Zhou Jiuyu stared at the notification popping up on his phone screen. Memories from before flooded his mind.

In short, he was a transmigrator.

The world he’d landed in was an utterly ordinary urban world infused with Spirit Energy abilities.

And he? Once again, just another street orphan—completely mundane. Worse, since he’d transmigrated *physically*, he didn’t even have a legal identity.

Most people would feel a flicker of excitement transmigrating. Not him. Not a shred of joy.

In his past life, he was about to graduate from a top university. His future wasn’t dazzling, but for an orphan like him? It was progress. Real progress.

So his first thought upon waking here? Pure frustration. *Why did a dump truck have to run me over? Do I really have to start from zero again?*

But then—calm. Of course! Transmigration always comes with a *"ding!"*

After the *"ding,"* this life would be smooth sailing. Easy mode.

Solid! Solid! Everything’s solid!!

…Until he was nearly starving on the sidewalk and still heard no *"ding."*

Reality sank in: this life, too, he’d have to carve out alone.

Months later, he’d barely sorted identity and survival. Then came the world’s famed Spirit Energy awakening ritual.

Here, everyone awakened abilities at eighteen.

But what did that matter to *him*? He wasn’t even counted among this world’s ordinary people. Unsurprisingly—failure.

Forget "solid." This was a brutal hard-mode start. No path forward. No foothold.

Still, hope flickered. Research revealed: Spirit Energy awakening only began three hundred years ago.

Back then, a massive meteor struck the North Pole, unleashing strange Spirit Energy across the globe—and birthing Spirit Energy users.

Before that? Masters of "ancient martial arts" walked the earth. Hidden sects and clans still held experts rivaling Ninth Tier Spirit Energy users.

*This* became Zhou Jiuyu’s only hope.

But how? An orphan with zero connections couldn’t even enter the lowest-tier Spirit Energy academy.

Just as despair tightened its grip—【Xiao Lü】 appeared.

She added him via a "legitimate art discussion group" and sent a TXT titled *The Fallen Immoral Sword Fairy*.

He didn’t need to open it. Erotic novel. Instantly. And not just any smut—based on his past life’s forum-moderator expertise—he recognized it: a *green hat novel*.

He read it anyway.

*The Fallen Immoral Sword Fairy* followed Nan Mengling: orphaned young, brought by her mother to Sword God Mountain to apprentice under the Sword God and avenge her father.

After her mother died in an "accident," the Sword God rescued Nan Mengling. She came to see him as a second father—deeper than blood.

He doted on her: taught swordsmanship, provided luxuries, gifted her every holiday. Never a hint of impropriety toward the aloof, breathtaking girl. A perfect guardian.

Years passed. At eighteen, he held a private Sword Inquiry Ceremony for her, awakened her Spirit Energy, and sent her down the mountain to fulfill her vow.

Surface-level? Heartwarming. Hopeful.

But… this was a *green hat story*. There is no healing—only despair.

Her mother’s death *was* an accident. A brutally ironic one.

That day, Nan’s mother was secretly with a man inside Sword God Mountain. She never expected her daughter to push the door open.

Shock locked their eyes. Then—her eyes rolled back.

—Dead.

*Truly* dead.

The young Nan Mengling froze, staring at her unconscious mother and the leering man.

Then the Sword God arrived. Killed the men. "Saved" her.

But was he a saint? A selfless father figure?

Wrong.

He *was* "without desire"—because he was physically incapable… *unless* he watched others with his partner.

Yes. A severe green hat fetish. Ordinary scenarios no longer satisfied him.

From the moment he "saved" Nan Mengling, his plan bloomed: raise her into a revered Sword Fairy. Spoil her. Earn her absolute trust. Treat her like a daughter.

All setup.

On her eighteenth birthday ceremony, he’d unveil his true self—and offer the girl he "cherished" to the "distinguished guests."

He named it…

—*The Fallen Immoral Sword Fairy*.

This was the rot beneath the Sword God’s righteous mask.

Zhou Jiuyu, veteran of countless green hat tales, still felt a cold knot in his chest.

On ceremony day, as Nan Mengling changed in her room, he forced himself to turn the page—

A red exclamation mark popped up.

【! This is the last page】

He slammed his keyboard, unleashing fury at 【Xiao Lü】’s entire lineage.

Her reply, calm:

【Heart-wrenching? Upsetting? Did it go green? *Really* green? Want the sequel?】

Zhou Jiuyu seethed. *That’s why I was anxious! Damn it, don’t let it go green!*

Next message:

【Don’t rush. I don’t have the sequel either… But—don’t you want to *decide* the ending?】

He froze.

【Zhou Jiuyu: You want *me* to write it? I can’t write.】

【Xiao Lü: Can you dream?】

【Zhou Jiuyu: Duh!】

【Xiao Lü: Perfect. I’ll let you dream *into* the story. Want in?】

【Zhou Jiuyu: ???】

【Xiao Lü: You want ancient martial arts, right? Deal: you dream the sequel. I provide the path. Rewards scale with your score—money, connections, anything.】

【Zhou Jiuyu: What if I want *you*?】

【Xiao Lü: …Not happening. But here’s a preview.】

【*Image: First-person view downward—from loose T-shirt chest to petite feet in white stockings.*】

【Zhou Jiuyu: Trap?】

【Xiao Lü: ???】

【Xiao Lü: I’M A GIRL! GIRL GIRL GIRL!!!】

【Zhou Jiuyu: Sorry. Too flat. Couldn’t tell.】

【Xiao Lü: …】

【Xiao Lü: Just say—deal or no deal?】

After a long silence, Zhou Jiuyu typed:

【I’ll take this deal.】

—

Now, staring at Xiao Lü’s new message:

【So? Dreaming into that smutty novel—fun?】

【Zhou Jiuyu: …A nuanced experience.】

【Xiao Lü: Admit it—showing off freely felt *damn* good, huh?】

Zhou Jiuyu’s cheeks warmed. He cleared his throat and typed:

【Zhou Jiuyu: I’m not a show-off. Just a "pure love warrior" who couldn’t stomach their orgy.】

【Xiao Lü: 6】

【Xiao Lü: That’s your score.】

【Zhou Jiuyu: …】

【Zhou Jiuyu: What’s the score based on?】

【Xiao Lü: The heroine. Her emotional knots, mood, state—key factors. But hey, first time! You did great…】

【Zhou Jiuyu: ?】

【Xiao Lü: *Our* first collab! Gift: your lease expires today, right? Shared apartment ready in City No. 3’s Second Ring Road. Building 8, Fuyuan Residential Complex. 1 PM. Landlord waits with keys.】

【Zhou Jiuyu: ???】

He genuinely froze. *How did she know?*

A frown flickered—then eased.

*Whatever. I’m a nobody with nothing to lose. Free housing? Why not.*

—

After hastily packing his few things and grabbing noodles at a street stall, Zhou Jiuyu arrived at Building 8, Fuyuan Residential Complex, at 1 PM.

An uncle waited, smiling warmly. He approached and pressed keys into Zhou Jiuyu’s hand.

“You must be Mr. Zhou Jiuyu?”

“Yes.”

“I’m the landlord, Akizuki Kozo. Sixth floor. Unit 816.”

Zhou Jiuyu: “?????”

He retracted every word.

This world was *anything* but ordinary.

Something was *very* off.