[{"data":1,"prerenderedAt":-1},["ShallowReactive",2],{"origin-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o":3,"chapter-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-460":6},{"origin":4,"title":5},"chinese","Comment '1' for Virtue, I'm Really Not the Chosen One!",{"chapter":7,"nextChapterSlug":19,"prevChapterSlug":20,"totalChapters":21,"novelImage":22},{"id":8,"novel_id":9,"title":10,"slug":11,"index":12,"content":13,"wordcount":14,"created_at":15,"updated_at":15,"volume":16,"translator":17,"content_hash":18},2349032,4590,"Chapter 460","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-460",460,"\u003Cp>Dao? Backup plan?\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lin Mo blinked: “What… does that mean?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Unexpectedly, the junior sister shook her head: “I don’t know either.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Huh?”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The junior sister furrowed her brows and said:\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“You really think I’m omniscient? Secrets concerning the Dao are known only to the senior brother, the second brother, and our Master.”\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The senior brother is absent, and that second brother is always babbling nonsense—there’s no way he’d tell\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>The students in the front rows widened their eyes, staring without blinking at the exam papers posted on the wall.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Zhu Youlang probably never imagined this scenario—if he knew, he’d surely marvel at how wildly these people’s minds worked, even conjuring up the Empty Fort Strategy.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Yet those attending him nearby felt not a trace of warmth, only a bone-chilling cold like the depths of winter.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Having once felt his Master’s fist to his face, he simply could not imagine anyone in this world defeating his Master.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Perhaps Snowdown was unusually late, or perhaps our pairing was too odd—when we entered the Servicing Club one after the other, the eight others already inside cast surprised glances our way.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A meteor seemed to streak across the horizon; countless red stones burst from the crimson clouds and fell upon the earth’s surface.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>General Okamura, commander of the Japanese 11th Army, ordered the 106th Division to halt its advance and retreat to Maling for defense; both sides settled into a stalemate.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Typically, a regiment consists of three battalions, designated First, Second, and Third Battalion; the First Battalion includes Companies One through Three, the Second Battalion Companies Four through Six, and the Third Battalion Companies Seven through Nine.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“Your humble subject has a question too.” Li Zhen’s words rose almost simultaneously with Fang Xuanling’s.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Since ancient times, it has been said: “The imperial family is the most heartless.” If the child is a boy, it’s tolerable—even outside the palace, he’d at least be granted a marquisate, if only without real power; he’d still have chances to return to court and pay respects to the Emperor and his mother.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Because Jiang Haoran, that god-tier player, never gave the Ball God a chance to block—he only assisted. The Ball God, trying to block Jiang Haoran, kept double-teaming him, leaving the paint wide open.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>She wore a pale pink robe with white orchid embroidery, a dark blue embroidered skirt, and three or four sachets hanging from her waist. She smiled warmly, and when she smiled, a dimple appeared on her left cheek—only on one side.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>“The victor isn’t decided yet!” Yue Handong climbed ashore, still unwilling to give up.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Ever since yesterday’s game, Jiang Haoran’s phone hadn’t stopped buzzing—every time he opened a social app, comments popped up: some questioning why he didn’t take a three-pointer at the end, others accusing him of being a ball hog; many so-called fans were actually win-fans—when the team lost, they’d blame someone.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>In the hallway, he met an acquaintance: Li Jongsook, just finishing her shift. After signing with YG, she’d been doing well. She told Jiang Haoran where the microwave was, then, dazedly, realized she should’ve invited him out for soju. Jiang Haoran said he had other plans—he couldn’t join her for a drunken night tonight.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>A gentle breeze carried the scent of flowers, calming the stunned crowd, who now puzzledly searched for its source.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Normally, she would’ve risen and left long ago—but today, she could only endure in silence, sitting there obediently waiting. The feeling was unbearable.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>As the matchmaker lifted the sedan curtain, she saw the bride holding the fan and apple, staring straight at her.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>With those words, she leapt into the air, stepping on the glazed tiles, then vanished into the dawn’s radiance—as if a mortal who had strayed into this world had returned to her origin. A perfect pair, bathed in light, harmonious and dazzling, disappeared into the horizon.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>Lu Lingfeng understood at once—if he didn’t get it now, he was pretending. He felt an unexpected sense of relief.\u003C\u002Fp>\n\u003Cp>I remembered Tang Mingli’s move—his blade severing the throat in one stroke. At that moment, his eyes brimmed with killing intent; his strike was clean, precise, and every inch of him radiated dominance.\u003C\u002Fp>",696,"2026-06-21T02:07:03.168Z",1,"Qwen3-Next 80B","88dd0c9f9d682de27e666c2546d37081b6055ee0a03ee3a27c0c1dc224b26574","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-461","comment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-chapter-459",479,"https:\u002F\u002Fnovelzhen.com\u002Fimages\u002Fcovers\u002Fcomment-1-for-virtue-i-m-really-not-the-chosen-o-cover.jpg"]