiled, dragging out a sprawling tree diagram of hundreds of sects.
"Look, Young Mistress. We already hold sway over every major sect in the Xuantian Realm."
"Secondly…"
He tapped on the Taichu Sacred Ground, revealing the cold, elegant face of a woman.
"Our main targets for this event—Taichu Sacred Ground’s Chu Yu."
"And…"
Another face appeared—a determined-looking young man.
"Tai Xuan Demon Sect’s Xiao Fei."
"Both are Tier-0 Chosen Ones—what you’d call ‘protagonists.’"
"Chu Yu? Xiao Fei?"
Su Muwan frowned, then stiffened as realization struck. "I remember now!"
Her expression darkened, fists clenching. "In our past life, Su Bailian was killed by Chu Yu!"
"And then… my parents too…"
Qin Luo gently reassured her. "Don’t worry, Young Mistress. This time, I’m here."
"Mhm!"
Su Muwan giggled, hugging him tighter, excitement flashing in her eyes. "So, Qin Luo, what’s the plan?"
"Simple."
He pointed to the map on the screen. "The competition will be held in the coastal city of Tianhai."
"It’s near the East Sea, close to the territory of the Sea Clan."
"Sea Clan?"
Su Muwan’s brow furrowed. In her past life, she’d clashed with them—even crossed paths with some so-called "Sea Prince."
She’d skinned him alive and fed him to the sharks.
Then came the West Sea Dragon King and South Sea Dragon King, seeking revenge.
She’d dealt with them too.
After that… well, it spiraled into being ambushed by a whole squad of Chosen Ones.
Anyway.
"Why there?" she pressed. "The Sea Clan and humans have had skirmishes, but this time, with the spiritual energy resurgence and your meddling, they’ve stayed quiet."
"Hosting a tournament near their waters—won’t that invite trouble?"
Qin Luo never brought up the Sea Clan without reason.
If he mentioned them, chaos was coming.
She frowned. "I thought our targets were just those two ‘protagonists.’"
Qin Luo patted her head. "Originally, yes."
"Last time, I manipulated the Sea Clan’s Sixth Princess, Lan Xi, to neutralize them as a threat peacefully."
"But…"
He shrugged. "Plans changed."
"Because now, the Sea Clan is under the control of ‘the Corruption.’"
Su Muwan: "??"
"What kind of anime nonsense is that?"
"Young Mistress."
Qin Luo sighed helplessly, "Were you just slacking off when you went to the mental hospital before?"
"Doctor Ya mentioned that there's an existence in the sky—or higher dimensions—that's artificially releasing [Malignant Entities]."
"Moreover, these Malignant Entities are also drawn to the scent emitted by distorted plotlines."
"In other words, as we’ve altered the fates of most Chosen Ones, this world has started giving off a scent that attracts Malignant Entities."
"So from now on..." Qin Luo's tone turned grave, "the enemies we face will be truly formidable."
Su Muwan listened in stunned silence. "So, Qin Luo, the reason you pushed me to reach the peak of the True Spirit Realm so quickly... was to prepare for what’s coming?"
So that’s it...
"Ah, not entirely."
Qin Luo blinked. "I just wanted to see how talented the young mistress really is. And now that I’ve seen it—damn, it’s downright monstrous..."
Su Muwan: ?
She took a deep breath and rolled her eyes. "Enough with the nonsense. According to you, the Malignant Entities have taken control of the Sea Clan, and now you’re planning to disrupt the fates of those two protagonists."
"Won’t that just create the exact scent the Malignant Entities love?"
"So, you’re trying to provoke a conflict between the Sea Clan and the humans?"
Qin Luo nodded. "Exactly."
"During the Sect Competition, all major factions will gather in Tianhai City."
"If the Sea Clan launches a surprise attack, the humans will inevitably fall into chaos."
"But don’t worry—I’ve already made thorough preparations."
A mysterious smile curled on Qin Luo’s lips as a strange glint flashed in his eyes. "This time..."
"Whether it’s the Xuantian Realm, the Canggu Realm... or the chess players of the Great Thousand Worlds, even the hidden big boss behind it all..."
"I’m dragging every last one of them into this mess!"
"Those I can deal with, I will. Those I can’t—I’ll at least make sure they regret crossing me."
"Wait... how do you even know all this?"
"Oh, I calculated it."
"?"
Not even bothering to pretend anymore?
【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.)
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
