In Nanako's bedroom, on the soft large bed.
Nanako sat on the fluffy mattress, her small face flushed pink, her eyes slightly flickering with an especially shy expression.
Her tiny body fidgeted as she sat there, her ahoge (cowlick) swishing back and forth vigorously.
Lynn said sternly: "Master, hurry up and lie down. It'll be harder if we wait, and it really won't hurt."
Nanako's face turned bright red as she said: "But... but that position is really embarrassing... and doing it from behind and all..."
Lynn took a deep breath and said: "Master... it's really fine, trust me, it'll be over with just one pop..."
Nanako squirmed, blushing as she said: "But Master has never done this before... and that thing... it's so hot... I don't like it..."
ヽ(`⌒´)ノ!
This is driving me crazy!
Lynn couldn't take it anymore, holding the cupping jar and matches in his hands, he said in exasperation:
"It's just cupping therapy, only cupping therapy! It's just to draw out the cold from your body, that's all it is!"
"Also, Master, could you please stop making those expressions?! People might get the wrong idea about what I'm doing to you!"
Furious!
Furious!
"Okay, okay! Disciple, don't be so fierce!"
Nanako resigned herself, pouting as she flopped down on the bed like a dead fish, hugging her pillow with a look of complete despair in her eyes.
Lynn shook his head in frustration.
He skillfully took out the magic powder, sprinkled it into the cupping jar, and lit the match.
Then he positioned it in place.
Pop—
"Eep—" Nanako's eyes immediately went wide, and she instinctively bit down on her ponytail.
Lynn shook his head and said with dead-fish eyes: "About ten minutes. I'll do a few more cups for Master, and the cold will come out quickly."
They had been back at Winter Spring Valley for several days now.
During this time, many things had happened outside, but most had little to do with them.
Basically, the day after they left, Winter Spring Valley and various major powers from the continent had sent many representatives to Moonlily City to investigate the demon invasion incident.
The specific details after that were unknown.
However, based on the news released over these past few days, it was generally considered to be a miracle manifested by the divine.
Though surely many people still didn't believe it.
But that had nothing to do with them anymore.
After experiencing the battle with that demon warlock, Nanako deeply felt her own weakness.
So after returning to Winter Spring Valley, she immediately wanted to attempt to break through to forbidden spells and master more powerful frost magic.
And the result...
Was completely predictable.
She was thoroughly backlashed, her magical energy reversed, her body invaded by cold, and she would definitely be weak for several days.
"Don't move around, there are still a few cups to go, it'll be done soon!"
"Oh! (。・ω・。)" said Nanako.
Pop—
"Eep—"
Pop—
"Ugh—"
Pop—
"That hurts!!"
Finally, after seven or eight cups.
Nanako lay powerlessly on her pillow, little stars spinning above her head, completely exhausted. Even her ahoge had drooped down. With an unfocused gaze, she mumbled:
"My body feels so empty..."
[Of course it does! How foolish, you stupid Master, you're only a city-level mage right now! Why are you trying to practice forbidden spells for no reason?!]
[There are still king-level mages above city-level, trying to jump two ranks to reach forbidden spell mage level, who besides the protagonist could achieve that?!]
[Do you think you're a genius like me, your disciple?]
[As expected, loli Master is as unreliable as ever!]
Lynn thought with frustration.
Nanako's ahoge snapped up angrily with a pop.
No...
Don't look down on Master!
Master will punish you!
But because her body was too weak, she could only lie there, unable to discipline her disciple even though she wanted to.
But then she deflated, blowing at her bangs as she mumbled:
"Nanako wants to become stronger too, but it's not that simple. Even though I'm a city-level mage, I still feel too weak..."
She immediately recalled the scene from her battle with the demon warlock.
That feeling of powerlessness made her feel very dejected.
Although she was already an executive of Winter Spring Valley, but still... but still...
And just then, Lynn's thoughts echoed in her mind.
[Sigh, let's go with the Ice Sorrow Meditation Technique. Although it's only a king-level technique, it should be enough for Master to practice with.]
Nanako's ahoge instantly stood straight up.
Her attention immediately focused behind her.
[I guess I'm too soft-hearted after all, I can't stand seeing the blue-haired loli so depressed, I'll help a little bit.]
[But how can I guide Master without making her suspicious of me? This is really quite a headache...]
After hearing this, Nanako's eyes went wide.
What!!
Disciple... he wants to help Master increase her strength!!
How touching is this?
Ice Sorrow Meditation Technique... I remember now, that's indeed a king-level technique!
But I'm only at city-level now, even if I got that technique, I wouldn't be able to use it!
As an executive of Winter Spring Valley, she naturally knew this very well.
Because this secret manual was in Winter Spring Valley's magic library.
So even if her disciple got her this meditation technique, it wouldn't be of much use to her...
"Master, time for porridge."
Lynn, completely unaware that his thoughts had been overheard, picked up the bowl, gently blew on it, scooped up a spoonful of hot porridge, and opened his mouth saying:
"Aah—"
"Aahm!" Nanako opened her mouth wide, glanced at Lynn, then ate it in one bite.
"You need to keep the blanket on and rest well, don't try practicing forbidden spells again these next few days!" Lynn said while blowing on the hot porridge:
"Otherwise, your condition will get worse!"
"I know!" Nanako moved her ahoge in annoyance.
Always saying the same thing...
Really now!
I'm supposed to be the Master here!
Why is it that every time I fall ill, I have to be taken care of like a child by my disciple?
It's really quite irritating!
Rather than this, I'd rather listen in more on his thoughts about that technique from earlier!
Nanako grumbled.
Then she wiggled like a caterpillar about ten centimeters towards the headboard.
She reached out to grab the ice cream cone on the bedside table.
Smack—
Lynn hit her small hand with the soup spoon.
"Ouch!"
"No eating cold things." Lynn said sternly: "Eating cold things now will only increase the cold in your body. Master, do you not want to recover quickly?"
Nanako held her reddened hand with o(╥﹏╥)o and said: "I know, I know, I won't eat it! Don't use such a stern voice!"
[Unbelievable, you've already made yourself like this, yet you still won't take proper care of your body!]
[You're so casual about being sick, but every time it's me who worries about you, you know?!]
[If things get worse, (╯°□°)╯︵ ┻━┻, I'll knock you out tonight and use a forbidden-level healing spell, I'll bring you back even if you explode!]
Nanako's eyes widened, about to grind her teeth.
But she suddenly froze.
W-worried...

e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

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.

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.”