Hearing this, Little Wei immediately sensed danger.
She had only agreed to go for a walk.
If it were just Si accompanying her, a walk would truly be just a walk. But with Yuan Qiaoqiao? That was an entirely different story.
This would never be a simple stroll.
Something was bound to happen.
Weighing the situation, Little Wei genuinely felt it would be better to keep her distance from Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"Does sister hate me?" Yuan Qiaoqiao asked, noticing Little Wei's reluctance. She tugged lightly at Little Wei's sleeve, her eyes tinged with sorrow, as if deeply hurt.
Oh no.
Damn it!
Little Wei couldn’t handle that expression—especially when Yuan Qiaoqiao was wearing Si’s face. The resemblance was uncanny, striking straight at her heart.
"If it's just a walk… fine," Little Wei conceded after a long hesitation.
Chi Mu could only give her a look that said, "You're on your own," before turning and leaving.
Less than a minute later, Little Wei already regretted her decision. Walking with Yuan Qiaoqiao was terrifying—her whole body prickled with unease.
Fortunately, Yuan Qiaoqiao didn’t do anything unusual. She simply walked beside Little Wei in silence.
Little Wei rubbed the goosebumps on her arms as raindrops began to fall, cold and sharp, sending shivers down her spine.
It was freezing.
Who knew it could even rain in the Void? That was unexpected.
"Sister," Yuan Qiaoqiao finally spoke.
Little Wei nearly bit her tongue in surprise, but before she could react, warmth enveloped her.
Yuan Qiaoqiao had draped her own coat over Little Wei’s shoulders.
When it came to thoughtfulness, Yuan Qiaoqiao was second to none. The gesture softened Little Wei’s heart.
After all, they had once shared peaceful times—though Little Wei missed the version of Yuan Qiaoqiao before she turned dark.
That sweet, adorable girl.
"It's raining—maybe we should head back?" Little Wei suggested, suddenly homesick.
But Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t about to let this rare chance slip away.
"It’s fine. I checked—there are a few inns ahead."
Hard to believe, but even the edge of the Abyss had inns.
The Void was like an expansive cultivation realm, but far more complex. These "inns" were actually high-tech, portable structures that could shrink and move.
When they arrived, luckily, there were no other guests. Little Wei handed Yuan Qiaoqiao’s coat back.
"There, that’s better," she said, no longer feeling the cold.
Even as a deity, the Void’s chill was unlike anything in the mortal world.
"Sister… can you stay with me?" Yuan Qiaoqiao whispered again.
Little Wei wished she would just shut up.
Ugh.
If this continued, her waist would be ruined.
"You really want this?" Little Wei fidgeted, her whole body tensing.
Could she refuse?
But Yuan Qiaoqiao seemed to have her figured out. She wrapped her arms around Little Wei, burying her face against her chest.
"Sister."
She used Si’s signature sweet, playful tone—soft and endearing.
Who could resist that?
"Fine. Just for now," Little Wei relented, utterly disarmed.
Blame it on Yuan Qiaoqiao’s bewitching charm.
Yuan Qiaoqiao led her inside, and before Little Wei could react, her back was against the bed.
"Are we really doing this, Qiao-mei?" Little Wei was already trembling.
Ugh, so scared.
What a mess.
"Little Wei, it’s not like it’s our first time. You’re acting like I should be calling you sister," Yuan Qiaoqiao teased, slightly thrown by Little Wei’s reaction.
Little Wei: "…"
Oh.
So that’s how it is?
"Calling you ‘sister’ is beneath me. No way."
Little Wei prided herself on her dignity—she wasn’t about to become Yuan Qiaoqiao’s pet.
That would be utterly humiliating.
Yuan Qiaoqiao chuckled but said nothing, leaning in as her clothes slipped to the floor. She kissed Little Wei’s cheek.
"Since you said that… don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Hearing this, Little Wei nervously shut her eyes, too afraid to even look at that face.
She was already shaking.
Yet despite her fear, what was bound to happen happened.
By the end, she couldn’t even lift a finger, her arms limp as cotton. She was practically a plush toy waiting to be snatched away.
In the end, Si had to step in to salvage the disaster.
If Little Wei weren’t a deity, she might have perished by now.
"She really is…" Si sighed, massaging Little Wei’s arms.
Little Wei nearly laughed.
"You could’ve controlled her. What were you thinking?" She wasn’t fooled.
Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t the same as before. Without Si’s tacit permission, she wouldn’t have gone this far.
Something was fishy.
Si looked awkward. "Well… maybe I got carried away too?"
Her tone was innocent, but Little Wei wasn’t buying it.
"At least ten skewers, or I won’t forgive you."
Si: "…"
Of course. Nothing soothed Little Wei like food.
Thanks to Yuan Qiaoqiao’s past world, she’d turned into a full-blown foodie.
It was almost funny—but Si held back her smile.
Stay composed.
"By the way, how’s 005 doing?" Little Wei asked.
Aside from Si, 005 was the only system still dutifully at her post—a quiet, well-behaved girl.
Had Little Wei not met the newly appointed 009, she’d never have guessed how formidable 005 was.
009 was already impressive—a genius cultivator in her past life. But 005…
Little Wei tapped her chin. "What’s her deal? Was she a cultivator too?"
"Ah…" Si hesitated. "Honestly, I don’t know. She’s always been low-key in the system, even arrived before me. I just took over from my predecessor."
"She’s been around that long, yet isn’t one of the original 001 to 003?" Little Wei was stunned.
Si smiled faintly.
"No clue. The company files don’t have any records of her past life. If you want answers, you’d have to ask her directly."
Little Wei thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Never mind."
Si nodded. "Her last host has graduated, though. She’ll probably start looking for a new one soon."
Little Wei paused, then grinned.
"Got it. Guess it’s time to say goodbye to some people."
"Then may your future be as bright as brocade—this is everyone's wish."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
