An unnamed planet.
"Alright, now that I've finished reporting to the young mistress, it's time for me to take action."
Qin Luo stood in the void, his fingertip lightly slicing through the air. The space before him tore like a curtain, revealing a passage leading to the mortal world.
"First target—Xiao Tian."
The corners of his lips curled up as he took a step forward.
...
...
The Lin Family banquet hall.
Crystal chandeliers cast dazzling light over the scene as guests mingled, laughter and clinking glasses filling the air.
Yet, in a corner—
SLAP!!!
A sharp, resounding slap suddenly rang out, instantly drawing everyone's attention.
"Xiao Tian!! You useless waste! You’ve barely been married into our Lin Family for a few days, and you already dare offend Young Master Wang?!"
A heavily made-up woman pointed at Xiao Tian’s nose, her voice dripping with scorn.
"Do you even know who Young Master Wang is?! He’s the heir of the Wang Family! A freeloading loser like you has the nerve to talk back to him?!"
Xiao Tian kept his head low, his fists clenched so tightly his knuckles turned white.
His cheek burned from the slap, but the pain in his dignity being trampled was far worse.
He wanted to fight back—but he couldn’t!!!
Because…
—Endure! He had to endure!
—The Divine Dragon Technique wasn’t complete yet. Revealing his strength now would ruin everything!
—Three more years. Just three more years…
He took a deep breath, forcing down the rage in his heart, and spoke slowly, "Mother, I—"
"Shut up! Who said you could call me ‘Mother’?!"
The woman cut him off sharply, raising her hand to deliver another slap!
"If I don’t teach you a lesson today, you’ll really start thinking you’re somebody!"
Xiao Tian closed his eyes, bracing himself for the blow.
But then—
SLAP!
The crisp sound of a slap echoed—yet Xiao Tian felt no pain.
Confused, he opened his eyes to see a slender hand gripping the woman’s wrist firmly.
"If someone slaps you, you slap them back."
"After all this time, you still haven’t learned?"
A lazy voice sounded beside him.
Xiao Tian whipped his head around and met a pair of amused eyes.
—Qin Luo!
"You—!"
The woman was both shocked and furious, but before she could shout, Qin Luo had already flicked his wrist—
SLAP!!!
This time, the slap sent her stumbling back before she collapsed onto the floor!
Gasps erupted across the room!
"You—you dare hit me?!"
The woman clutched her face, her voice shrill with disbelief.
Qin Luo ignored her, turning to Xiao Tian with a faint smile. "What are you waiting for? Your turn."
Xiao Tian stared at Qin Luo blankly, fragments of unfamiliar memories suddenly flashing through his mind—
The Frozen Divine Realm… the Destiny Mental Hospital… the Great Thousand Battlefield…
"Director… sir?"
He murmured the words, his gaze gradually clearing.
Qin Luo raised an eyebrow. "Oh? You remember me? Not bad."
Xiao Tian took a deep breath, then suddenly grinned.
"Of course I remember."
He flexed his wrist, his eyes shifting to the woman still sprawled on the floor—and the stunned Young Master Wang beside her.
"Now, it’s time to settle the score."
Ten minutes later.
The banquet hall was in shambles.
Xiao Tian shook his slightly numb hand, looking down at the bruised and battered woman and Young Master Wang with a grin. "That felt good!"
Qin Luo leaned against the wall, nodding in approval. "Not bad. You’ve improved."
Xiao Tian chuckled before turning serious. "Director, you’ve returned this time to…"
"Gather the Chosen Ones."
Qin Luo cut straight to the point. "Time is short. Come with me."
Xiao Tian didn’t hesitate. "Understood!"
...
The Jiang Family banquet.
Inside the luxurious hall, a group of children played together.
"Give it to me! That’s my doll!"
A little girl in a pink princess dress snatched a doll from another girl’s hands, waving it triumphantly.
"Jiang Xueqi! You’re always taking my things!"
The robbed girl’s eyes welled with tears, but she didn’t dare fight back.
Jiang Xueqi stuck out her tongue. "You played with it long enough! Whatever I want is mine!"
But just as she finished speaking, the doll was plucked from her grasp.
"Bad kids who steal get punished."
Qin Luo had appeared before her without warning, tapping her lightly on the head with the doll.
Jiang Xueqi froze, then flared up in anger. "Who are you?! How dare you take my things?!"
She reflexively turned her head and shouted, "Brothers! Someone’s bullying me!"
But there was no one behind her.
—Her brothers were currently being pinned down by Xiao Tian.
"You… you…"
Jiang Xueqi finally panicked, tears welling in her eyes.
Qin Luo crouched down, returning the doll to the other girl before looking back at Jiang Xueqi. "Do you understand what you did wrong?"
Jiang Xueqi bit her lip stubbornly. "I—I didn’t do anything wrong!"
Qin Luo sighed. "Still this spoiled even as a child."
Jiang Xueqi paused, suddenly feeling an inexplicable familiarity with the man before her.
"You… you’re…"
Memories surged like a tidal wave, and she stared at Qin Luo, tears finally spilling over.
"Director… big brother?"
Qin Luo smiled. "Finally remembered?"
Jiang Xueqi burst into loud sobs, hiccupping, "I—I won’t take other people’s things anymore!"
"Good. Now come with me. Time is short—who knows how long it’ll take to gather all of you…"
...
Time passed.
The Shangguan Family’s forbidden grounds.
Inside a dimly lit underground chamber, Shangguan Chuxue lay chained to a stone altar, her face deathly pale.
Her younger sister, Shangguan Xiao, held a dagger, her sweet smile laced with malice. "Sister, don’t blame me. It’s your Innate Essence that’s too tempting~"
Beside her, Shangguan Chuxue’s beloved fiancé, Long Jiuxiao, stroked Shangguan Xiao’s hair tenderly. "Hurry up. Don’t let her suffer too much."
Shangguan Chuxue closed her eyes, her heart already cold with despair.
But just as the dagger was about to strike—
Clang!
A black shadow flashed—and the blade shattered!
"Who’s there?!"
Long Jiuxiao spun around to see a black-robed young man standing beside the altar, the broken tip of the dagger pinched between his fingers.
"Extracting Innate Essence? You’ve got quite the hobby."
Qin Luo smirked at them before glancing at Shangguan Chuxue and clicking his tongue.
"No wonder you were so unhinged in your past life. So this is why."
Shangguan Xiao paled. "Y-you—who are you?! How did you get in here?!"
Qin Luo ignored her, addressing Shangguan Chuxue instead. "Can you move?"
Shangguan Chuxue stared at him blankly, memories striking her like lightning.
"...Qin Luo?"
Qin Luo grinned. "Correct."
"Time’s short. Finish up and come with me."
With a flick of his hand, the chains binding her snapped apart!
Crack!
Shangguan Chuxue rose to her feet, her icy gaze fixed on the trembling Long Jiuxiao and Shangguan Xiao.
Her voice was frigid. "This won’t take long."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
