Little Wei nearly tumbled off the bed.
"What?" Her eyes widened in shock, unable to believe her ears.
She was pregnant?
Was this some kind of joke?
"See for yourself." Ling Wanbai pulled Little Wei closer, pointing at the test results displayed on the screen.
It clearly showed she was two weeks pregnant.
Little Wei rolled her eyes and fainted.
She was utterly terrified.
If Ling Wanbai hadn’t reacted quickly, Little Wei would have hit the floor.
"Si, will Little Wei be okay?" Little Nailuo asked worriedly.
"I’m not sure, but I’m actually looking forward to it," Ling Wanbai murmured, a trace of sorrow flickering in her gaze.
If the rift in the cultivation world hadn’t torn open, she could have grown old with Gu Wei.
"Si, things will get better," Little Nailuo offered awkwardly, unsure how to comfort her.
"Yeah." Ling Wanbai tucked Little Wei into bed and covered her with a blanket.
Before she could leave, the sound of sirens blared outside—federal officers had arrived. Du Ran’s livestream had gone viral, and even her dormitory was being raided.
Li Luoyi barely had time to process the situation before Du Ran was taken away.
What was happening?
Still, it was a good thing—at least the crisis had been nipped in the bud.
"System, will I ever get a chance to be reborn?" Su Ya asked.
She was the parasitic host residing within Li Luoyi. Never had she imagined she’d end up in such a miserable state, too afraid to even show her face, forced to hide on this desolate planet. If she weren’t a soul entity now, she’d have starved to death.
"I can’t help it either. My home was blown up. If I hadn’t dragged you out in time, we’d both be dead," her system grumbled, huddled beside her.
It hadn’t fully developed yet—still just a tiny ball, far from taking human form.
"But there’s still hope. If we find a suitable host, we can survive in this world," the system chattered, shivering in the cold wind.
This place was downright uninhabitable.
"What do you mean?" Su Ya rubbed her hands together.
"Look for a child with potential—preferably before birth. Claim the mother’s womb as your territory. That’s the best-case scenario. Otherwise, we’ll have to settle for an ordinary person."
The system wished it could wring its hands, but lacking limbs, it just bounced up and down anxiously.
"Fine, we’ll do it your way. By the way, have you figured out what that little girl who attacked me was?" Su Ya seethed.
"Probably another host’s system. It’s already taken human form—must be a high-end corporate model. Listen, we can’t jump worlds in our current state. We need to lay low, recover energy, and avoid trouble."
The system was beyond frustrated. Its base was destroyed, and now it had to babysit its host.
"Easier said than done. How do we even leave this planet?" Su Ya glanced around.
Nothing but barren wasteland—not a soul in sight.
Escaping from Novia had drained most of the system’s energy. This was the closest planet to the Federation, but no one had come since their arrival.
"We’ll just have to wait and hope someone shows up," the system sighed.
"Doctor, how is she?" Ling Wanbai handed the medical report to the physician.
The doctor adjusted his glasses, scrutinized the results, then eyed the frail Little Wei.
"Nothing major for now, but she’s too thin. She needs to eat more, or her legs will ache when her belly grows."
He signed the report and handed it back.
"The Ling family must be thrilled. Your parents will be overjoyed."
Ling Wanbai smiled faintly. "Yes, I’ll tell them soon."
As she skimmed the documents, she mused that memory erasure might not be necessary here. Little Wei seemed to like her well enough.
Once they left, these two would probably be happy.
But the real question was—what to do about the baby?
Leave it in this world?
Or take it back to the company? That might be the better option.
Lost in thought, Ling Wanbai guided Little Wei outside.
Little Wei still looked like a delicate willow swaying in the wind—her mind hadn’t recovered from the shock.
"Are you feeling unwell?" Ling Wanbai squeezed her hand gently.
"Yeah. I’d love to jump off a building right about now," Little Wei muttered, clutching her chest.
Everything had happened too fast. She didn’t even know where Si had gone. With Du Ran’s case nearly resolved, her own fate was still up in the air.
"If you jump now, it’ll be two lives lost."
Little Wei: ???
Now she felt even worse.
Ling Wanbai really needed to learn when to shut up.
"Ugh." Little Wei trudged back to the academy in silence.
But Ling Wanbai dropped another bombshell.
"Tomorrow, you’re meeting my parents."
"Sure." Little Wei couldn’t care less. Meeting parents? Big deal.
"Cheer up." Ling Wanbai frowned at her lack of enthusiasm.
Was the shock too much for her?
"Sure." Little Wei forced a hollow smile.
How could she possibly be happy right now?
Ugh, she never saw this coming!
Ling Wanbai hesitated.
"Just six months."
Half a year—consider it a vacation with Little Wei.
Little Wei remained listless, but she couldn’t skip the meeting. Ling Wanbai’s parents were retired battle angels, now working as civil officials in the Federation headquarters.
When they saw Little Wei, Ling Wanbai’s mother softened.
"Sweetheart, has my daughter been bullying you?"
Before Ling Wanbai could protest, Little Wei nodded grimly.
"She bullies me all the time."
Little Wei loathed Ling Wanbai right now.
Of all the things to do, why get her pregnant? Did she have no shame?
The thought of a tiny life growing inside her made her skin crawl.
Ling Wanbai got the scolding she deserved.
When she shot Little Wei a look, the girl turned away, whistling innocently.
Ling Wanbai: …
If she weren’t so worried about Little Wei’s mood, she’d teach her a lesson.
This girl was getting way too cheeky.
Ling Wanbai’s father stayed quiet but seemed satisfied with Little Wei.
Before they left, Ling Wanbai’s mother slipped Little Wei a fat red envelope, finally lifting her gloom.
Money really did make everything better.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
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?"
