What’s the point of just improving supernatural abilities? She believed that only by surviving in the outside world would she truly grow.
Le Xu glanced at Le Xiaowei.
"Little sister, what do you think we should do?" Le Xu passed the decision to Xiaowei.
"Brother, if you like her, let her stay. Her level isn’t low anyway," Le Xiaowei wasn’t particularly keen on letting Ning Qiu leave.
It wasn’t easy to find someone who could keep her brother in check. If they played their cards right, Side Mission One might just be completed.
Before Le Xu could respond, Ning Qiu flashed a sweet smile.
"Thank you, everyone. I won’t be a burden."
A vein throbbed on Le Xu’s forehead. Had he even agreed to let this girl stay?
"Get in the car. This place isn’t far from us."
With Tang Yueyue’s memories, finding the male lead’s harem wasn’t difficult. The others had no real connection to her anyway—just kill them.
The group got into the car and soon arrived at a vast, snow-covered plain. There was only a single snowy mountain nearby, nothing else.
"Where are they?" Le Xu asked Xiaowei, who stood beside him.
Le Xiaowei pointed at the ground beneath them.
This place was remote, rarely visited by anyone. If Ning Qiu hadn’t lured Tang Yueyue out, it might have taken her half a month just to locate Xiao Linfeng’s harem.
"Buried in the snow? How are we supposed to find them?" Le Xu frowned.
"There are quite a few of them, so brother, we’ll need your help this time."
Xie Gantang was eager too, rolling up his sleeves to get to work—only to immediately pull them back down when the cold became unbearable.
Freezing his ass off.
Yuan Qiaoqiao waved her hand, and the snow instantly melted away, revealing four beautiful female zombies on the barren ground.
Sensing danger, they scrambled to their feet. Xu Wanwan’s eyes gleamed with hostility as she stared at Le Xiaowei.
"Attack," Le Xiaowei commanded.
Le Xu summoned eerie blue flames, while Ning Qiu—trapped in the car by Le Xu—formed hand seals, freezing the zombies in place with ice restraints.
Controlling Tang Yueyue had been troublesome, but killing zombies? That was a different story.
Just the presence of a purification staff and Le Xu’s blue flames, which could burn zombies, was enough to paralyze them with fear.
By the time Xiao Linfeng arrived, not even ashes remained on the snow.
Clutching his wounded abdomen and wiping blood from his lips, he stared in shock at Le Xiaowei and Le Xu.
"You… became human?" Xiao Linfeng pointed at Le Xiaowei, his voice trembling, his mind struggling to process the situation.
"That’s right. Didn’t expect that, did you?" Le Xiaowei smiled sweetly.
Xiao Linfeng’s head spun, unable to comprehend what had happened.
"Why… why are you targeting me like this?" He swallowed another mouthful of blood.
The girl who had been with him had fled in terror when she saw him coughing up blood. Ha. No harem left. After all this time in this world, he was still alone in the end.
A growing sense of panic gnawed at him.
"Why target you?" Le Xu suddenly laughed. "Have you forgotten how Xiaowei died?"
"But she’s alive now! You two just love ganging up on me!" Hatred burned in Xiao Linfeng’s eyes—the first time he’d ever despised someone this much.
Flames erupted from his hands, surging toward them—only for a cold, transparent silver needle to materialize at Le Xiaowei’s brow.
It shot straight into the depths of Xiao Linfeng’s forehead.
Agh—!
The pain was unbearable!
Xiao Linfeng collapsed, clutching his head. Severing his connection with the zombies had already been agonizing.
Now, it felt like a firecracker had exploded inside his skull.
"What was that just now?" Le Xu asked.
"A mental attack. It can turn someone into an idiot," Le Xiaowei replied, watching the male lead coldly.
His mental strength was weak to begin with—probably relied on his system to control the zombies. After her attack, he’d be lucky not to end up brain-damaged.
Xiao Linfeng writhed on the ground in agony. Just as Le Xiaowei was about to speak, Yuan Qiaoqiao stuffed cotton into her ears.
Meanwhile, Le Xu suddenly remembered something.
In his past life… he had never seen his sister again before his death. So why, after being reborn…?
He looked at Le Xiaowei, confusion swirling in his eyes.
Noticing his gaze, Le Xiaowei said nothing. Instead, she reached into Le Xu’s pocket and pulled out his dagger.
Aside from the zombies earlier, this was her first time killing a person.
Her hands trembled slightly. When Xiao Linfeng turned onto his back, she plunged the dagger into his chest.
His vacant eyes locked onto her face. Le Xiaowei averted her gaze.
"This is what you deserve. If you hadn’t been so obsessed with filthy desires and just lived decently, you wouldn’t have ended up like this."
She staggered back, nearly losing her balance. Yuan Qiaoqiao quickly steadied her.
"Big sister, it’s okay," Yuan Qiaoqiao soothed softly.
Snow began to fall again, layer after layer covering Xiao Linfeng’s body.
His eyes widened as he watched the car grow smaller in the distance, his expression twisting with resentment.
This wasn’t how it was supposed to be. He should have had beautiful women in his arms, ruled the apocalyptic world—anything less would be unworthy of his transmigrator status.
No… this wasn’t right. None of this should have happened.
With one last surge of bitterness, Xiao Linfeng exhaled his final breath.
Le Xiaowei sat silently in the car. Le Xu’s fingers trembled slightly. Xiao Linfeng’s death had been far simpler than he’d imagined.
That arrogant tyrant of the apocalypse was just… gone.
He wasn’t sure how to feel. Maybe it was because Xiao Linfeng’s death felt too… anticlimactic?
What Le Xu didn’t know was that without his system, Xiao Linfeng was nothing special. And with the current lunar phase, he couldn’t even rely on dual cultivation to boost his power.
"Little sister, are you okay?" Le Xu asked, noticing Le Xiaowei rubbing her temples.
This was probably her first time killing someone. She must be struggling with it emotionally.
"I’m fine. Just… need time to process it."
At least the main mission was finally complete. Her brother’s love life seemed promising too. Now, the only thing left was Yuan Qiaoqiao’s descent into darkness.
Yuan Qiaoqiao gazed at Le Xiaowei, concern in her eyes.
"Big sister," she called again.
Seeing this, Le Xu couldn’t help but chuckle. "Qiaoqiao, why are you so clingy with my sister?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao lowered her head, tilting it slightly to look at Le Xiaowei.
Le Xiaowei’s eyelid twitched. Was she really the one who had to explain this?
"I’ll… tell you later," she coughed lightly, rubbing her aching forehead.
How was she supposed to bring this up?
Would Le Xu start looking at her weirdly after this?
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close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
