At this point, one of the stewards suddenly seemed to remember something.
"By the way, Steward Andrew, there’s something we’ve been too afraid to tell you..."
"What is it?" Andrew raised an eyebrow slightly.
The stewards exchanged glances, and then one of them whispered:
"Your senior brother, Andre the Archmage, has returned from the Endless Sea. He’s expected to arrive at our Winter Spring Valley in a few days."
In an instant, they noticed a subtle change in Andrew’s expression. His eyes narrowed, glinting with a chilling light.
"Oh?" he said, squinting. "Why didn’t you tell me this earlier?"
The steward wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and stammered, "Well... uh..."
It was precisely because they knew the relationship between the two that they had hesitated to speak up.
These stewards were well aware of the deep-seated animosity between Andrew and his senior brother. Back in the day, they had nearly come to blows over the position of the First Steward.
During their time in Winter Spring Valley, the stewards had witnessed firsthand what it meant for two titans to clash. It was a rivalry that had lasted since childhood.
If your mage tower was an inch taller than mine, I’d make sure mine was a foot taller by tomorrow!
If you mastered one forbidden spell, I’d master two!
If you had one son, I’d have two just to outdo you!
There was even that one time in the bathhouse when they accidentally caught a glimpse of each other and noticed a difference of a few micrometers... and that was enough to spark another round of competition.
In the end, they overused magic potions, which led to... well, let’s just say they both suffered a backlash.
Everything shrank!
They thought that would be the end of it.
But then, just because one of them accidentally noticed that the other was a few micrometers smaller...
They started competing over who could be smaller!
O(╥﹏╥)o.
Just recalling those days made all the stewards feel a wave of phantom pain.
"Steward Andrew, we all know there’s some tension between you and your senior brother, but..."
The surrounding stewards wiped their sweat and continued:
"Now your senior brother holds a different status. He’s the First Bishop of the Sea God’s Temple. This time, he’s surely returning for important discussions with Winter Spring Valley. You really need to tread carefully!"
[The Sea God’s Temple?]
Andrew snorted coldly and said indifferently, "What? Do you think a First Bishop is more prestigious than a First Steward? Do you expect me to kneel and call him ‘Father’?"
"Not at all! Not at all!" The stewards widened their eyes in panic. "Please don’t misinterpret our words! We’re just trying to give you a friendly reminder!"
Andrew flicked his sleeve and turned away, saying calmly, "Enough. I understand what you’re trying to say. Although we’ve never gotten along, that was a hundred years ago. Do you really think I, Andrew the Archmage, am that petty?"
The others trembled.
No!
We definitely don’t think you’re that petty...
But do you really have no self-awareness about your own pettiness?
Their eyes instinctively drifted to the floor in front of his chair, where the marble had slightly sunk from years of being stepped on.
And faintly visible in the depression was what appeared to be a name carved into the stone.
Then, their gazes wandered through the crack in the door to the training dummies outside in the square.
The face of one of the dummies looked eerily familiar.
Whoosh—
A magic arrow struck the dummy right in the forehead.
The stewards shuddered, snapping back to reality, their eyes wide and their throats dry.
Is this what you call being petty, Steward Andrew?
"Enough!" Andrew waved his hand grandly, his beard fluttering as he declared, "This meeting is adjourned. Dismissed!"
...
Several hours later.
In Nanako’s mage tower.
"It’s over, it’s over, it’s over!"
Nanako, dressed in a blue mage robe with her hair tied into two ponytails, paced back and forth, her small hands cupping her chin as she thought deeply. With each step, her long ponytails swished like ribbons.
On a nearby recliner, Lynn’s eyes followed the swaying ponytails, left and right, until his eyelids drooped with boredom.
"Master..." Lynn yawned, his voice drowsy.
"You’ve been pacing for two hours now. I’ve calculated that you’ve walked back and forth twelve thousand one hundred times, covering hundreds of kilometers. Aren’t you bored? In this time, you could’ve run several marathons."
Indeed.
Ever since the stewards’ meeting ended, Nanako had returned home and seemed to be stuck in an endless loop of pacing.
[Is she having a hyperactivity episode→_→? Otherwise, why has she been so restless lately?]
[Master, we’re almost out of gold coins. If your salary doesn’t come in this month, I’ll have to sell your jewelry and clothes!]
[Nanako’s Mage Brand Cloth Armor, petite size, two gold coins each, fair price, no scams~]
[Hahahaha—]
Nanako suddenly turned her head, her gaze locking onto Lynn.
In the reflection of Lynn’s eyes, the petite mage floated over like a ghost and slammed her hands on his shoulders.
Her blue eyes (￣^￣) glared down at him.
Lynn gulped, his eyes wide.
Since he was lying on the recliner, Nanako’s position created a somewhat domineering posture.
Lynn coughed awkwardly and said, "Uh... Master, it’s still noon. There are several hours until nightfall. Maybe..."
"Stupid disciple, stupid disciple, stupid disciple!!!!"
Nanako (〃＞皿＜) shook her head vigorously, her long ponytails whipping Lynn’s face at an unimaginable speed.
Slap, slap, slap, slap, slap—
The rhythmic slapping sounds echoed through the room.
Lynn: "!!!!"
"Stop! Stop! Master, please stop! This really hurts!"
Suddenly, Nanako grabbed his shoulders and pulled him close, her face o(≧口≦)o as she cried:
"Disciple, help me think of something! Andre the Archmage is coming back, and he’s definitely bringing Juejuezi with him. She’s going to come after me, she’s going to bully me!"
Lynn stared in horror at her ponytails.
[No, I have to find a way to cut these ponytails off. They’re too dangerous.]
[This crazy loli has clearly found a new weapon to torment me. I need to nip this habit in the bud!]
[Otherwise, my life will be miserable!]
"Juejuezi?" Lynn asked, startled. "Who’s that?"
Nanako glared, pulling Lynn closer and gritting her teeth. "Someone who’s always picking fights with me!!"
Lynn: "Huh?"
...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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?"
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?!
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
