Jiang Chen.....

[Ding]

[You have humiliated the 'Chosen One.'

You have gained 5000 Villain Points.]

[You have caused a decrease in Ling Feng's reputation in the heart of the Heroine.

You have absorbed 200 Luck Points.]

Ling Feng didn't notice, but after he left, one person in the entire crowd was smirking and grinning…

Like he had just achieved an incredible feat—because, of course, going against a protagonist is like trying to move a mountain with bare hands.

Xia Peak

In the Peak Master's chamber, a red light erupted at the center of the room. As the light dimmed, two figures appeared—Zi Xia, the peak master, a breathtakingly beautiful woman, and her disciple, Jiang Chen.

Jiang Chen's eyes were heavy, as if he had just cried his heart out. His flushed face reflected either shame from his earlier behavior—or perhaps, he was just shy.

Zi Xia's expression remained calm, but if one looked closely, they would notice the redness of her ears. She, too, felt shy after what had just transpired.

Seeing her male disciple—someone she held dear—crying like a child in her embrace was... overwhelming, even for her. Knowing that his tears were for her, sensing his restless heart, understanding that his turmoil was because of her…

Both remained silent, even after returning from that realm.

Finally, after suppressing her inner shyness, Zi Xia softly said, "Welcome home."

"Ah… Yes, Master." Jiang Chen replied, still avoiding her gaze. But deep inside, he felt an indescribable warmth—like a soldier returning from war, hearing a heartfelt "Welcome home" from his beloved. It was a sweetness he had never felt before.

"Rest here for a bit. I have some work to do; I'll return soon."

Saying this, she turned to leave.

Jiang Chen, watching her walk away, felt an unfamiliar resistance in his heart. He didn't want her to leave. Instinctively, his hand lifted—almost as if to stop her—but he hesitated, freezing mid-air. His eyes, filled only with her image, remained fixated on her graceful figure.

Zi Xia, of course, noticed.

With her strength, how could she not be aware of everything happening around her?

She had sensed his raised hand—perhaps reaching out to stop her.

She had seen the reluctance in his eyes—perhaps wishing she would stay.

Yet, she merely smiled and stepped out of the room.

As if she were toying with his growing desperation for her.

Not that she could be blamed—after all, women love seeing that longing, that undeniable need for them in a man's eyes.

And while Jiang Chen might not be her lover… in her heart, he was already far more than that.

Inside the Room

Jiang Chen was gazing at the door through which Zi Xia had stepped out…

[Ding]

"Ahh…"

"System…"

[Yes, Host. It is I, the Milf-Serving System.]

"..."

"You are alive?"

[I will always be alive, Host. I cannot die. I don't have a definite lifespan. I can live forever.]

"..."

"If you didn't die, then why didn't you help me??"

[You never asked for my help.]

Jiang Chen's eyes twitched.

"So if you saw a person drowning, you wouldn't help him until he asks for help… right??"

[I will not help him even if asked for it, since he cannot see me.]

"I can see you! You too should have seen me crying… are you my system or not?"

"Say… even if I had asked for help, you wouldn't have helped me, right?"

[It is your trial, Host. If it doesn't involve MILFs, I cannot do anything.]

"A perverted system… sigh…"

Jiang Chen lay on the bed and sighed…

Staring at the wooden ceiling, he thought:

I survived… It sounds impossible… but… I survived… through many coincidences and…with the help of my master…

If she hadn't been there, I would have died millions of times… I only survived because she suffered the pain for me… and took care of me… even though it was my trial… my test of will… my opportunity…

But… was it really my opportunity? Because… it was directly given by my master… in this case…

Did I really do anything in this case? Because…

The opportunity was not mine… it was my master's…

My own survival was not even mine… it was my master's…

The suffering was not mine… it was my master's…

The loss of treasure was not mine… it was my master's…

But

The gain was mine and mine alone.

So the only positive thing is mine while all the negative things are hers…

I am just a burden to her… sigh…

The more he thought, the more depressed he became…

Suddenly, he remembered the scene of embracing her and crying. His face flushed.

Arghhh… what… did… I… do…?

I should have controlled myself… me, crying… arghh… why… why…?

Her blushing face came into his mind—how her white face turned red.

Covering his face with his palm, he was smiling.

She was cuteeee~ ahhh…

He also remembered her crying face.

When I was in her embrace… she also cried for my sake…

Thinking of this, his eyes grew serious.

I… I… have to become… strong… stronger… and this time… on my own…

This time… even if I have to burn my soul, suffer torture for thousands of years… whatever it takes.