"This is your room—three bedrooms, two living areas. This one is the gaming room, that one is the combat simulation training room, and the largest is the master bedroom."
"What’s a training room?" Little Wei curiously pushed open the door, only to find an ordinary-looking space.
"Activate it from the entrance." Ling Wanbai lightly pressed a switch.
The scene before them suddenly transformed. Little Wei instinctively blinked, and when she looked again, a planet shimmering in aqua-blue light loomed not far behind her.
She now stood on a barren, uneven stretch of land, pockmarked with craters that made walking uncomfortable. The horizon stretched empty, devoid of any signs of life.
"This training room can simulate various environments and monsters. If you’re unsure how to use it, just tell the AI—it’ll adjust everything for you."
As soon as the words were spoken, Little Wei and Ling Wanbai were back in the ordinary room.
"These setups aren’t as advanced as the ones used in class, but they’re great for beginners." Ling Wanbai led Little Wei inside and opened the gaming room.
"Every UR must have a gaming room. The pods here are mostly loaded with combat games, which help improve physical coordination."
Little Wei stared at the massive gaming pod lying on the floor, her excitement bubbling over.
It was rare to find a world that suited her tastes so perfectly.
"Alright, that’s the basic rundown. I’ll head back now. Class starts at ten tomorrow. The apartment has a meal delivery service—just ask the AI to order if you’re hungry, and the restaurant will send a robot with your food."
"Got it." Little Wei nodded eagerly.
This was practically a dream come true for someone lazy.
After seeing Ling Wanbai out, Little Wei closed the door.
Training room or gaming pod—where to start?
Thinking of her mecha, she opted for the training room first.
The settings here were impressively comprehensive—everything from alien bugs to zombies and undead.
But for now, Little Wei wasn’t interested in fighting monsters. She wanted to test her mecha.
This time, she avoided the outer space setting—those pockmarked craters had nearly triggered her trypophobia earlier.
Instead, she chose a seaside location.
Standing shakily on a hovercraft, she was relieved that activating the mecha didn’t require any cheesy catchphrases—just a mental command.
Silver-ice wings snapped open with a sharp whoosh, and a glowing blue energy sword materialized in the black-haired girl’s grip. The electrified silver crown on her head gleamed brilliantly, and even her school uniform had transformed into a sleek, pale-white battlesuit.
Little Wei glanced at the energy sword.
Technically, this thing could morph into a gun.
She willed it to change—but the sword remained stubbornly unchanged.
Frustrated, she swung it, only to stumble into the sea from the sheer weight of the wings behind her, resulting in an unplanned hour-long swim.
Little Wei: "…"
Now she understood why only URs were allowed to pilot mechas. Even with her high innate talent, controlling one was no easy feat.
And this was just the semi-mecha mode.
Full mecha required a cockpit. Little Wei deactivated the mecha and exited the simulation.
Granny Li.
Mastering this would take time.
Little Wei narrowed her eyes, recalling the "exceptionally talented new student" the dean had mentioned to Ling Wanbai earlier.
For a moment, she wondered if that student was the other host.
Their missions were likely different, but the difficulty would be similar. If their paths didn’t cross, fine—but if they did, things could get messy.
Returning to her bedroom, Little Wei lay down and sorted through the memories in her mind.
The original owner’s social circle was small. The only person she’d liked was Zhang Yunxiao, and as a double-S, her status wasn’t exactly advantageous when it came to making enemies.
Wait…
Could it be one of Zhang Yunxiao’s admirers?
Little Wei frowned. Zhang Yunxiao might not have reciprocated the original owner’s feelings, but he’d accepted her gifts while barely sparing others a glance.
The key to the problem definitely lay with him.
Fortunately, Zhang Yunxiao lived right below her. If any obsessive fans came knocking, she’d notice.
Double-S constitutions were under federal protection. For someone to send such a person to the battlefield, their status had to be formidable.
Starting with identity checks, this mission shouldn’t be too hard.
But she still needed to maximize completion.
"Enough. Sleep first." Little Wei rubbed her eyes.
"Little Wei, want me to help investigate?" Little Nailuo’s voice piped up, sweet and childlike.
"What do you want?" Little Wei hadn’t expected the little one to speak up.
"Just a tiny request—I want this AI." Little Nailuo sounded hesitant. "Don’t worry, choosing it won’t affect your career path."
The AI?
Little Wei grabbed the dormant device nearby.
"Why do you want this?" She raised an eyebrow.
"Not want—I can merge with it. It’ll significantly boost my abilities, and you’d get an AI with a soul."
Little Wei’s interest piqued.
"What happens to the original owner after we leave?"
"No worries! This world isn’t short on AIs—they’re sold everywhere. But yours would be… unique after the upgrade."
Little Nailuo’s adorable tone was hard to resist.
"Fine. Just don’t disturb my sleep."
Exhausted, Little Wei yawned and pulled the blankets over herself.
Little Nailuo emerged from her dimensional space, hugging the AI as she hurried to the living room to merge.
Sci-fi worlds were pure bliss for incomplete systems like her.
When Little Wei woke up, her AI now featured a tiny figure—about the height of a human middle finger—standing on the screen.
"Ohayou, Little Wei!"
The little one waved cheerfully.
"Why are you so small now?" Little Wei nearly jumped.
Before, Little Nailuo had been a three- or four-year-old she could hold in her arms. Now, she was a 3D avatar on a mobile AI?
"Nope, I can still grow!" With a poof of white mist, the AI expanded, revealing a five- or six-year-old girl standing by the bed.
"You… grew?" Little Wei was surprised.
She hadn’t expected this side effect.
"Of course! I’m not as mature as Si yet, but I’ll keep working on it."
Little Wei smiled at the mention of "Si," but the word "mature" made her expression falter.
"Mature? Wasn’t Si a seven- or eight-year-old?"
She’d been puzzled back then too.
"No way. Si’s clearly lived for millennia. I don’t know her exact origins, but she’s way nobler than me."
Little Wei: ?
Si had lied to her?
But… why?
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ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
