"I think I saw my great-grandma." Ye Shuang stared at the clear blue sky, then glanced at the yellow object pressing down on him. The sudden fall had left his head buzzing.
The mascot head had rolled off, revealing the girl's delicate face. "Ye Shuang, are you okay?" she asked.
"I'm fine." Ye Shuang reached out and gently patted her head. "It’d be even better if you could get off me, though."
He wasn’t sure if the mascot suit was just that heavy or if the weight was concentrated on a small part of his body, but it felt suffocating.
With Tang Keke’s help, Bai Yuyou wobbled back to her feet. Watching her unsteady movements, Ye Shuang couldn’t help but worry she might faceplant again.
"Mmm..." Ye Shuang also stood up with Zhixia and Linlin’s assistance.
"Teacher Ye, are you alright?"
"I’m fine."
Picking up the fallen headpiece, he noticed a dent on the surface. He reached inside, fiddled around, and—pop—the nose of the headpiece snapped back into place.
"Fixed it!"
"Seems pretty durable." Ye Shuang held the headpiece and tried it on. Perhaps because Bai Yuyou had worn it earlier, the faint scent of flowers lingered inside.
The visibility was terrible, though. And with this weight, how the hell had An Shiyu managed to pull off those complicated judo throws in this clunky thing?
"Where’d this come from?" he asked after taking it off.
"Bought it off Xianyu. It’s leftover stock from that Pokémon-themed amusement park. Hehe, I snatched it up," Tang Keke explained cheerfully. "I was just thinking of having Yuyou wear it for the cosplay event."
"Cosplay event?"
"Yep! Right at the school gate—lots of people are dressed up taking photos." Tang Keke waved a brown wizard hat and an eyepatch. "Behold! I am Megumin, the greatest and most powerful wielder of Explosion Magic!"
She raised a staff dramatically. "EXPLOSION!"
"Hehe, how’s that? Straight out of Konosuba."
Ye Shuang studied her, rubbing his chin. "Hmm… Something feels off, but I can’t quite put my finger on it."
"What about you guys? Joining the event too?" He glanced at Zhixia and the others. They’d earned a fair bit from selling lemon tea lately—might as well enjoy the rest of the holiday.
"We don’t really have costumes," Zhixia said with a smile, waving it off. She spent most of her time on music anyway.
Linlin nodded. "Yeah, never tried cosplay."
"I’ve got more!" Tang Keke rummaged through her bag. "Linlin-senpai!"
"Eh? W-What?" Linlin stiffened as Tang Keke’s eyes gleamed with mischief.
"Wear this!"
"T-This? No way!"
Zhixia clapped her hands together. "In that case, let me help you~"
"W-Wait, don’t strip me—!" Linlin flailed, but Tang Keke and Zhixia had her pinned.
...
Moments later, a wriggling watermelon slice emerged, clutching a megaphone. "Fam, can y’all even—?"
"Ooooh, suits you perfectly, Linlin!" Tang Keke and Zhixia applauded in sync.
"Perfect my foot! What kind of abomination is this?!" Linlin’s voice echoed from inside the watermelon suit, which resembled a giant, squirming caterpillar.
Zhixia blinked. "I think it’s kinda fun."
"I’d rather wear a maid outfit than this!" Linlin crossed her arms, clearly revolted.
Tang Keke gasped. "Linlin-senpai, how did you know I brought a maid outfit?!"
"Huh?!"
"Heave-ho!" She yanked out a piece of blue-and-white striped fabric, glanced at it, and stuffed it back. "Wrong one. But hey, you can wear this later too~"
"Why do you even have that?!" Linlin’s voice cracked.
"Hold on, I never agreed—!"
"Eek?!"
In the end, Zhixia donned the watermelon suit, while Linlin was forced into the maid dress—her face burning as she desperately tugged at the short skirt. "It’s too short… Everything’s showing."
"Relax, I gave you safety shorts," Tang Keke said.
"Those striped things are just an extra layer, not actual coverage?!"
Meanwhile, Zhixia enthusiastically mashed the megaphone. "Fam, can y’all even—?"
"Fam, can y’all—?"
"Fam, famfamfamfamfam—"
"Come here, Yuyou." Tang Keke beckoned Bai Yuyou over. The girl wobbled adorably in the mascot suit as the four of them gathered, creating a bizarre yet charming tableau.
"Quite the lively bunch. Sure you don’t wanna join?" Ye Shuang asked An Shiyu, who stood beside him, hands in pockets and visibly uninterested.
"Meh."
She turned to him. "If you’re keen, I’ve got cosplay props too."
"Really?" He was surprised—wasn’t she indifferent?
"Yeah." An Shiyu pulled a single leaf from her pocket. "Here."
Ye Shuang took it, puzzled. "That’s it? Just… a leaf?"
"Yep. Strip naked, cover yourself with this, and boom—you’re a caveman." She delivered this with utter seriousness.
Ye Shuang: "..."
He karate-chopped her head. "Why don’t you try that?"
"Wouldn’t pass censorship," she deadpanned.
"..."
"If I did that, I’d be having a chat with security."
"Fine. I’ve also got band-aids. Strip, stick them on strategic spots, and you can cosplay as a flasher." She produced a handful.
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Tch. So picky, old man." An Shiyu clicked her tongue, side-eyeing him with disdain.
"Since when are those actual cosplays?!"
"Then how about a school doctor?"
"I am the school doctor."
"So just wear your lab coat and add the leaf. Easy."
"That’s even more degenerate?!"
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
