*Bang! Bang!*
Multiple anger marks kept popping up above Nanako's head.
She gritted her teeth, raised her tiny fists while making grinding sounds, and her delicate eyebrows twitched frantically.
This insolent disciple!
How infuriating!
Ever since she could hear his thoughts, she had to constantly hold back her anger.
How dare he look down on his master like this!!!
But now wasn't the time to deal with him. If she couldn't decode the Ancient Elven Scripture within a day, she would be in big trouble!
Without another word.
Nanako quickly sat down in her chair, focused intently, and picked up her quill and paper.
Then she solemnly opened the first page of the scripture.
And then Nanako remained frozen in that position, as if time had stopped.
"..."
"..."
The wind whistled past.
Under Lynn's watchful gaze, half an hour later.
[3]
[2]
[1]
Lynn counted down in his mind.
And right when he counted to 1, Nanako, with impeccable timing, collapsed onto the desk with a thud.
Her face pressed against the scripture, her long ponytail drooping, as she mumbled:
"It's too difficult... my mind is blank... I can't figure it out, it's so frustrating... how could anyone possibly understand Ancient Elven writing..."
[Heh, just as expected.]
[Ancient Elven writing? Oh, this looks familiar, isn't this the book I used to prop up the table corner a few days ago...]
[Does this even need decoding? Isn't this something anyone with a brain could understand?]
[Oh right, I forgot the Ancient Elves went extinct a thousand years ago, no wonder people nowadays can't understand it.]
*Swish swish swish—*
Nanako's cowlick instantly stood up like an antenna.
Her ears perked up immediately.
"Could it be that this stupid disciple..." she was suddenly shocked, thinking to herself: "He can understand the writing in this scripture?!!!"
Nanako immediately sat up straight, her eyes wide, turned her head, and stared intently at Lynn.
Lynn, who was leaning back in his chair not far away reading a romance novel, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
He puzzledly peered over the top of his book and said:
"Master, is something the matter?"
Nanako initially wanted to ask directly, but immediately swallowed her words.
No!
If she asked directly, it would definitely make her disciple suspicious.
If this stupid disciple discovered that she could hear his thoughts, it would be disastrous.
"Come here and copy these magic formulas!" She tsundere-like slammed the table and said:
"Don't think you can slack off just because your master isn't paying attention, have you forgotten what I said before? Study hard and improve every day!"
Lynn: "..."
[What's gotten into this blue-haired loli today!]
[Why is she suddenly so keen on making me study? Usually when something like this happens, shouldn't she be depressed for several days?]
[Something's wrong, something's definitely wrong, she's bounced back way too quickly today!]
Lynn muttered to himself.
He had no choice but to put down his novel and walk to the opposite side, sitting down in the chair under Nanako's stern gaze.
He glanced at the scripture in front of Nanako.
[Heh, as expected, it's the writing of the second generation elves. I'll just sit here and watch the show. With just this one scripture and no other reference materials, it's impossible to decode!]
[This stupid blue-haired loli would never think of such a thing.]
[Hehe, I know, but I'm not going to tell you. Just for fun~]
Nanako: "???"
Suppressing her urge to beat him up, Nanako casually glanced at him and said:
"What? Disciple, can you understand the writing here?"
Lynn shook his head and said with a smile: "Master, what are you joking about? If even you can't understand these writings, how could I possibly understand them?"
[How could I not understand? I created this writing system for the second generation elves, how could I not understand it?]
[What a joke!]
[Back in the day, I was the elves'...]
Hearing her disciple's thoughts, Nanako was shocked, her heart filled with astonishment.
What?!
He created it himself!!
What kind of dimensional joke is this?!!
According to related documents, the Ancient Elves' golden age was a thousand years ago!
Although they later went extinct for unknown reasons, leading to the destruction of many related records and materials, but...
Wait...
Nanako's eyes suddenly widened.
She suddenly remembered that in one of her disciple's previous thoughts, he had mentioned that he had lived for at least a thousand years...
Could it be...
Nanako stared wide-eyed, picked up the scripture and covered her face with it to prevent her disciple from noticing anything suspicious in her expression.
Her eyes darted quickly.
No matter what, she had to take this opportunity to probe him properly!
Then.
Nanako huffed, put down the book in a tsundere manner, pointed at the writing in the scripture, and said:
"It's normal that you can't understand it, but don't lump your master in with you. Your master is brilliant, and with just a bit of study, I've almost figured out all of this writing."
Lynn was stunned: "Really?"
Ignoring his thoughts, Nanako sat up straight, pointed at the first line of the scripture, and said proudly:
"Disciple, repeat after me, 'Abozidele...'"
Lynn was immediately shocked.
[Abozidele? What's next, ABCDE?!!]
[Blue-haired loli, if you're going to try to show off in front of me, at least use something that makes sense!]
[Even if you translated this into an erotic novel it would be better, how am I supposed to go along with this nonsense!]
Lynn's mind was filled with complaints.
Nanako stared wide-eyed, her face turning red from the complaints she was hearing.
Lynn sighed helplessly, his gaze falling on the title page of the scripture.
And the moment he saw the contents, his expression became serious.
The content there caught his attention.
[In the Elven Era 2021, the Elven King decreed all elven warriors of the Violet Continent to gather at the royal court, preparing to answer the call of the First King of Violet Continent to battle against the gods.]
[We have become God Betrayers, and we shall become God Slayers, and we shall sound the horn of twilight for their gods.]
[To the elven warriors of future generations, I shall record our great journey herein. If we cannot return, this document shall become the only evidence of our existence, henceforth.]
Nanako trembled, shocked by her disciple's thoughts that echoed in her mind.
This was a language she had never heard before.
But because of his thoughts, she could somehow understand its meaning.
She looked up in surprise at Lynn, who was silently staring at the scripture in her hands, her heart filled with indescribable shock.
Her disciple... he really could understand the writing!
The ancient elven writing from a thousand years ago...
That was the writing of an extinct ancient civilization! It represented an extremely glorious history.
It seems.
Her disciple's thoughts weren't deceiving her.
Her breathing became rapid as she quickly memorized the thoughts she had heard.
Then nervously turned to the next page.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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!
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.”
