【To celebrate the first day of moving into a new home, you decide to cook a meal】
【The wisdom of mortals is being activated… The Observer is being activated…】
【With unparalleled precision, you cook a table full of delicious dishes. Your culinary skills have improved, and you’ve become more adept at using kitchen tools】
【You feel a tinge of regret that there is no concept of a "God of Cooking" in this world, or else you might have tried to claim the title】
【At the dining table, Krisha praises your cooking】
【"The food you make is the best, Mentor," she says in a calm yet sincere tone, though she eats so quickly that soup stains the corner of her lips】
【You carefully wipe it clean for her】
【The dinner is enjoyable, not just because of the delicious food, but also because you’ve finally returned to living indoors after a long period of life in the wild】
【During the after-dinner chat, you explain to the witch about the existence of gods, mentioning that you might one day become enemies with them】
【The witch’s wisdom is slow, and she doesn’t fully grasp your meaning, but in her heart, there is only one answer】
【As long as you need her, she will always stay by your side】
【The witch’s response is as calm as ever, but this time, it carries a firm resolve. Even if you were to stand against the world, she would walk with you to the end of it】
“Krisha, this is dangerous.”
“I know, Mentor.”
“Don’t you need to think about it?”
“No, Mentor.”
There’s no need to consider the danger, nor is there any hesitation.
Such concepts don’t exist for a witch who has been trapped in a swamp of malice since childhood, almost tortured to death.
All she can do, all she wants to do,
is stay by the side of that sun.
……
【The witch has her own set of principles—firm and decisive. You feel both proud and worried, fearing that Krisha might catch the attention of the gods】
【You decide to be even more cautious in protecting Krisha in the future】
【You continue your conversation with her】
【You share more knowledge about the gods, helping her understand the enemy so she isn’t left in the dark】
【She is surprised by the power of the gods and recalls the divine punishment of the God of Light she witnessed near Alenson】
【The witch asks you if there is a force in this world stronger than the gods】
【You ponder for a long time】
【Finally, you give a playful answer】
【“Perhaps the power of love can. After all, the power of emotions can be limitless at times.”】
You say this with a smile, recalling the many passionate anime you watched before crossing into this world, where the protagonists shouted about friendship, bonds, love, and justice as they defeated their enemies.
【Unfortunately, the real world is cruel. Strength must be built gradually, and you can’t defeat gods in such a way】
……
【As the years pass, time flows like a river】
【In the eleventh year of the simulation, you are 25, and Krisha is 17】
【Time flies, and in the blink of an eye, you and Krisha have lived in Wagge City for a year. You’ve abandoned your old identities and created new ones】
【A year is enough to erase the unfamiliarity and unease. You’ve returned to your daily routines, living peacefully in Wagge City just as you did in Allenson City】
【In spring, you take Krisha to admire the fragrance of mountain flowers and grass】
【In summer, you listen to the cicadas in the courtyard, while Krisha pours you a glass of chilled juice】
【In autumn, as the weather turns cooler, the steam devices run all day, and amidst the rumbling, you and Krisha quietly watch the falling leaves】
【In winter, when the snow covers the ground in a thick blanket, you enjoy sipping the hot drinks Krisha prepares while flipping through magic books】
【Everything is so beautiful, everything is so harmonious】
【You hope that this kind of daily life can last forever. With your talent, as long as you have enough time, you can reach even greater heights】
【What makes you even happier is that in this new year, Krisha has broken through from an official mage to an elite mage】
Wagge City.
In the new courtyard where you’ve lived for a year.
Xu Xi looks at the 17-year-old gray-haired witch and nods slightly. He can feel Krisha’s spiritual power undergoing a transformation, advancing toward a deeper level.
This means Krisha is about to break through to the elite mage level.
Her strength will grow.
Her ability to protect herself will increase.
In this world, there are many strong individuals, but they aren’t exactly common.
The strength of an elite mage is enough for Krisha to stand on her own.
“Krisha, relax a little more. Let your spiritual power sense the elements as much as possible.”
Xu Xi offers guidance, standing under the large tree canopy above. The leaves rustle in the wind, creating a symphony of light and shadow that dances across the ground.
The girl stands beneath it.
Her cold, delicate face alternates between light and shadow.
“Yes, Mentor,” she replies softly, focusing intently on mobilizing her spiritual power, carefully sensing the surging earth, wind, water, and fire around her.
The soil beneath her feet, the flow of air, the hum of steam, the scorching sunlight.
The four basic elements hidden within all things.
Gradually, Krisha’s spiritual power synchronizes with them.
But at this moment, without her even realizing it, her eyes undergo a rapid change. The black and gold colors mix and swirl like a vortex.
“Thud—”
Her spiritual power breaks through successfully.
The witch ascends to the elite mage level.
At the same time, for some unknown reason, she collapses and falls into a deep coma.
“Krisha?!”
Xu Xi’s expression changes, and he rushes over to check on her.
……
【You are delighted by the witch’s progress】
【You believe that with her current rate of cultivation, you can definitely train her to become a grand mage before you leave this world】
【With that level of strength, even if you’re not by her side, she will be able to protect herself】
【You dream of the future and prepare 4th to 5th-level magic books in advance, planning to teach the 17-year-old witch new spells】
【But you never expected】
【That the moment she successfully advanced, her eyes, which had been calm for a year, would change again, causing her to fall into a deep coma】
【You immediately cast a life spell, only to find that the witch isn’t injured, and the spell has no effect】
【You are shocked, you are puzzled】
【The Observer is being activated… continuously activated…】
【Recalling the changes in the witch’s eyes, you speculate that the cause of her coma might be related to a sudden change in her demonic bloodline. This gives you a new direction for research】
【You quickly take the witch to the meditation room to rest, while also digging up the demonic books you’ve collected over the years】
【Feeling that it’s not enough, you head to the Mage Association and, after some searching, find two ancient texts】
【The wisdom of mortals continues to activate…】
【Research into the demonic race deepens…】
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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...
