Wagge City, with its towering steam towers piercing through the clouds, resembled a peculiar steel volcano, spewing out a mist that enveloped the entire city.
The engines roared, and gears spun rapidly.
Bullets streaked across the dark night sky.
Bright magic illuminated the dim stars.
At night, the resounding toll of a giant bell echoed through the steel metropolis, dispersing layers of mist and driving away the lurking shadows hidden in the darkness.
At this moment, fifteen hours had passed since Xu Xi fell asleep in the meditation chamber.
The instinctive thirst from his body stirred him awake.
He slowly opened his eyes, taking in the familiar surroundings of the meditation chamber. Glancing at the mechanical clock on the wall, Xu Xi couldn't help but let out a sigh.
"It's no surprise, though. After all, I worked non-stop for nine days and nights," he muttered to himself.
Gulp.
Gulp.
Summoning a large mass of water, Xu Xi rehydrated himself while stretching his slightly stiff body.
Overall, he was quite satisfied with the effects of this sleep.
Not only had all physical fatigue been eliminated, but his previously sluggish spirit had also been restored.
"It's time to move on to the next step. After going through so many historical records, I finally have some leads," Xu Xi said, turning his gaze to the corner of the meditation chamber.
There, on a temporarily laid magic stone slab, a silver-haired girl named Krisha lay in deep slumber.
Xu Xi walked over.
After a quick check, he confirmed that Krisha's vital signs were still stable before returning to his work desk and focusing on the stacks of handwritten notes.
The writing was meticulous and densely packed.
They contained detailed information on various classifications of demons.
It could be said that Xu Xi had now reached a profound level of understanding regarding demon-related knowledge.
Some obscure or incomplete knowledge had also been deciphered and supplemented with the help of the two entries: [Observer] and [Mortal's Wisdom].
"The term 'demon' is a definition created by humans. Strictly speaking, they should be called the Ancient Race or the Primordial Ones," Xu Xi mused.
The meditation chamber felt even more serene in the dead of night.
Xu Xi sat back down.
From the bottom of the pile of papers, he pulled out a fresh blank sheet and began jotting down new points.
"The theory of gods creating the world is clearly incorrect."
"If the gods truly possessed such power, they wouldn't need the faith of mere humans."
"Therefore, the correct history should be as written in *The Biography of Mage Lebogevo*: the world was born from chaos, and elements gave rise to all things."
"And the so-called demons are the first beings of this world."
"They possess unimaginably powerful physical bodies, innate abilities bestowed by the world, and from birth, they surpass other races with their extraordinary strength. The strongest among them can even rival gods."
"The only flaw is that pure-blooded demons have extremely unstable emotions and desires, which completely cut them off from the path of mage cultivation."
"Only exceptions like Krisha, who have diluted demon blood and broken emotions, can learn magic without being affected."
Steam surged, occasionally pushing open the copper lid.
It created a rhythmic clattering sound.
Accompanying it was the soft, delicate rustling of the pen tip rapidly gliding across the paper, like a gentle breeze brushing through countless leaves.
Looking at the demon-related information he had recorded, Xu Xi fell into deep thought. Perhaps the flaw of the demons wasn't an accident.
The development of things.
The development of the world.
Always follows the most fundamental law.
That is, from nothingness to existence, from chaos to order.
When the magical world was first born, even the world itself was incomplete. The so-called demons were, in fact, a manifestation of the world's disorder.
This is also why demons were later replaced by gods.
Because gods symbolize order, rules, and the personification of the world's orderly operation.
"Looking at it this way, the reason for Krisha's coma becomes clear."
Xu Xi put down his pen.
Gazing at the still-wet ink on the paper, he slightly raised his head and stared at the dim, unlit ceiling, letting out a sigh.
It wasn't an illness, nor was it a curse.
The reason for the witch's coma was the conflict between her demon blood and her mage's spiritual power, representing disorder and order respectively. They were incompatible, unable to coexist.
In the past, Krisha was weak, pitiful, and helpless, with a frail body and a sluggish spirit, so such concerns were unnecessary.
But the upheaval in Allenson City, the influx of sorrow and despair, activated her demon blood.
After advancing to an elite mage, her spiritual power also achieved an unprecedented breakthrough.
Thus.
Body and spirit, disorder and order, demon and god.
Two fates symbolizing different paths clashed fiercely within Krisha's body, sometimes slow, sometimes intense, causing her to oscillate between coma and wakefulness.
The absence of immediate danger didn't guarantee future safety.
"This is troublesome..."
Rubbing his throbbing temples.
Xu Xi's expression was complex.
Although he now understood the cause of the coma, how to resolve it and what to do remained a monumental challenge.
Frankly, matters involving gods and demons were somewhat advanced even for a grand mage.
But the entities within Krisha weren't true gods or demons, and Xu Xi wasn't an ordinary grand mage. With the power of his entries, there was still a glimmer of hope.
...
[You have uncovered the truth behind the witch's coma.]
[Your understanding of the magical world has deepened.]
[You have grasped the truths of the world.]
[Your outstanding performance and keen observation have slightly enhanced your Observer entry. The scope of your observation has expanded.]
[You begin to ponder how to correctly and effectively save the witch. In doing so, you conceive two methods.]
[The first method: strengthen either the demon blood or the spiritual power alone, allowing it to completely consume the other. This way, without opposition, the witch would awaken.]
[The second method: balance disorder and order, allowing the powers of demon and god to coexist within the girl's body.]
[After much deliberation, you ultimately chose the second method.]
[For the witch, for Krisha Christina, both body and spirit are indispensable. Losing either would cause her immense harm, and you cannot bear to witness such a tragedy.]
[Mortal's Wisdom is activating... Observer is activating...]
[You begin to explore the essence of balance.]
[You joyfully discover that, in her unconscious state, Krisha instinctively harmonizes the two forces, causing them to intertwine. This is why her eyes have evolved into a rotating pattern of black and gold.]
[Without hesitation, you set up a unique magic array within the meditation chamber to suppress Krisha's demon blood.]
[Simultaneously, you burn Clear-Mind Grass to awaken the girl's dormant consciousness, allowing her to take control of her spiritual power and guide, dominate, and manipulate the neutralization of the two forces.]
[The path to balance lies within.]
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
