“Zhang San, are you interested in becoming a hero?”
“You’re about to die, so stop spewing nonsense.”
Lu Gaosheng smiled indifferently.
By now, he was naturally indifferent to Zhang San's ridicule. He looked at Zhang San coldly and said, "On the battlefield, those who survive are called brave warriors, but only the dead can become heroes."
"What a pity. My dream is to make a lot of money and live to a hundred years old."
"Then I wish you good luck...I really mean it this time."
Zhang San took one last look at Lu Gaosheng and said, "Goodbye."
Lu Gaosheng laughed loudly, "You seem to have suddenly become stupid, Zhang San. Where...is there still a goodbye?"
Zhang San realized he was right, so he left.
In the end, only the dying man was left in the room.
What kept him company was the silence of death, and the snow falling in through the broken roof.
So quiet.
Quiet to the point of being terrifying.
Quiet to the point of driving one mad.
Quiet to the point of making one cry out to the heavens in rage!
So he stood up!
It was very unbelievable. Zhang San had already felt it was strange earlier.
With this much blood loss, one should have passed out long ago and waited for death. But not only was Lu Gaosheng still conscious, he even had the strength to stand up.
Because he wanted to vent!
Because he wanted to cry out!
Even if at this moment, no one could possibly hear his final words in this world.
He raised his trembling right hand towards the sky...
"It wasn't me who couldn't kill Song YanShi."
"It wasn't me who couldn't control my own fate."
"And especially not me who couldn't beat this damn Heaven!"
Lu Gaosheng raised his left hand again, a wooden hairpin in his hand. It was as if he wanted Heaven and Earth to take a good look, to see what had truly led to his failure!
"I, Lu Gaosheng, have not lost to anyone! The heavens? The earth? Gods? Ghosts? Whoever it may be, whoever is willing, hear me now, remember me!! I, Lu Gaosheng, have not lost!!"
Afterwards, his tone gradually lowered.
Bowing his head, his eyes slowly softened.
Perhaps he was reminiscing.
"I just couldn't beat you...that's all."
When a person's strength runs out, with a loud bang, he fell into that pool of blood and snow, dying.
The hand pointing at the sky also slowly dropped.
...
...
The snow grew heavier.
Under the hole in the roof, the blood below seemed to freeze along with the ring of condensed snow.
It's so cold.
I don't know if it feels cold because of the falling snow.
Or is it that my body has already lost its warmth?
That wooden hairpin is still clenched tightly in my palm. Clearly now, I don't even have the strength to speak.
Do you know, Bai Fang?
Ming Qing was completely unworthy of you. Lu Qingming is even more of a hypocrite.
Because the one who chose to marry Song Lian'er years ago was him!!
But on their wedding night, he regretted it already, so he pushed me out! He wanted me to be the unfaithful one in his place!!
Do you know, Bai Fang?
Lu Qingming is the biggest hypocrite in this world, yet I would do anything for you.
The lives of five hundred thousand commoners? The Northern Army? Song YanShi? These are no different from pigs and dogs in my eyes.
What's wrong with killing everyone under heaven?
What a pity, I can no longer tell you these words.
Hehe...
That hypocrite Lu Qingming said he had to pay the price for what he did.
How laughable.
I have never felt that I did anything wrong, for the law of the jungle is the truth of this world.
Wolves and sheep, the strong and the weak.
The strong survive, the weak perish.
The world is unfair to begin with.
Lu Qingming and Wu Qixue's dream is extremely hypocritical.
In fact, sometimes I feel glad, I feel glad that this world is unfair.
Yes, I feel glad that this world is unfair.
Because if this world was fair, Lu Qingming could have placed first in the imperial exam and sailed smoothly through life, perhaps even achieving that laughable dream.
But if that was the case, what about me, Lu Gaosheng?
If Lu Qingming's life went smoothly, I, Lu Gaosheng, wouldn't even have had the chance to exist.
So I feel glad.
I feel glad about the unfairness of the world. Precisely because of this, I could be born from Lu Qingming's pain and anger.
But that day, I became angry again. I was angry at the unfairness of this world.
Because you, Bai Fang, were going to die.
I still couldn't help but think, if this world was fair, how wonderful would that be? If Lu Qingming could return home triumphantly and spend his whole life with you.
Even if your illness was terminal and incurable, at least, you could have spent the second half of your life with the person you loved deeply. How wonderful would that be?
You could have passed away peacefully in happiness.
If people must die, this would definitely be the ending you desired most.
Wait...
Hold on...
I seem to suddenly understand!
I get it now!
Turns out, no matter whether this world is fair or unfair, it would never be "fair" to me, Lu Gaosheng!
If it was fair, I wouldn't be able to exist.
If it was unfair, even if I existed, you still wouldn't love me.
I understand now.
Turns out what I wanted as "fairness" was always an illusion.
No matter how hard I tried, even if I succeeded in killing Song YanShi in the end, the one I loved deeply would never be in my embrace.
Haha...hahaha...
So it turns out to be like this!
The world can actually be so ugly!
The heavens can actually be so cruel!
I understand, I understand everything.
Oh well.
Let it be like this then.
You detest me, I don't care.
You don't love me, I know that too.
You hate me, I don't mind even more.
It's enough that I love you.
Perhaps some would think this is utterly stupid.
That's right, this is stupid enough.
But...
If a man isn't stupid enough, how could he possibly devote all of himself to love a woman?
Maybe.
I'm not as smart as I imagined.
Inside the study, no longer able to maintain the light in his eyes, Lu Gaosheng slowly closed them.
Yet in the next instant.
It was as if infinite light rushed into his mind.
A beautiful scene unfolded before his "eyes".
It was a sea of white magnolia flowers.
A beautiful woman was walking through the sea of flowers, leading a girl as delicate as jade.
The beauty looked back and extended an invitation:
"Dear husband, we said we'd go for an outing, let's go together."
Lu Gaosheng was stunned in place.
What is this...?
A dream?
A dream before death?
But...
How can this dream be so beautiful?
Heaven, do you want me to die in this beautiful dream?
I don't feel cold anymore.
Not cold at all, in fact...it's so warm!
Can someone like me really die in such a beautiful dream?
The world can actually be so beautiful!
The heavens can actually be so gentle!
Above the hole in the roof is the sky that mortals can never reach.
Below the hole in the roof is the death that we must all face.
The snow dyed his hair white, but the man grasping the hairpin revealed a faint smile in his final moment before losing life.
He.
Or should I say they, have also been freed from this world.
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)
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.”
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?
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?"
