Chapter 106: Finale

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Chapter 106: Finale

∇ Congratulations, A’chen, on completing this world’s challenge. You have received 72,000 points.

∇ Side Mission: Capture the Transmigrator, Bai Yingqi (100%).

∇ Reward: 72,000 points.

∇ Side Mission: Capture the Supporting Character, Yan Yangxi (100%).

∇ Reward: 72,000 points.

∇ Side Mission: Capture the Spirit Clan’s Hè Liancheng (100%).

∇ Reward: 72,000 points.

∇ Side Mission: Ascend Through Tribulation (Complete)

∇ Reward: 144,000 points.

∇ Your overall mission completion rate is 100%.

∇ Bonus Reward: 22,000 points.

∇ Your current total is 507,800 points.

He shifted through space effortlessly, no longer experiencing even the slightest discomfort or momentary darkness. This time, the transfer was no longer initiated passively by the system but by himself. Using the system to control the spatial power he had become intimately familiar with, he experienced an indescribably profound sensation that pleasantly surprised him. Yet after using it once, he found himself feeling strangely reluctant to let it go. Even though the transfer had been initiated by him, the power of space still did not truly belong to him; it remained dependent upon the system’s cooperation. The feeling of loss… truly had been a long time coming.

The golden markings covering his body had vanished without a trace, signifying that all the negative effects brought about by the body of the Spirit Emperor Miao Lichen had disappeared, while every beneficial aspect was greedily absorbed by his own body. The Phoenix Flame still remained, merging into his angelic bloodline and becoming something he could summon with ease. Angel Flames were originally meant to purify evil beings, and with the addition of the sacred Phoenix Flame, their power had become even greater.

However, this was not his greatest gain from this world. In the Qixiu Sect, internal cultivation had always been its specialty, making its practitioners physically weaker. Although angels possessed stronger physiques than humans, they were still far from suited for close combat. Throughout the previous worlds, he had strengthened his body more than once, yet compared to the speed at which his internal energy increased, the improvements had always been insufficient. This tribulation and ascension had completely transformed his body, finally bringing his physical strength into perfect harmony with his internal energy.

This synchronization was what he had long desired, and what the system had likely been waiting for as well. He had a feeling that all the things the system had kept hidden from him would finally receive an answer today—a perfect answer.

With a thought, the system shop appeared before him. This time, however, every bloodline except the Angel Bloodline had disappeared. In other words, he had officially been designated to walk only the path of the angels. To Miao Lichen, this was hardly bad news. Even without the restriction, he would have chosen this road anyway.

He had never regretted his own choices. Across all these worlds, he had never once regretted anything he had done. Even if he had been wrong, he would simply make his choice become the truth.

The Seventh-tier Bloodline required 96,000 points. Without hesitation, he redeemed it. Wings woven entirely from pure light could never possess any weight. Five pairs of wings unfolded behind his back, and in the full-length mirror he could clearly see them moving gently with his thoughts. Yet unlike before, he felt no surge of strength. Instead, he was overcome by a long-forgotten sensation of weakness.

Miao Lichen frowned slightly before looking at his remaining 411,800 points, then selected the final bloodline requiring 192,000 points. The Eighth-tier Angel Bloodline would evolve him into a twelve-winged Angel, perhaps even the pinnacle of all angelic bloodlines. At the same moment, every remaining point in the shop was suddenly wiped clean. The familiar interface dissolved into golden light and disappeared from his sight.

Brilliant golden radiance erupted from his body. Placing a hand over his dantian, he felt the solid emblem that had become the symbol of Qixiu slowly expanding, contracting, then expanding and contracting once more. The motion seemed simple enough, yet it brought unbearable agony. Sweat streamed down his forehead, tinged faintly with specks of gold. His already pale complexion, delicate to begin with, became nearly bloodless. Cracks gradually spread across his skin, only to be sealed instantly by golden light before splitting apart again in an endless cycle.

Unable to support himself, Miao Lichen collapsed onto the red bed. Blood seeped continuously from every crack in his skin, dripping onto the red sheets before disappearing into the fabric. Pressing his lips together cost him nearly all the strength he had left. Pain was the only sensation that remained. Yet no matter how unbearable it became, not a trace of confusion appeared in his eyes. Whether the outcome was death or survival, he refused to face it in ignorance.

After a long while, pink, bubble-like substances began seeping from somewhere within his body, identical to the Lovely that had long since disappeared. Heart-shaped pink bubbles bound every strand of power together. Inch by inch, the pink substance dissolved into nothingness. His dantian seemed completely devoid of energy, yet he felt stronger than ever before, as though every form of power in existence could now be commanded by his will.

At some point, his weapons had vanished from his inventory and entered his dantian instead. Yet the twin swords had lost the dazzling brilliance expected of orange-grade weapons , appearing no different from two ordinary blades.

