Su Ze held Little Hottie's hand as they left Tenshukaku, carrying the 【Demon Slayer: Heavenly Child】 in his other hand. Uesugi Akizuki, tears in her eyes, occasionally glanced back at Uesugi Akizuki, who watched her daughter depart from the window upstairs.
Under Uesugi Akizuki's gaze, the black sports car sped away.
Yuan Qinghe, appearing at Uesugi Akizuki's side at some point, gently took his wife's hand.
Phantom Prefecture.
As dusk approached, the sky was dotted with thin, wispy clouds.
Mo Ziang carried his succulent baby and fish food to the balcony, placing the succulent on the railing and feeding the fish. He let out a long sigh.
Luo Ying, with white hair and crimson eyes, walked in holding a fish tank and placed it on the table.
"You can stay in that room until your house is fixed," Luo Ying pointed to a room.
Mo Ziang, having accidentally destroyed his own home with a single slash, was now staying at Luo Ying's place.
"Mm," Mo Ziang pushed open the door and surveyed the cozy yet minimalist room. The walls were a soft gray-blue, with a large, plush bed, a simple nightstand, and a brownish-gray lamp. The drawn gray curtains made the room feel dim.
"Have a seat. I'll go cook," Luo Ying said, heading to the kitchen.
Closing the door, the room plunged into darkness. Mo Ziang sat on the bed, and soon, he sprawled out, staring at the ceiling, lost in thought.
"Can I come in?" A knock sounded at the door.
"Sure," Mo Ziang replied.
The door opened, and light from the living room spilled into the dark room, illuminating Mo Ziang's pale face.
Luo Ying entered, carrying a pile of snacks, which he placed on the nightstand. "I didn't know what you liked, so if none of these suit your taste, you can grab something from the snack storage room next door."
Mo Ziang didn't respond, lying still as if lifeless.
Luo Ying left the room, closing the door behind him.
After some time, a purple, flame-like eye lit up in the dark room!
The sound of a blade being drawn echoed crisply!
But before Mo Ziang could strike, a sharp snap of fingers rang out.
Mo Ziang looked around the pitch-black space, unable to touch anything, as if floating in the air. His blade was gone!
"Relax," a young man's voice spoke.
Then, a foreigner wearing a headscarf appeared in the darkness. Though surrounded by blackness, he seemed to glow as if bathed in sunlight. Mo Ziang could clearly see his features.
Mo Ziang had no intention of talking. He threw a punch into the void, and instantly, the space shattered like glass, cracks spreading like branches!
He knew he was trapped in the other's domain. If he could break the domain's rules, he could escape!
"Hey~" The young man sighed, his form blurring and shifting into a baseball-capped youth. With a wave of his hand, the cracks repaired themselves!
"Can't you just let me finish, you idiot!" the young man roared.
"I'm a god! Does that automatically make me your enemy?"
Mo Ziang paused, then stopped moving. "What do you want?"
The young man rolled his eyes. "How does your brain even work?"
Mo Ziang punched the space again, causing it to fracture!
"Alright, alright! I won't insult you anymore!" the young man said, exasperated.
Mo Ziang asked coldly, "Your purpose."
Mo Ziang had no fondness for gods. He had met one before.
That god, high and mighty, had killed his companion with just a glance!
No reason, no justification—just because it felt like it.
Like a child crushing an ant for no reason.
Fortunately, not all gods were that powerful. They were strong but confined to their own worlds, unable to reach Earth.
He had fought other gods before, and it had been a draw!
In his mind, gods were arrogant beings who looked down on all life, ready to strike at a moment's notice if displeased.
So, when he encountered this god, his first instinct was to eliminate the threat immediately.
To cut off any future trouble.
"Fine, fine. As long as we can communicate," the young man sighed. "You know, my power doesn't quite meet the standards of a god, but I am one—a true descendant of the divine bloodline..."
Mo Ziang rested his chin on his hand, listening to the god's self-aggrandizing speech. Even if it was nonsense, it was worth considering.
"I'm basically a messenger serving other gods. My status isn't high among the divine, but I am still a divine messenger..." The young man paused, realizing he had been rambling.
Mo Ziang, chin still in hand, had fallen asleep, a snot bubble forming and popping.
The young man's face darkened. He coughed twice and shouted, "Dinner's ready!"
"Food!" The snot bubble burst, and Mo Ziang sprang to his feet, scanning the room.
"No food, no food. Sit down," the young man waved his hand dismissively.
"You'd better choose your words carefully," Mo Ziang pointed at him. "If you don't get to the point, I'm punching you!"
Alright, so the god's ramblings were just as useless as any human's.
"Why is everyone so aggressive these days?" the young man muttered, finally getting to the point. "I wanted to ask if you'd be interested in joining a competition organized by the gods."
"Be more specific."
"The gods have created a realm and organized a tournament, inviting Lamp Realm beings from across the multiverse who possess laws to participate."
"First, it's a free-for-all. If you kill another participant, their laws will become yours."
"Second, the maximum amount of laws you can steal is double your current capacity. So, once you've acquired laws equal to your own, killing others won't grant you more. But if you have allies who haven't reached their limit, they can take the excess laws."
"Third, the laws you gain won't immediately integrate into you. They'll be stored within you, and only if you survive the realm can you absorb them or transfer them to others," the young man explained.
"The gods have time for this kind of thing?" Mo Ziang frowned slightly.
"Of course not out of boredom," the young man admitted. "A small portion of the laws from the slain participants will end up in the hands of the gods."
"So, you're just reclaiming laws," Mo Ziang sneered. Laws were the power of the gods, the force they used to create worlds.
"Exactly," the young man said without hesitation. "You can choose not to participate. There are countless greedy beings across the multiverse. If you don't go, others will."
"Fine, I'll go," Mo Ziang rubbed his eyes and yawned.
"Good luck. You might want to look for others on Earth who meet the criteria. They could be your allies in the realm."
The young man finished speaking, and with a flick of his hand, a dark red mark appeared on Mo Ziang's arm. "The brighter the mark, the closer the competition. This isn't a secret, so you can discuss it with your organization and prepare."
The domain vanished.
Mo Ziang felt the solid bed beneath him again.
A soft knock came at the door. "Dinner's ready."
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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.
