"Hahaha! What a coincidence!"
Lynn laughed heartily, feeling particularly cheerful, and slapped his thigh to express his joy at this unexpected reunion.
"I was wondering why I couldn't find you later, so you secretly ran here! If I hadn't suddenly thought to come check this place out, I wouldn't have known you were hiding here!"
"Just like your style!"
Crack—
A barely audible breaking sound.
Dragon Amon stared blankly at the spot where he had just received that little slap.
It seemed... the bone had fractured...
Buzz—
His mind went completely blank, and the entire dragon was dazed.
That strength...
That incredibly annoying tone of voice...
Could it be... could it possibly be...
"You... you're Lynn!!" he shouted in terror, instantly spreading his wings.
"You're actually still alive!!!"
Lynn crossed his arms and smiled slightly: "Of course, how could I possibly die? However..."
Lynn corrected his choice of words, hesitating: "Are you sure you want to address me by my name?"
Amon's entire body trembled violently.
No!
Absolutely impossible!
He couldn't possibly still be alive. He hadn't been a bootlicker for many years now, and he absolutely wouldn't call him by that title again.
He had dignity, he had dragon pride!
Amon, you must be strong, don't be afraid!
You absolutely cannot submit again!!
"Godfather!"
Amon shamefully lowered his proud head, reluctantly o(╥﹏╥)o calling out that cursed title he had freed himself from for a thousand years.
"Those were the days! Those were the days indeed!" Lynn's eyes immediately welled up with tears.
He remembered clearly.
Back when he went to govern the Dragon Clan, he happened to meet this ice dragon.
Initially, Lynn didn't want to pay him any attention, but he couldn't resist that sweet talk!
Calling him "father" this and "your grandson" that...
The flattery was just too comfortable!
And so.
After his repeated pleading, Lynn had no choice but to make an exception and let him become one of his mounts.
Thinking about those times, Lynn couldn't help but smile.
This was his favorite jester back then!
"What fate! This is truly fate!" Lynn wiped his moist eyes, saying emotionally:
"Meeting an old friend in a foreign land, it really makes one want to cry no matter where you are!"
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Yes! Yes! Your son is so moved too!"
No! No! I'm not moved at all!
I really didn't want to see you ever again!
I haven't been a bootlicker for many years!
Weren't you dead?
Weren't you killed by the gods a thousand years ago?
Why do I have to meet you here again!
Heavens above!
He wanted to burst into tears.
Lynn couldn't contain his smile and said: "So, little Amon, what are you doing here? You seemed very happy earlier."
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Not at all! After I thought Godfather was killed, I suffered for a whole thousand years. I called out your name in my dreams every day, hoping you would return once more. I dreamed of you constantly! Dreamed of my most respected Godfather!"
Why!
Why on earth!
He had clearly stopped being a bootlicker for so many years.
Why could he still flatter so fluently!
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o pointed at the palace and said: "Godfather, look, I prepared this palace for you while you were still alive, planning for you to come enjoy the scenery whenever you wanted..."
"For these thousand years, I've been meticulously crafting it for you! All in hopes that you would return one day!"
Looking at the magnificent palace, Lynn was immediately moved.
"Good son! Truly my good son! How thoughtful!"
Amon was already crying.
Why was his heart saying one thing, but his mouth automatically speaking such smooth flattery!
The palace he had spent a thousand years building!
It was just completed yesterday, and he hadn't even had the chance to enjoy it...
Lynn wiped his emotional tears and smiled through them:
"Indeed worthy of being my favorite mount, your filial piety..."
Amon trembled instantly.
He's accepting it?
He's accepting it, isn't he?!!
Is he?!!
Lynn said tearfully: "I'll reluctantly accept it then. Go find yourself another good spot to build one too, you mustn't suffer!"
"..."
"..."
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "It's no suffering at all... thank you for your grace, Father, Amon is about to cry!"
Why!
Why can I speak words of gratitude so fluently!
This palace was clearly built for myself!
Oh gods!
"Go on then! Go play!" Lynn waved his hand, teary-eyed: "Go find a good spot first, Father has some things to do, we'll have a good chat later!"
Amon o(╥﹏╥)o said: "Yes, Father, take care."
Then under Lynn's teary gaze, Amon flapped his massive wings and flew away crying.
Lynn wiped the moisture from the corners of his eyes, feeling deeply moved.
What a coincidence!
It really was such a coincidence.
Being able to meet his devoted little bootlicker again truly added a different color to his boring life!
Could this be destiny?
Lynn wiped away his tears, took a deep breath, and sat pensively on the high throne.
His lips curled into a slight smile.
His body instantly began to glow with light.
The next moment, he transformed into a mysterious sovereign holding a staff, tall in stature, with ice-blue divine light flickering in his eyes.
A goddess who looked incredibly powerful.
"Hehe, now I just need to wait to drag my loli master in here."
As for why he transformed into a goddess, there was certainly a significant reason.
After all, following the incident with Vivian.
Lynn deeply realized.
A powerful and handsome male could very easily steal a young girl's heart.
Therefore, to prevent his loli master from developing feelings for others.
Taking the form of a goddess was very reasonable; this was the result of his careful consideration.
I'm simply a genius!
Of course, Lynn had also considered transforming into other non-human forms.
But fearing it might frighten his loli master, this was the only option.
Lynn's lips curled into a smile as he held his staff, divine light above his head, and said:
"Just waiting for my loli master now!"
...
Meanwhile.
In the wizard tower.
Nanako lay on her soft bed, the blanket covering her face, only revealing a pair of sapphire-like eyes, sometimes hiding her face, sometimes peeking out.
"So, how should the disciple teach themselves?"
"Surely they're not planning to sneak in and knock Nanako unconscious... and then..."
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?"
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
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.”
