Another morning dawned.
Luo Wei sat alone on a bench in the garden, quietly gazing at the sea of flowers.
His mind, however, was restless, piecing together fragmented memories from his dreams, trying to assemble them into a coherent whole.
For several days now, he had been dreaming more than he ever had in his entire life. What's more, these seemingly bizarre dreams felt incredibly real to him.
Cities, schools, cases, a sheriff, and a little girl with blue eyes...
It was as if he had truly lived through those experiences...
In stark contrast to Luo Wei's peaceful life in the countryside, the other "Luo Wei" seemed to live a thrilling and exciting life. Strangely, he didn't find those events far-fetched; they felt natural, as if they were meant to be.
Luo Wei felt trapped in a "cocoon," where his days repeated monotonously, far from the life he truly desired.
Perhaps it was an innate curiosity and thirst for exploration, but he longed for the other Luo Wei to be the real him.
As he pondered, as usual, the white-haired maiden in a dress found him.
Ophelia sat down beside Luo Wei.
"Didn't you sleep well?"
This time, it was Luo Wei who looked curiously at her.
Ophelia's cheeks were a bit gaunt, and her usually lively eyes carried a trace of fatigue.
"It's all because of you..." She pouted.
"Me?" Luo Wei blinked, looking innocent.
"You don't sleep well at night, and it's affecting my sleep too!" She crossed her arms and said this.
"Can insomnia be contagious?" Luo Wei looked at her helplessly, "Or maybe you should get a massage from Caroline."
"Hmm... That might not be a bad idea..." She lowered her head silently.
She quickly changed the subject.
"In a few days, we'll need to prepare for our wedding. How are you doing with your noble etiquette, my dear gentleman?"
Her eyes sparkled with anticipation as she looked at Luo Wei.
"Don't even mention it..." Luo Wei groaned.
Horseback riding, attire, manners, dining etiquette, ballroom etiquette...
There were far too many rules for nobility. He had been learning these under Caroline's tutelage almost every day, leaving him no time to think about anything else.
So, sitting here in the morning to admire the flowers had become Luo Wei's rare moment of peace. Only during this time could he truly clear his mind.
However, a lingering doubt had been buried in his heart, resurfacing recently due to these events.
Logically, as a fallen noble, he should have learned these things as a child.
Yet, he couldn't remember any of it. Caroline had to teach him everything from scratch.
Ophelia seemed to be lost in her daydreams about the future.
"Are you tired of this life? Once we get past my father's approval, we'll travel the world!"
"We'll visit every city! Taste all the world's delicacies!"
The mere thought of these adventures filled Ophelia with happiness. She smiled warmly at Luo Wei.
But Luo Wei's expression was slightly dazed.
Why... did those words feel so familiar?
Had someone said them to him before?
Suddenly, a girl's voice emerged faintly from the depths of his memory.
'We can go to the flower garden of Eden Castle. I hear it's incredibly beautiful, with tulips stretching as far as the eye can see!'
'Let's visit Brugge, the Empire's most famous port. It has food from all over the world. We can shop and eat every day, and it won't get boring in a year!'
Luo Wei clutched his head in pain.
Every time he tried to recall, it felt like this.
It was as if some unseen force was controlling him, preventing him from remembering. Layers of "cocoon" were sealing him in, and every attempt to break free was met with excruciating pain.
"Luo Wei?"
Seeing his painful expression, Ophelia didn't show her usual concern.
Her gaze was complex as she cautiously asked, "Did you... remember something?"
Luo Wei almost blurted out these troubling thoughts.
His eyes quickly scanned Ophelia, and he said insincerely, "No... It's just a lack of sleep..."
"Is that so?" Ophelia narrowed her eyes suspiciously, "Luo Wei, tell me the truth."
"What truth?"
Ophelia stared at him intently. "Are you thinking about another woman?"
"No?" Luo Wei asked, puzzled, "Why would you say that?"
Ophelia gave a cold laugh.
"Last night, while you were asleep, you kept calling out a woman's name..."
"A woman's name?" Luo Wei was shocked, "Who?"
He desperately wanted to know who that name belonged to. It was crucial to him.
But Ophelia saw through his thoughts. She said coldly, "You're so eager to know who she is? Do you like her?"
Seeing her unusually sharp expression, Luo Wei suddenly laughed.
He thought of an excuse and explained, "Of course... In the dream, she's always chasing me. Can't I ask the name of my pursuer?"
Looking at her still unamused expression, Luo Wei continued to comfort her, "What if she really exists? I'm just being prepared, that's all."
"Is that so?" Ophelia snorted, glaring at him.
"Of course! It's just someone from a dream. Don't be jealous over nothing~"
Luo Wei chuckled and opened his arms, ignoring her resistance, pulling her into a hug.
Settled in his embrace, Ophelia finally calmed down a bit.
But the resentment was still evident.
"I don't want to hear that name tonight!"
Her eyes, tinged with dissatisfaction.
"Alright, alright!"
Luo Wei quickly agreed.
But in his heart, he thought, how could he control what he dreamed about?
Ophelia continued, "Your sleep is getting worse. Tonight, use the medication."
Luo Wei paused.
"What?" Her expression was half-amused, half-suspicious, "Not willing?"
Luo Wei quickly thought it over and decisively nodded.
"I'm willing."
"Agreeing so readily?" Ophelia sat up, her gaze even more suspicious.
"If I say no, you'll be even angrier." Luo Wei looked at her helplessly, "You're really hard to deal with..."
"I'm doing this for your own good!!" Her voice immediately rose.
It was sharp, almost hysterical.
Luo Wei stared at her in surprise. Her pale eyes were suppressing a hint of madness and obsession.
Through those eyes, he didn't see concern or anger...
But a hidden fear, a deep-seated worry. She was afraid of something...
Indeed.
Luo Wei was now certain that Ophelia wasn't acting out of concern for him, as she claimed.
She had another agenda.
But Luo Wei still agreed.
Because he also wanted to sleep peacefully. He wanted to continue that dream.
He had to find out the girl's name, and, most importantly, who he really was.
Before he knew it...
Luo Wei had begun to doubt the world around him.
...
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!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
