Ling Wanbai, with her graceful figure, sat in the driver's seat, watching the images of the aircraft's exterior displayed on the blue fluorescent screen.
"Your mech can transform too?" Little Wei had initially thought she would also transform into a mech to charge out of the planet.
"No, currently in our squad, only three or four mechs can transform into giant aircraft capable of carrying people. They’re quite rare."
"Mine can’t?" Little Wei’s face fell as she reached out to touch the control panel.
Ugh, she really wanted a mech as cool as that.
"Once you’ve earned enough merits in the future, you can propose to the Federation to upgrade your mech. Silver Frost is a growth-type mech with a lot of untapped potential."
"Oh, so does that mean we have to fight the Zerg?" Little Wei rubbed her chin.
She should’ve arranged to meet Li Luoyi a bit later—she hadn’t had time to learn about the Zerg yet. If she could use Li Luoyi to storm their stronghold, wouldn’t that be a blast?
Ling Wanbai turned on autopilot and nodded at her words.
"Of course we have to fight the Zerg. They’ve been our sworn enemies for years."
"Let’s go. I’m hungry—I’ll take you to cook."
"You can cook in here?" Little Wei was stunned.
Advanced worlds really were something else.
"Well, not exactly. The cooking area is because I carry a portable kitchen with me. It comes with some ready-to-eat meals, a Federation invention. Every squad member has one."
"Fine, whatever." Little Wei wasn’t particularly fond of instant food.
After chatting for a while, Little Wei sat by the window. It was her first time seeing the view beyond the planet, and aside from the bone-chilling cold seeping into her, the scenery was quite breathtaking.
The deep, ink-black void was dotted with faint glimmers of light, like a tranquil ocean without a ripple. In the distance, silvery radiance intertwined with asteroids, as delicate as fine silver threads. From the external monitors, they could see their spacecraft drifting slowly through space.
One by one, the Federation’s planets receded behind them.
After a long while, Little Wei finally spotted a milky-white planet in the distance, its halo glowing beautifully, making her gaze linger.
"That’s Novaia, but the coordinates Li Luoyi gave aren’t inside the planet."
Before Little Wei could react, Ling Wanbai pulled her into an embrace.
Their spacecraft retreated, and in its place, a pair of luminous wings gradually formed from assembling parts. Little Wei quickly shifted into her half-mech form, steadying herself on the sleek, cold surface of the new aircraft.
She stowed her energy sword, and in her right hand appeared a delicate silver wand.
Her fingers flexed slightly before gripping it firmly.
Then she raised her eyes to meet Li Luoyi’s gaze in the distance.
"Your weapon… is a wand?" Li Luoyi nearly laughed at the sight of it.
"Too much anime?" She clearly wasn’t intimidated by Little Wei.
After interacting with her, Li Luoyi had concluded that this was just another romance-focused host—spoiled, brainless, and definitely lacking in combat skills.
"What anime?" Little Wei glanced at her wand.
She was a Grand Light Mage—that was straight-up Western fantasy. What did it have to do with anime?
"Such a girly heart." Li Luoyi smirked, her tone dripping with mockery.
Girly heart?
That phrase nearly made Little Wei burst out laughing. She had never aspired to be some shy maiden. In her original world, her greatest ambition had been inheriting a massive fortune—nothing else even crossed her mind.
"Say whatever you want." Little Wei truly couldn’t care less.
Li Luoyi’s fiery red wings burned bright behind her as she drew a dagger. Ling Wanbai took a few steps back, giving Little Wei space to fight.
"That wand of yours must be as fragile as paper." Li Luoyi lunged forward, but Little Wei blocked the strike with her wand.
The moment their weapons clashed, Li Luoyi was stunned by Little Wei’s reflexes—only to watch in horror as her meticulously maintained dagger developed hairline cracks.
Then, in the next second, it crumbled into dust.
Li Luoyi froze.
This was a weapon from the System Shop. How could it be destroyed so easily?
This was insane.
"Where did you get that wand?" Instinctively, Li Luoyi tried to snatch it, but Little Wei stepped back, twirling the wand in her hand.
Hmm, good—not a scratch.
Seemed like this wand was quite the treasure.
"I don’t think you need to worry about that. But let me ask you something—do you know what they call a close-combat Wang Zhaojun?"
Little Wei’s lips curled into a faint, spring-like smile.
"Huh?" Before Li Luoyi could process it, the wand flashed silver and suddenly swung toward her.
Li Luoyi caught it with her hand, only for the wand’s icy spikes to slice through her delicate skin.
Crimson blood welled up, and the pain made her grimace.
"System, what do I do?" Li Luoyi hastily retreated.
"Figure it out yourself." The system sounded helpless—tournament rules limited how much assistance it could provide.
Li Luoyi glanced at Novaia in the distance, and her eyes lit up.
Got it.
If she couldn’t win in a fight, she’d just summon backup.
At the very least, she needed to figure out what that wand was.
She immediately flew toward Novaia, and of course, Little Wei wasn’t about to let her escape. She gave chase, with Ling Wanbai close behind.
"She’s luring you to Novaia. Be careful," Ling Wanbai warned.
"Got it."
Little Wei narrowed her eyes.
Li Luoyi must have another card up her sleeve. Dragging her into the planet was probably a ploy to test her strength with other means.
Too bad—if it were the Zerg, Little Wei wouldn’t have much faith in her wand.
Novaia was entirely white, its ashen soil soft and spongy. Li Luoyi stood far ahead, and behind her, several grotesque, slimy masses emerged—utterly revolting.
Were these the Zerg?
Wait, there were more…
After a quick glance, Little Wei immediately ducked behind Ling Wanbai.
"What’s wrong?" Ling Wanbai asked, puzzled.
"Deal with those multi-legged things first." Little Wei shuddered, goosebumps covering her skin.
Those spider-like creatures had not only absurdly long legs but also hundreds of eyes on their heads—just looking at them made her scalp crawl.
She was terrified.
Well, more like her trypophobia was acting up.
Ling Wanbai: "…"
"You’re scared of spiders?" She was both exasperated and amused.
Li Luoyi really had Little Wei’s number.
If she weren’t here, Little Wei would’ve lost this match for sure.
"It’s not spiders—it’s trypophobia."
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lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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.”
