"Mm, good." Seeing Bai Yuyou finish the entire box of salad, Ye Shuang finally showed a satisfied expression. "How do the cherry tomatoes taste?"
Bai Yuyou's gaze drifted slightly, her eyes slowly shifting away, but she still whispered, "Delicious."
Ye Shuang smiled.
Lunchtime was over, and it was about time to move on to other activities.
There were many amusement facilities here, and since Bai Yuyou was leading Ye Shuang around, they had quite a bit of fun after going through a round of rides.
"Shall we check out the souvenir shop?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Dolphin..."
"There aren’t any dolphins here," Ye Shuang said. After all, this was a collaboration with Pokémon, so the souvenir shop likely sold only Pokémon-themed merchandise.
Leading the girl inside, Bai Yuyou immediately spotted a cushion she liked.
Spheal Cushion – ¥99
"This… I want it…" Bai Yuyou tugged lightly at Ye Shuang’s sleeve.
"This one?" Ye Shuang picked up the cushion.
"Mm."
Ye Shuang nodded. "Alright."
Then, as if remembering something, he added, "I’ll deposit that money into the card your mother gave you."
Previously, worried that Bai Yuyou might be naive and easily scammed—and lacking a bank card—Ye Shuang had kept the money in his own account. But now that she had the card from Aunt Xian, even if a large sum suddenly appeared, it shouldn’t raise any red flags.
Besides, Bai Yuyou wasn’t so easily fooled anymore.
"Deposit it into the card?" Bai Yuyou looked up at Ye Shuang.
"Yeah, that’s right."
"Ye Shuang… are you leaving?" Bai Yuyou asked.
"Why do you ask?" Ye Shuang was taken aback.
"I don’t know…" The girl lowered her eyes. "I don’t want this money… Ye Shuang, just spending on me is enough."
"Ye Shuang… don’t leave, okay? You can have all the money."
Ye Shuang hadn’t expected his words to touch on the girl’s sensitive side. He reached out and gently pinched her soft cheek. "Alright, I won’t leave. Didn’t I already say it?"
"I’ll wait for you to grow up."
Bai Yuyou wrapped her arms around Ye Shuang, burying her face against him without moving.
Ye Shuang patted the back of her head gently. By now, quite a few visitors had glanced their way, but they were likely just seen as an affectionate couple. In a place like an amusement park, where couples took selfies and even made out openly, such displays were hardly unusual.
But as Ye Shuang held the girl, his wandering gaze suddenly caught a strange figure—a man in his twenties, dressed heavily in layers, wearing a cap pulled low over his face.
Perhaps because he stared a moment too long, the system’s interface popped up.
[Character: Xu Huan
Hot-tempered, petty, and prone to violence since childhood. Currently plotting revenge after being cheated on. Seems to be carrying something dangerous—stay away!!!]
Dangerous item…
Ye Shuang’s eyes flicked over and noticed the man staring intently at a couple not far ahead, his hand slipping inside his coat as if searching for something.
Frowning slightly, Ye Shuang seemed to realize what was happening.
But the next second, the girl in the couple turned her head as if by chance, locking eyes with Xu Huan—
"Xu Huan?! Why are you here?!" the girl exclaimed in shock.
"You damn bitch, why do you think?!" Xu Huan, realizing he’d been spotted, yanked a gleaming watermelon knife from his coat and lunged, stabbing the boy beside her straight in the abdomen!
"AHHHHHHHH!!!" The girl’s scream instantly threw the souvenir shop into chaos. Many who saw the scene panicked, scrambling toward the exit!
Xu Huan yanked the knife free and slashed at the girl. "How dare you cheat on me?!"
"Bitch, I cheated on you once, and you think you can do it back?! Who the hell do you think you are?!"
After several frenzied stabs, the girl’s screams faded. The shop was in pandemonium, with people still packed at the exit, unable to get out.
Xu Huan stood up, turning his bloodshot eyes toward the crowd. Brandishing the knife, he charged like a madman. "You couples deserve to die too! I bet you’ve all cheated on someone!"
Seeing the man charging straight at him with the knife, Ye Shuang felt his blood run cold.
What kind of lunatic is this?!
But there was no way Ye Shuang would let Bai Yuyou get hurt. He immediately grabbed a Pokémon-themed ceramic jar from a nearby shelf and hurled it at the man!
One struck Xu Huan square in the forehead!
"ARGH!" The man clutched his head in pain.
"Are you all just going to stand there?! A single knife has you all frozen?!" Ye Shuang shouted at the crowd bottlenecked at the exit. He and Bai Yuyou were trapped in a corner with no way out, especially with the only exit jammed.
But the sight of Xu Huan’s bloodied knife kept the onlookers at bay. The man was tall and burly—one slash to a vital spot could be fatal.
Some, however, pulled out their phones to record the scene for social media.
By now, Xu Huan had recovered. Ye Shuang’s attack had only fueled his rage.
"I’ll kill you!"
Seeing the man’s murderous intent, Ye Shuang quickly pushed Bai Yuyou aside and grabbed a nearby umbrella stand to block Xu Huan’s wrist.
As the two struggled, Bai Yuyou mimicked Ye Shuang’s earlier move—grabbing random items from the shelf and hurling them at Xu Huan’s head. "Ye Shuang—"
"AH!"
The moment Xu Huan flinched, Ye Shuang kicked him hard between the legs.
With a howl of pain, Xu Huan staggered back and collapsed.
Ye Shuang rushed forward, kicking the dropped knife away. A streak of blood painted the floor as the blade skidded across the tiles.
"Everyone, help!" Now that the knife was out of reach, the crowd surged forward, pinning Xu Huan to the ground.
Ye Shuang exhaled in relief and turned back to Bai Yuyou—but then someone shrieked, "He’s got another knife!"
Xu Huan had hidden a dagger in his sleeve. He slashed wildly, forcing those holding him to let go in fear of getting cut.
Seizing the chance, Xu Huan scrambled up like a rabid dog, swinging the dagger indiscriminately and wounding several who couldn’t dodge in time.
In his frenzy, his eyes locked onto Ye Shuang again. "DIE!"
At that moment, Ye Shuang was slightly bent over, checking if Bai Yuyou was okay—unintentionally exposing his back.
With no shelves or objects nearby to shield them, and no time to react, Ye Shuang could only shield Bai Yuyou with his own body as her face paled in horror.
"Ye Shuang!"
But the expected pain never came.
Ye Shuang turned his head—
A furry yellow Pikachu suddenly clamped onto Xu Huan's arm.
"P-Pikachu?" Distracted by the sight of someone in a Pikachu mascot suit gripping his wrist, Xu Huan barely had time to react before his vision blurred—he was violently hurled through the air in a brutal judo throw!
"Crash!" His body slammed into a shelf, sending a cascade of souvenirs clattering down onto him.

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”