"The one behind the scenes?"
Ophelia furrowed her brows in confusion. "Isn't the one behind the scenes Laure, the Third Prince's trusted aide? Didn't Fred already kill him? Are you saying there's someone else behind Laure?"
Luo Wei nodded. "The incident was indeed triggered by Laure's attempt to summon an evil god, but you must understand, in the grand scheme of things, he was merely a pawn..."
Ophelia was instantly startled. She nervously grabbed Luo Wei's hand.
"You saw the being he tried to summon? You saw the evil god??"
Luo Wei looked at her seriously and nodded silently.
"Who is it? Which being is it?" Ophelia quickly asked.
Luo Wei decisively shook his head. "I can't tell you. If you knew its name, you would attract trouble too."
In many cases, simply knowing the name of an evil god or silently reciting its title in one's mind could lead to unpredictable consequences.
Countless investigators (protagonists in supernatural events, often professors, historians, or occultists) had been driven to despair or madness because of such knowledge. Faced with such terrifying entities, the only thing humans could do was to avoid drawing attention to themselves and suppress any unnecessary curiosity.
Luo Wei only wanted her to understand the gravity of the situation, not to bring unnecessary calamity upon her.
"Luo Wei..."
Ophelia was still sulking. She stared at Luo Wei with a mix of dissatisfaction and resentment.
"Can't we bear this together...? Don't you trust me...?"
Luo Wei shook his head again. "It's not that I don't trust you. How could I not trust you?"
"Then tell me!" she almost commanded.
Luo Wei simply looked at her silently, saying nothing more.
Their eyes locked in a prolonged silence until, finally, Ophelia let out an exasperated sigh.
"I guess I'm just useless. If I were as powerful as the great god Nodens, I wouldn't be afraid of these annoying creatures..."
Luo Wei, seeing her frustrated expression, thought she had come to her senses and smiled in relief.
But to his surprise, Ophelia's expression remained fierce. She crossed her arms and glared at him coldly.
"No matter what you think, you didn't tell me, so I'm angry!"
"So, you have to comfort me, or I won't let this go!"
Luo Wei chuckled and placed his hands on her soft shoulders. "How should I comfort you? Should I give you a shoulder rub?"
"Is a shoulder rub enough?" She raised an eyebrow, turning her entire chair around. Beneath her loose, white bathrobe, a pair of delicate feet stretched out toward Luo Wei's face.
Luo Wei stared at the pristine feet now inches from his face, momentarily stunned. "A foot rub?"
Ophelia nodded with a stern face. "Yes. Do it well, and there's a reward. Do it poorly—"
She narrowed her eyes dangerously. "There'll be punishment! A big punishment!"
Seeing Luo Wei's slightly dazed expression as he stared at her feet and his stiff posture, Ophelia thought this might be a humiliating act for him, or for any man.
She even began to wonder if she had gone too far, thinking that if he really didn't like it, she would stop pushing and choose a milder form of punishment...
But to her surprise.
Luo Wei's eyes suddenly lit up with fervor, and he eagerly grabbed her foot.
"Ah~"
Caught off guard, Ophelia couldn't help but let out a soft moan.
It tickles...
What is he doing?!
Luo Wei was now completely engrossed, his gaze fixed on the treasure in his hands as he gently "massaged" it, one motion after another.
His eyes grew bolder, traveling upward.
From the playful, delicate toes to the fair and exquisite ankles, and further up to the slender, pink-tinged calves and the firm, well-proportioned thighs with their graceful curves...
Luo Wei, the self-proclaimed foot masseur, shamelessly inspected the tantalizing glimpses of her pure white "absolute territory" beneath the loose bathrobe. It was all so breathtakingly beautiful.
This was no punishment—it was a reward!
"Luo Wei... Luo Wei!"
Ophelia was starting to panic. She had never noticed before that Luo Wei could be so...
Perverted?
What's so interesting about feet??
Ophelia, now both annoyed and embarrassed, tried to pull her foot back, but it was too late.
This guy! Just as she was about to scold him, regret filling her heart.
A sound of shattering glass came from the doorway.
Ophelia's gaze shifted to the side.
The maid, Susan, stood frozen in place, her mouth agape, her face as red as a ripe apple.
"Ah!"
"Sorry, sorry! Your Highness, please continue! I'll leave right away! I won't disturb you!"
She hastily bowed her head and fled the room like a startled deer.
Before leaving, she even thoughtfully closed the door behind her.
Ophelia sighed in exasperation.
Throughout the entire ordeal, Luo Wei hadn't even glanced at Susan. He was too absorbed, too lost in his own world to notice anything else.
"My skills aren't bad, right~"
He looked up at the blushing Ophelia with a grin, his hands applying more pressure with each stroke.
"Mmm... ah~ Wait! Wait!"
It did feel good, but...
This couldn't go on any longer!!
Ophelia finally managed to pull her foot back after much effort.
She glared at Luo Wei, both embarrassed and furious. When she saw his cheeky grin, her anger only grew.
Not only had her "punishment" failed to have any effect, but it had also made him so happy!?
This wouldn't do!
Ophelia pinched the flesh on Luo Wei's waist, making him yelp in pain.
"Ouch! Such an excellent foot masseur, and you're still not satisfied? Is this how you treat a respected therapist?"
"Hmph!" Ophelia snorted.
"You're so shameless, it's like the walls of the old capital! Disgusting and perverted!"
She tried to maintain a stern expression, but the corners of her mouth twitched, betraying her struggle to hold back a laugh.
"If I weren't shameless, how could I have won you over?" Luo Wei chuckled. "Isn't that right, my dear Fifth Princess?"
"Tch." Ophelia sneered. "You're such an idiot. What's so fascinating about feet, you fool?"
Luo Wei shook his head with utmost seriousness. "You don't understand."
With that, he returned to intently studying her feet, as if conducting some profound academic research.
Ophelia rolled her eyes in exasperation.
Then, she looked at Luo Wei again. "Had enough?"
"Not yet."
A slight smile crept onto Ophelia's lips.
"Really?"
"But next..."
"There's something even better to see~"
Luo Wei immediately looked up.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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!