When he finally regained full control of his body, Miao Lichen extended a hand. The twin swords appeared in his grasp as faithfully as ever. The moment he poured power into them, they erupted with radiant light, illuminating the entire system space. This time, the system had truly helped him.

The thought had barely crossed his mind when an enormous flood of chaotic information surged into his consciousness like incomprehensible code. Fortunately, after experiencing so many worlds, he had grown accustomed to sorting through memories. It did not take long before he organized the information. It contained the true reason he had come to this world, as well as the truth system had hidden from him all this time.

The so-called challenge missions and winning the protagonists’ love had merely been a means of gathering fortune. From the moment a person was born, they possessed an intangible quantity of fortune. Invisible and untouchable though it was, it governed the course of one’s destiny. Whether one’s future would be glorious or ordinary, full of hardships or smooth sailing, was determined by it.

The Lovely System was actually a divine artifact born from heaven and earth. Over the endless river of time, it gradually developed consciousness. Yet instead of seeking to seize someone’s body and cultivate itself into an immortal, ascend to godhood, or even become the ruler of the universe, it obediently searched for the individual best suited to reach that goal. Naturally, this too had everything to do with fortune. No matter how intelligent a heavenly artifact became, it possessed no fortune of its own.

Just as in novels, those close to the protagonist inevitably received a share of the protagonist’s good fortune. Reality was no different. The person who occupied the protagonist’s heart most deeply naturally received the greatest benefit. Only those blessed with sufficient fortune could truly wield overwhelming power; otherwise, that very power would eventually consume them.

In other words, beginning with the very first test world, once the system confirmed that his soul was compatible enough to contain immense power and fortune, everything it did afterward had been for his sake. Whether it was threatening him with annihilation or providing meticulous assistance throughout his journey. Even the choice of bloodlines had merely been a matter of selecting whichever form of energy suited his habits best. No matter which energy he had chosen, as long as he accumulated enough fortune, he would still have reached this point. In the end, every form of power within his dantian would become both attribute-less and all attributes simultaneously. Just as the myths of his original world had said: “There are three thousand Great Daos; every one of them can lead to enlightenment.”

It truly deserved its title as a heavenly artifact. Once obtained, it was impossible to willingly let go. The Lovely System had never truly been a system at all. It was the Samsara Disk. It could freely retrieve anything it desired from countless worlds while simultaneously governing every one of them. Even the so-called stories recorded in the Beauty Album were merely reflections projected between different worlds.

Within this universe existed countless worlds, some neighboring one another, others reflecting one another. You might live in one world while existing as the protagonist, or merely a side character, in a novel from another. Most of the worlds humans had imagined truly existed; they simply did not necessarily follow the stories originally written about them… just as he himself had been able to alter the course of those worlds. Even without him, others could likely do the same.

Not to mention that the Samsara Disk itself possessed the ability to glimpse the future. Regardless of whether those worlds had become novels in other dimensions, Lovely could effortlessly obtain any information it wished to know.

Its targets only needed to possess abundant fortune. That meant whether the world was a romance or a BL story, its targets could be of either sex. The reason most of his conquest targets had been men was surprisingly simple: His own sexual orientation leaned toward men. Despite spending the first twenty years of his life surrounded by far more women than men, the truth remained unchanged.

Although, due to his fastidious nature and the refined image expected of his aristocratic upbringing, he had never crossed the final boundary with anyone, ambiguous relationships had certainly not been uncommon. With men, however, aside from gentlemanly acquaintances, he had never been especially close to anyone. Miao Lichen cared little about his own orientation regardless, because he had never expected a companion to appear in his life in the first place.

Opening his palm, the space around him began to tremble before transforming instantly. A circular disk faintly glowing with pink light materialized in his hand. The pink radiance clearly shared the same origin as his Qixiu internal energy. The system space he had always occupied had actually been the interior of the Samsara Disk.

Standing within the endless void, he felt not the slightest trace of unease. Everything seemed completely under his control. Bound by the system against his will, he had instead become the one who profited the most. Without sacrificing anything, he had effortlessly ascended to the pinnacle of power in existence—perhaps even beyond it.

His fingers brushed across the disk’s surface. Though metallic in appearance, it felt unlike any metal he had ever touched. Releasing it, he allowed it to merge into his forehead, where his soul resided. Clad in red, he was no longer the only splash of color within the gray expanse. Countless tiny lights shimmered throughout the void. They seemed small only because they were unimaginably far away. Each point of light represented a world.

Although the world in which he had lived reflected the stories of countless others, he also knew there were infinitely more worlds he had never seen, never heard of, and never imagined. From this day onward, his true journey could finally begin.

Along the way, perhaps whenever boredom struck, he would have Lovely release a few more missions. After all, no one would ever complain about possessing too much fortune. His desire for power would never know an end.

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