In the endless gray mist, on the azure surface of the lake, Ning Yu knelt on one knee, gently holding Moon Princess’s hand. The white gemstone ring on her beautiful finger reflected the dazzling light of the lake.
“The initiation ritual is taking so long. What if I’m already dead by the time I leave?”
A strange thought crossed Ning Yu’s mind.
In those magical girl anime from her past life, the transformation process lasted nearly a minute, which always seemed like more than enough time for the villains to kill them several times over.
“Here, there is no concept of time,” Moon Princess said, as if reading Ning Yu’s thoughts.
Her silver hair fluttered in the wind, and the lake rippled from the strong currents. A mysterious eyepatch adorned with intricate silver-white feathers covered her eyes.
The golden spiral mark on her forehead slowly emerged.
“Or rather, every time you meet me, it’s a different version of me,” she continued.
“But to you, it makes no difference.”
As she explained, she placed one hand over her chest and, with the other, passed a glowing orb of power into Ning Yu’s body, as if transferring a flame.
Once again, Ning Yu felt that exhilarating sensation of understanding the truths of the world.
She stared into Moon Princess’s eyes, which were so deep that it seemed like if she looked any longer, she’d be pulled into the flickering images of the river of time.
**[Prompt: Host has entered the Thoughtless Moonlight Mode.]**
**[You have gained: Moon Princess’s Blessing * Tier I]**
**[You have gained a temporary skill: Mistwalking]**
“BOOM!!!”
Leviathan’s “Love-Hate Ecstasy” scythe unleashed a deadly strike, accompanied by black cracks and terrifying light, slashing through the spot where Ning Yu had been standing.
But Ning Yu had already vanished without a trace.
The force of the strike cut through the building behind her like a chainsaw, and black flames quickly engulfed the structure.
Everything seemed destined to be consumed by those dark flames.
Leviathan’s expression darkened. He couldn’t understand how Ning Yu, who had already fallen into his trap, could disappear.
He glanced around, his ash-white hair swaying slightly with the movement. The eyes on his “Love-Hate Ecstasy” scythe closed one by one, then vanished entirely.
Ning Yu was now walking through a black-and-white world. The moment she emerged from Moon Princess’s presence, she activated **[Mistwalking]**.
Moving at incredible speed, she appeared beside Leviathan, emerging from the mist with her Blood Kite aimed at his back as he continued to search for her.
Leviathan, with his back to Ning Yu, smirked triumphantly. This time, only one eye opened in the center of his scythe.
Ning Yu knew her sneak attack had been detected—exactly as she had planned.
As he twisted and swung his scythe, the horrifying black flames ignited around him, and a strong sense of danger enveloped Ning Yu.
But she wasn’t afraid. Time seemed to freeze in that moment, and Leviathan’s movements slowed to a crawl.
**[Moon’s Moment]** had been activated.
Ning Yu swung her Blood Kite, unleashing a flurry of slashes that covered every inch of Leviathan’s body.
With **[Embrace of Fire]**, **[Power Conversion]**, and **[Moon Princess’s Blessing * Tier I]**, her physical abilities had reached a terrifying level.
After delivering the barrage of strikes, Ning Yu wasted no time. She turned and summoned an RPG from the void, aiming it at the area with the highest concentration of zombies on the ground and firing quickly.
“BOOM!”
The warhead froze in mid-air the moment it was fired, thanks to the effects of **[Moon’s Moment]**.
Then, she pressed the detonator for the explosives in her hand.
As **[Moon’s Moment]** ended, Leviathan’s body was instantly sliced into countless pieces, shattering before Ning Yu’s eyes.
“KABOOM!!!!”
“BOOM!!!!”
When the time-stop ended, the thermobaric bomb exploded at the target location, turning a large group of zombies into vaporized flesh under the intense heat.
Another building collapsed from the explosion, crushing the zombies below.
In **[Thoughtless Moonlight Mode]**, Ning Yu couldn’t afford to waste a single second. She had to maximize the effects of **[Moon’s Moment]** to accumulate as many points as possible.
The horde of zombies had essentially become a buff for her, a walking ATM of points she could withdraw from at any time.
But even so, the constant drain of 100 points per second was unsustainable. She needed to end this quickly.
Despite having reduced Leviathan’s body to pieces again, Ning Yu still didn’t hear the notification for mission completion.
Just as she had expected.
The same trick wouldn’t work on her twice.
Sure enough, the “corpse” of the recently slain Leviathan transformed back into a doll.
“Is this your trump card?” Ning Yu asked, smiling confidently as Leviathan reappeared in the air.
“Let’s see how many lives you have left.”
Leviathan stared at Ning Yu with astonishment, unnerved by her bizarre techniques.
In an instant, his decoy had been triggered again. If this continued, he’d eventually run out of them...
Ning Yu disappeared into the air once more, her crimson eyes locking onto Leviathan like the gaze of a death god.
Leviathan pressed his pale lips together, then suddenly placed a hand over his eyepatch. Black mist began to seep out from the edges, spreading around him like the sudden opening of an icehouse door in summer.
“I must admit, your strength is truly impressive,” Leviathan said, his voice trembling.
“I will turn you into the most beautiful doll.”
His hand shook as he clutched his eye, his mouth stretching into an exaggerated grin to reveal sharp, menacing teeth.
Seeing the unsettling and unpredictable black mist, Ning Yu glanced at the building still burning with black flames and hesitated to approach.
This time, she kept her distance from Leviathan, pulling out armor-piercing rounds from her system and aiming the RPG at him from afar.
Leviathan ignored her actions as the black mist around him grew thicker. The eyes on his “Love-Hate Ecstasy” scythe reopened one by one.
“BOOM!”
The armor-piercing round shot out of the barrel, hurtling toward Leviathan. It accelerated rapidly in the air, its tail flame blazing brightly.
“Ugh… AHHHH!!!!”
Leviathan let out a piercing scream as he finally removed his eyepatch. The black mist around him became dense and terrifying.
The armor-piercing round struck the thick black mist, but nothing happened—it disappeared without a trace, as if swallowed by quicksand.
Leviathan’s skin turned an ashen gray, losing its human-like hue and beginning to resemble that of a zombie.
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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.”
