Once I hand you over to your sister, my mission will be complete.
I can eat and sleep as I please, no longer needing to cook for you, wash your clothes, bathe you, or sleep with you... My solitary life resumes, filled with joyful gaming and carefree living.
I suppose I'll be free, right?
But... why does it feel like there's an empty void in my heart... as if I've lost something very important.
This feeling... it's similar to when my mother passed away.
Uesugi Akizuki walked happily hand in hand with Su Ze, her smile as sweet as honey. Occasionally, she would skip along, pulling Su Ze's hand, like a lively sprite.
The warm midday sun bathed the uneven dirt road, with tree shadows swaying on both sides.
Su Ze didn't drive; he wanted to walk this part of the journey. The sun cast the shadows of the boy and girl together on the ground, the girl happily munching on cotton candy bought by the boy, her eyes filled with happiness.
Su Ze was alive, and the girl who had escaped with him was also alive. These two, who were the most important to her after losing her memory, were about to meet.
Su Ze, Uesugi Chigenki, her sister, and delicious food, perhaps games would be added to that list later.
Her happiness was so simple that she skipped and jumped, almost as if she could fly.
Yet she didn't know that after this journey, the most important part of her happiness, Su Ze, would be leaving her.
This dirt road led to a secluded path in the Sixth District. On both sides of the road were small trees spaced a meter or two apart. To the left were fields and fishponds, a small countryside in the second-tier city of Dust City.
This small countryside, nestled within the metropolis, had a touch of the flavor of a secluded paradise.
To the right of the path was a dense forest, where light and shadow intertwined, and gentle breezes occasionally rustled the leaves.
Passing by a large fishpond, three elderly men, all in their fifties or sixties, were fishing.
Uesugi Akizuki was curious about what they were doing and stopped to watch for a long time, pulling Su Ze's hand.
Su Ze quietly accompanied her, the breeze lifting the girl's bright red hair, the scenery enchanting, the landscape enchanting, the girl even more so.
"The fish is on! The fish is on!"
An Arm Sleeved Old Man shouted, and the fish, with tremendous strength, yanked the old man, who had just stood up, off balance and nearly dragged him into the lake.
The Bearded Old Man, with a scar on his arm, and another old man with a scholarly air, who was there just to accompany his friends, quickly stood up.
The Bearded Old Man helped hold the fishing rod, while the Scarred Old Man grabbed the Arm Sleeved Old Man's leg, who was about to be pulled into the water but refused to let go of the rod.
The Arm Sleeved Old Man's hair was already submerged in the water, his eyes wide open, still gripping the rod tightly.
With the combined efforts of the three, without any communication, both in the water and on the shore were exerting their strength, indicating the size of the fish.
A tearing sound, and the Arm Sleeved Old Man's trouser leg ripped, along with the Bearded Old Man, who slipped into the water with a gurgle.
However, what was astonishing was that the fishing rod was passed like a baton to the Scarred Old Man on the shore.
The Scarred Old Man's strength was evidently greater; he leaned back almost parallel to the ground, his heels digging into the slightly moist soil, his eyes wide, his face wrinkled and determined, his forehead veins bulging.
The fishing rod bent like a willow branch, and beneath the unseen surface of the water, a straight, transparent line pierced through the lake, splitting the water's surface.
The two elderly men, with a combined age of over a hundred, scrambled back onto the shore. The Arm Sleeved Old Man had lost one of his slippers, the other still on his foot.
Once on the shore, the Arm Sleeved Old Man helped the Scarred Old Man pull the rod.
The Bearded Old Man, who had just climbed out of the water, suddenly did a breakdance move, then fell back into the water with a classic backward dive.
His slipper on his right foot slid up to his calf, and the old man's eyes seemed to lose their luster.
The two old men on the shore, veins bulging on their foreheads, suddenly felt a strong hand grip the trembling fishing rod.
The two old men noticed that the silver-haired young man who had come to help was very strong. The Scarred Old Man, gritting his teeth, pulled the rod and said, "Let's pull together and get this fish out!"
"Okay," Su Ze gritted his teeth and replied.
Su Ze didn't want to reveal his identity as an ability user, so he only used a small amount of force, pretending to be exerting his full strength.
"One, two, three!"
With the Scarred Old Man's roar, the three of them suddenly pulled hard, and a series of loud crashes echoed from the other side of the lake, where four young men flailed and fell into the water.
Su Ze and the two old men were left dumbfounded, watching the four young men struggling in the water.
The Bearded Old Man, just out of the lake, inexplicably did a breakdance move, then fell back into the water with a classic backward dive.
Seeing the four young men dog-paddling back to shore, the three of them finally breathed a sigh of relief.
Earlier, they had only thought they had hooked a big fish and pulled with all their might, not noticing that four young men fishing in the distance were also pulling on a fishing rod, which had become entangled with theirs. Su Ze had thought both parties had hooked a fish simultaneously.
Who could have imagined that the fishing lines had become tangled?
Seeing the old men in danger, they didn't hesitate to help.
By the time the two old men on the shore came to their senses, the young man who had helped them was already gone.
On the path, Su Ze used a stick to scrape the mud from his shoe sole, then kicked a nearby stone to shake off the mud, and continued his journey with Uesugi Akizuki.
Uesugi Akizuki seemed very interested in what had just happened, burying her head in Su Ze's side, her body shaking with silent laughter.
Although she made no sound, it was clear she was laughing very happily.
This laughter seemed contagious, and thinking of the four young men's clumsy appearance, Su Ze's mouth also curved into a smile.
The two walked like a breath of spring breeze along the quiet winding path, then arrived in the bustling Sixth District, which had experienced a blood moon but had not seen any high-level monsters, thanks to the fierce resistance of Meng Xingyao and others.
Huaxia was pouring significant effort into rebuilding homes, and the Sixth District was recovering its former prosperity almost overnight.
Su Ze, with his tall figure, walked hand in hand with the red-haired, innocent-looking miko through the streets, forming a beautiful sight.
Uesugi Akizuki suddenly pointed to a fruit stall, her eyes full of anticipation. Su Ze nodded and took her to buy fruit.
The shopkeeper was a middle-aged man, smiling as he weighed the fruit for Uesugi Akizuki.
Su Ze was curious and asked, "Boss, you're already doing business just one day after the blood moon?"
The boss shook his head with a bitter smile, "Peddlers like us struggle to make ends meet in this world. Who wouldn't want to rest a few days after a disaster? But with the death of my child's mother, if I don't come out to do business, more than just the child's mother will die."

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!

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

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.”