The villain, caught in a chaotic situation, only wants to boost his popularity.

The sixth Holy Spirit Bureau, the accommodation level.

The morning sunlight, like molten gold, flowed across Mu Jing's eyelids.

He instinctively raised his hand to shield his eyes, but his fingertips touched something wet and warm.

It felt like being sucked by a small animal, with a soft, sucking sensation.

She suddenly opened her eyes and was met with a pair of gilded pupils.

With long white hair, golden eyes, and a fair complexion, she knelt by the bed.

"Honey, you're finally awake!"

A clear liquid still clung to the corner of her mouth, and her tongue gently licked her crimson lips, as languid and alluring as a cat licking its paws.

Mu Jing turned to the side, still half asleep, not quite understanding when Xue Hua had changed to such an intimate way of addressing him.

The woman had already gotten up with a smile and sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her legs.

"I'm wearing your favorite office lady outfit today!"

A sweet, milky aroma mingled with the cool morning air, gently brushed past Mu Jing's nose.

Her silhouette was outlined by the tailored OL suit, creating a neat yet graceful figure, with her waistline cinched like a budding flower branch.

Mu Jing's gaze faltered slightly—before him were two plump, round lotus buds growing side by side.

Looking down, the black silk stockings fit snugly over her legs, their smooth lines faintly visible beneath the sheer fabric, the skin of her calves bathed in a warm glow from the morning light.

"Xuehua?" Mu Jing asked in confusion.

The woman leaned closer, her warm breath brushing against his ear almost imperceptibly, her voice carrying three parts warning and seven parts amusement: "If you call me by the wrong name again, there won't be just two 'extra morning training sessions' this morning."

"It's me, Li'er. Xiaoxue is still sleeping."

Mu Jing then noticed that her two tight, rounded curves were more pronounced than Xue Hua's, and were swaying gently with her breathing.

"Looks like I need to mark this in your mind again."

Her face drew closer and closer, her pink lips almost touching his mouth, and Mu Jing instinctively reached out to meet her.

"Mirror-kun!...Huh, Auntie, what's wrong...?"

"Mirror!...Much...You're a philanderer!"

"Kagami!...Aaaaaah!"

Three sounds rang out simultaneously.

The door was suddenly pushed open, and three women with white hair, pink hair, and red hair stood in the doorway, each with a different expression.

The white-haired girl, hands on her hips, pouted and said, "Auntie! We clearly agreed that Sunday was for Mirror-kun to decide for himself!"

The pink-haired girl nodded in agreement, "Mmm, that's right!"

The red-haired girl's hair instantly turned jet black, her eyes reddened, and her voice, trembling with tears and madness, cried out: "If I can't have it, then I'll destroy it!"

And the [real-world bullet comment section]:

"Wow, this is heaven!"

Long live the harem ending!

"Dream Paradise! My Auntie is the Best!"

"Young people don't know the allure of mature women, mistaking young girls for treasures! Choose your watch quickly!"

Mu Jing suddenly rolled out of bed as if he had been burned, and rushed to the balcony amidst the exclamations of the women.

"Bang—"

The crisp sound of shattering glass pierced the morning tranquility, and countless fragments scattered like silvery hailstones in the sunlight.

Mu Jing had already jumped down.

There was no activation of psionic energy, and no flash of white light.

A bright red flower bloomed on the ground, and the boy's body lay stiffly, blood meandering and spreading.

Falling endlessly.

But then, his vision was filled with countless wildly spinning, swirling, and mutually devouring colors!

Consciousness began to fade.

He then fell into a coma.

When he opened his eyes again, he was standing on a mountain of corpses in the Demon Emperor's Palace.

Beneath their feet lay mountains of demon corpses, black blood flowing in streams, and the air thick with the smell of sulfur and burnt flesh.

"The eternal leader of humanity, the king of discord, the torch in the darkness, the supreme commander of the Holy Spirit Bureau, the demon terminator, the darling of the world, the uncrowned king of the dark world—Commander Mu Jing, having defeated the Demon Emperor, what are your thoughts?"

"At first, all I wanted was to survive... to gain even a tiny bit of security..."

"Commander Mu Jing, if you could say one thing to your past self, what would you say?"

"While being a student is good, becoming a psionicist opens up a whole new world for me."

Numerous microphones were shoved close to his mouth, the camera flashes were blinding, and the reporters' voices were filled with excitement.

Below the platform, countless elderly people dressed in pristine white clerical robes chanted: "Thank you, Holy Shepherd Mirror, for bringing us peace. Let us repeat once more: We love this person..."

Upon hearing this, Mu Jing suddenly raised his eyes, looked towards a certain spot in the void, and his voice abruptly turned cold: "You've been watching for a long time, haven't you?"

The entire venue fell into a deathly silence.

"If I'm not mistaken, this is still a dream, isn't it?"

"Come out and have a chat, Miss Witch who's been hiding."

"Heh ha ha ha ha ha!" A sharp laugh echoed from the void.

A girl with blood-red hair and golden eyes appeared out of thin air. She wore a long purple dress, walked barefoot in the air, and laughed maniacally while twirling her hair with her fingers: "How interesting! Knowing it was fake, she still played along with my act for so long!"

"The stage that Her Highness the Princess painstakingly arranged should not be wasted," Mu Jing said calmly.

"This is really a headache!" The girl sighed, feigning concern, "I wanted you to enjoy yourself a little longer."

"Hahaha! Since you saw through me!" She then vanished into thin air. "Let's play something more fun!"

The next second, the whole world began to crack.

The ground cracked open with a bottomless fissure.

The sky shattered into countless pieces like glass.

The vibrant colors swirled and devoured once more, and Mu Jing's consciousness dissipated once more.

When he regained consciousness, he was in complete darkness.

There was no sound, no light.

Mu Jing raised his fist and smashed it against his head. Red liquid flowed down his hair and quickly formed a small puddle at his feet, like a red spider lily blooming in the night.

But he did not lose consciousness; instead, he became more and more lucid with each blow. The excruciating pain in his brain felt like needles piercing his nerves, and each heartbeat was accompanied by a tearing pain.

And so, a very, very long time passed.

Only deathly silence.

"315360000, 315360001..."

Mu Jing had lost all sense of time; he began mechanically counting his heartbeats, his voice hoarse like sandpaper rubbing.

At the 315,360,000th second of his heartbeat, a blinding light suddenly pierced the darkness.

Mu Jing instinctively covered his eyes, and it took him a long time to adjust before he could see the person in front of him clearly.

It was that red-haired girl, standing barefoot in the light, her delicate white toes curled up: "Wow, beg for mercy! Beg for mercy now! You won't suffer like this again."

"If you beg for mercy, I can give you anything, whether it's the harem you just had or the honor you received!"

Her voice was seductive, like that of a fallen angel leading people to hell.

This was a lie, Mu Jing knew; everything she had created was a mirage.

Even if she had such ability, she would never keep her promise.

This is Yotsuki, the female protagonist with the worst personality in the original work.

"I refuse!" His voice was soft, but it carried an undeniable firmness.

Ye Yue paused for a moment, then laughed even harder, twirling around excitedly: "Oh my, this is such a great toy, I'm really afraid I'll break it!"

"Well then, I'm going to get serious now!"

The light vanished abruptly, and the figure of Night Moon disappeared with it.

A faint whisper began to emanate from the darkness, like countless insects crawling.

The earth trembled slowly, and a deep roar came from afar.

Mu Jing knew that the real test was about to begin.

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