"Yo." An Shiyu greeted as Ye Shuang approached.
Ye Shuang wasn’t sure if it was his imagination, but An Shiyu’s voice sounded weaker than usual. Her already expressionless face seemed even paler, drained of color. His gaze drifted downward, noticing a small red mark on the back of her hand—likely from an injection—before she quickly tucked it into her pocket.
"You... okay?" Ye Shuang hesitated but asked anyway.
[Character: An Shiyu
Congenital heart disease patient. Condition appears to be worsening.]
Seeing the information displayed, Ye Shuang frowned slightly.
"What could be wrong? Probably just tired from playing on a private island," she shrugged, lazily fiddling with her bangs, her usual nonchalant demeanor intact.
"Except you weren’t the one who went to the island."
An Shiyu’s fingers paused mid-motion. She glanced at him, a hint of confusion in her eyes.
"How’d you figure that out?"
"Because you’re not sunburned. It was your twin sister who went, right?" Ye Shuang didn’t explain that his system could instantly reveal such details, opting for a more plausible excuse—especially since both Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke had come back noticeably tanned.
Ever since learning there were two An Shiyus, Ye Shuang had started paying attention to their subtle differences. The one with hyperthymesia was more carefree, reckless, and occasionally asked if he wanted to see her in black stockings.
The one before him now, the one with the heart condition, was slightly more reserved. She rarely teased about stockings, often wore a look of mild disgust, had a sweet tooth, and was generally lazier.
Honestly, if not for Ye Shuang’s keen observation, the two girls would’ve been nearly indistinguishable—their personalities, appearances, and even speech patterns were almost identical.
It was as if they were literal clones.
Though Ye Shuang still didn’t understand why the twins shared the same name. Maybe there was a deeper reason.
"Oh." This time, An Shiyu didn’t bother explaining. She just seemed unusually listless.
"Take me out somewhere."
"You invited me out without even having a destination in mind?" Ye Shuang sighed.
The girl gave him a deadpan look. "If I had a destination, why would I need you?"
Ye Shuang: "..."
So I’m the last resort, huh?
"How about the beach?"
"What’s fun about the beach?"
"Probably nothing. But you can at least enjoy the breeze. And since you didn’t go to the private island..." Ye Shuang chuckled. "All beaches are pretty much the same anyway—just different shades of blue."
"Hmm."
An Shiyu didn’t refuse. Instead, she seemed to genuinely consider it.
"Let’s go."
With "Fish" in tow, Ye Shuang drove toward the coast. But he couldn’t help noticing her lack of enthusiasm—she leaned against the window, resting her cheek on her hand, her reflection flickering in the glass as they passed through a tunnel.
The traffic light ahead blinked yellow. Just as Ye Shuang debated whether to speed through, An Shiyu’s words made him slam the brakes instinctively.
"Hey, old man... I might only have a few months left."
The car behind them, also planning to run the yellow light, nearly rear-ended them and started honking furiously.
"Beep beep—beep beep—"
But Ye Shuang barely registered the noise. His mind was stuck on An Shiyu’s last sentence.
"...Is that so?" he finally managed.
"Drive carefully. You almost got us rear-ended," An Shiyu remarked, glancing at the irate driver behind them. "Honestly, it’s a miracle you’ve survived this long with skills like these. Maybe you need a dump truck to teach you a lesson."
"You’re the one who shocked me with that bombshell," Ye Shuang grumbled.
An Shiyu giggled, her laughter oddly lighthearted.
"Still no compatible donor?" Ye Shuang asked as he started driving again.
"Rejection rates are high. There’s no such thing as a ‘perfect match,’" An Shiyu drawled. "Unless you clone me."
Ye Shuang: "..."
Noticing his silence, An Shiyu suddenly spoke up. "But I’ve got good news and bad news. Which do you want first?"
"Bad news."
"You can’t pick that one first."
Ye Shuang rolled his eyes. "Then why even give me a choice? Fine, what’s the good news?"
"The good news is, there’s a special drug that can cure me." An Shiyu flashed a grin, looking like a mischievous child who’d just pulled off a prank.
Ye Shuang exhaled in relief, his shoulders relaxing. "So there’s still hope?"
"And the bad news?"
An Shiyu’s voice softened, almost vanishing.
"The bad news... is that the drug won’t be ready for at least five more years."
"I won’t make it that long."
Ye Shuang’s smile froze. The car fell into silence, the air suddenly stifling. He took a slow breath and cracked the window open slightly.
Only when the cool breeze rushed in did he feel a little more composed.
"Breakthroughs happen. Don’t lose hope," he said, trying to reassure her. But An Shiyu just smirked faintly.
"Like I said. Five years. Minimum."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"But it’s fine. Even after I’m gone, there’ll still be another An Shiyu in this world. She has a perfect memory—she’ll remember everything about me. Maybe, for a person, memories are the soul."
"She knows all my thoughts, looks exactly like me, acts the same... even likes the same people."
"Old man, in a way, it’s not like I’m really dying, right?" Her tone was as lazy as ever, as if discussing the weather.
"But she’s not you," Ye Shuang said.
"She’s not you," he repeated.
An Shiyu blinked, caught off guard.
"How cruel, old man," she murmured, lowering her head so her hair hid her face. "At a time like this, can’t you at least say something comforting?"
"..." Ye Shuang stayed quiet, his chest tight.
"Hey, old man."
"Yeah?"
"There are still things I want to do. Will you come with me?" Her voice was barely audible. "Might... take a while."
"Like what?"
An Shiyu tapped her phone a few times, and Ye Shuang soon received a file—a spreadsheet, formatted like a checklist.
"Is this... a bucket list?" Ye Shuang stared at it, momentarily stunned.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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?
