To the readers, this chapter was nothing short of explosive. Overnight, the comment section for Demon Chronicle blew up—readers flooded in to pour out their reactions. Many of them no longer cared about the current plot; they were too busy going absolutely feral in the comments, yelling about what they’d just read. The overwhelming sentiment?…

Yuan Yuanyuan was slumped over in a chair. She heard Liu An moving around—he had come in. Actually, about half an hour ago, she’d planned to go upstairs and pass out on her bed. But in the end, she just… never got up. She stayed collapsed on the chair. Now that Liu An was here,…

Ever since Liu An arrived at the clothing shop, Yuan Yuanyuan’s lifestyle had, quite frankly, gone from poverty to baller status overnight. She wasn’t exactly sure why, but lately she kept getting the uncanny feeling she’d picked up an outrageous bargain… or maybe it wasn’t just a feeling. Last night when she got back home,…

“Do you think… peppermint leaves can be lit?” Yuan Yuanyuan asked Liu An, who sat across from her. She had suddenly thought of this around noon. Having lived in the north for so long, she’d hardly ever seen actual peppermint leaves. Now it was just her and Liu An in the room, and since the…

Yuan Yuanyuan quietly listened to the heartbeat surrounding her. The sound fluctuated in volume, extremely unstable—like a radio with terrible reception. She closed her eyes and concentrated again. The heartbeat around her drifted near and far. Though she couldn’t see anything, she could vaguely sense the movements of the people walking down the street. Some…

The clothing shop’s business didn’t pick up just because Liu An showed up. The truth was, no one had wanted to come into this store to begin with. So of course, no clothes were being sold. At first, Yuan Yuanyuan had thought about cleaning Liu An up a bit and making him presentable—basically just using…

When it came to the whole “Why the hell am I on a wanted poster” situation, Yuan Yuanyuan took about three minutes to fully understand what had happened. She figured it out purely by recognizing the blurry photo on the wanted poster. That photo… it was clearly a still from a video. Yuan Yuanyuan found…

“Shopkeeper, how did this tree come about?” Qiu Ling looked curiously at the tree in the courtyard. “Pretty, isn’t it?” Yuan Yuanyuan didn’t answer her question directly and instead asked what she thought of the tree. “It’s beautiful,” Qiu Ling said. “It’s just like something out of a fairytale.” She had just come from cram…

For Faning, this winter felt especially cold. He often wondered if… maybe he wasn’t really cut out to be the protagonist type after all. Sitting on the steps, he stared up at the overcast sky. In the distance, the sky was a dull gray. In comics, male protagonists were always positive, sunny, or at least…

12 o’clock. The streetlights outside were still on. This place was different from Yuan Yuanyuan’s original home. After all, it was the city center—there was no way the lights would turn off at midnight. But even so, in the pitch-black night, the light from the streetlamps felt pretty insignificant. However, for a monster like her,…