Le Xiaowei still couldn’t quite accept it.
"Is there really not a single decent one?"
It couldn’t be that someone like her was born to be inherently unlucky—that would just be too absurd.
"There is," Si suddenly closed the file.
"Let’s hear it," Le Xiaowei stretched her body before continuing her journey toward the suburbs.
"Many years ago, you were born as the son of the orthodox Huaiyang Sect’s leader, the only deity in the cultivation world at the time with the potential to ascend to immortality."
Hearing this, Le Xiaowei nearly tripped and fell.
Just moments ago, her life had seemed so tragic, and now it was as if she’d suddenly become someone else entirely.
"And then?" Le Xiaowei asked cautiously.
"The Canglan Realm was devoured by a strange energy, giving rise to aberrations. Chaos spread across the realm, and the rift in the sky grew larger. If not stopped in time, everyone would fall into the void beyond the rift, their souls scattered."
"Later, you fell in love with a woman—the eldest daughter of a top cultivation family, born with a spiritual root. The two of you worked together to seal the rift in the Canglan Realm and lived happily ever after."
Le Xiaowei listened to this story in a daze, rubbing her chin as she sensed something off.
"Then… did I become a deity?"
The plot felt strange to her.
Si slightly closed her eyes, her dark lashes fluttering faintly.
He did. Almost.
The Canglan Realm was but a tiny fragment among the three thousand worlds. The collapse of a realm wouldn’t wait for Gu Wei to ascend. But born with auspicious fortune, even without fully ascending, he could briefly leave the Canglan Realm and integrate into another cultivation world without much difficulty.
Yet, the Canglan Realm held his family and her—Gu Wei couldn’t let go of them, and thus, he never attained godhood. By then, he had already met the company’s leader, who recognized his extraordinary abilities. The leader believed someone with such luck shouldn’t be bound by mortal ties and offered him a high-ranking position in the company, a status even more prestigious than that of the gods in the divine realm.
As for repairing the realm, the company’s technology at the time wasn’t advanced enough—such a feat could only be achieved at the cost of one’s life. It was beyond their capabilities.
But shattering the realm? Gu Wei could already do that back then.
In the end, Gu Wei came up with a solution: he shattered his own divine soul, using his body and a fragment of his semi-divine spirit to mend the Canglan Realm. The remaining soul fragments he entrusted to Si, helping her break free from the realm’s shackles and ascend instantly as the Canglan Realm’s goddess—the only deity since ancient times capable of traversing the void without needing to ascend to the divine realm.
Naturally, the company received Gu Wei’s recommendation and brought Si into its upper ranks. But Si stubbornly chose to become a system—the least regulated position in the company—ranking fourth in strength, hence her current designation as 004.
The half of his soul within her couldn’t be extracted, so she could only gather traces of Gu Wei’s aura and spirit from the edges of the Canglan Realm—the formless presence she first encountered in the system space.
Without a physical shape.
Had Gu Wei not needed multiple reincarnations to cleanse the taint of the void, and had his reincarnations not been so difficult to trace, Si wouldn’t have waited so long to appear.
Stripped of his extraordinary luck and divine soul, every life Gu Wei lived was marked by hardship and misery. If there were a Naihe Bridge, he’d probably be someone even Meng Po would pity.
Si shattered part of her own soul to locate Gu Wei’s reincarnations and find a way to restore his soul.
What she wanted now wasn’t just for Gu Wei to live a complete life—she wanted the deity who should have been revered by all, the one whose divine soul she would rebuild for Le Xiaowei.
"He succeeded," Si finally spoke.
"Lying isn’t fun. If I’d really become a deity, even after reincarnation, I wouldn’t be this unlucky by normal logic. Whatever, lie if you want—I don’t care about becoming a god anyway. As long as I can live a normal life with my master and Mo Qing in the future, that’s enough."
Le Xiaowei waved her hand dismissively, indifferent to it all.
Hearing this, Si’s eyes curved into a smile as she teased, "What if I’m your Mo Qing?"
Le Xiaowei: "…"
"You’re definitely not," Le Xiaowei said firmly.
"My Mo Qing isn’t as much of a pervert as you."
Si gritted her teeth.
"Looks like you’re asking for a beating. I think she’s plenty perverted—you don’t even know where she likes to touch you."
Le Xiaowei’s cheeks flushed at Si’s words.
"Stop talking nonsense! As if you’d know!"
Si’s face suddenly reddened too, her gaze drifting to the little sun emblem on Le Xiaowei’s tracksuit top.
Sins, sins.
Si clasped her hands together.
What kind of goddess acts like this?
Wait—she wasn’t a goddess anymore. She was a system, and the company never said systems couldn’t date or get frisky.
Seeing Si fall silent, Le Xiaowei smirked slightly. She’d known this system was a pervert all along.
But they’d finally reached the suburbs. The area was quiet, and the female zombie Si had mentioned stood in the middle of the street.
Le Xiaowei had never seen a zombie make such a casual entrance.
She looked no taller than five feet, yet her proportions defied her height—especially those curves, smooth and elegant, paired with slender, pale legs and little white leather shoes. After a glance, Le Xiaowei looked down at herself doubtfully.
Am I the guy here?
Spotting the newcomers, the doll-like zombie lunged at Le Xiaowei in an instant.
Her eyes were slightly vacant, but her hands shot toward Le Xiaowei’s forehead, her faintly violet pupils radiating menace and frost.
Seeing how direct she was, Le Xiaowei didn’t hold back either—she moved to twist the girl’s neck, only for her to vanish in a blink.
Gone?
No—teleportation.
Le Xiaowei frowned, her guard rising.
Fighting a zombie of the same level was tough for her, especially since she wasn’t offense-oriented.
"Did you come to my territory to deliver energy cores?"
The little girl’s voice suddenly came from behind.
Zombies were inherently bloodthirsty and cold. The moment Le Xiaowei appeared, the girl had fixated on the back of her head.
She had her eyes on… Le Xiaowei’s brain.
She desperately needed power. With enough strength, she could reach unprecedented heights.
"Lock on."
Le Xiaowei muttered the command, but the girl broke free in just three seconds—Le Xiaowei didn’t even have time to pull her hand from her pocket.
"What was that?" The little girl had a violent temper, and Le Xiaowei’s move instantly ignited her fury.
Le Xiaowei shook her head. Such a feisty little loli—how’s she gonna handle a horny partner in the future?
"A psychic zombie with teleportation abilities," Si chimed in helpfully.
Le Xiaowei bit her index finger lightly. This really is troublesome.
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?"
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!
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?"
