The next morning.
"Military training, ugh... I just managed to get my skin a little fairer." At the dining table, Tang Keke pouted miserably but still stuffed her mouth with breakfast.
"It'll get fair again," Bai Yuyou comforted her, even reaching out to pat her back.
But as she patted, she suddenly started fiddling with the strap inside Keke's clothes like it was amusing.
"What are you doing?"
"You wouldn’t understand my pain—someone who gets fair again in just a few days... It hurts, it hurts so much. I’m gonna start washing kelp." Tang Keke gnawed on her toast and slapped her schoolbag.
The gap between people is just too unfair.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang, who was nearby, smiled and said, "The training won’t last long. It should be fine."
With that, he tossed a lemon to the girl.
"Here."
"A lemon?" Tang Keke held the yellow fruit.
"Eating more lemons can help you recover," Ye Shuang explained.
"So sour..." Keke’s head immediately shook like a rattle drum.
Soon, the two girls were ready for school. But before leaving, Bai Yuyou silently stared at Ye Shuang’s chest, as if holding something back.
Her expressionless face even started twitching.
"I... I’m leaving now," Bai Yuyou suddenly said, her voice louder than usual.
Ye Shuang, standing at the door, paused for a moment before smiling and ruffling her hair. "Mm, be careful on the way."
Bai Yuyou turned like a robot. "Le... leaving!"
"Alright, big bro, we’re off!" Keke also smiled.
"Mm."
After watching the two girls step into the elevator, Ye Shuang slowly withdrew his gaze and returned to the dining table to clean up the dishes.
"Military training..."
Ye Shuang wondered if he should buy them some sunscreen or something. But then again, it was only a few days.
Given Yinshan Academy’s laid-back school culture, the students might not even train under the sun.
"Probably unnecessary, right?"
After tidying up, Ye Shuang sat at his desk and started his daily writing work.
Lately, he had even drawn some chibi-style illustrations of the main characters. If only his lovely readers could appreciate his effort and maybe recommend his book in the recommendations section or toss him a small free gift...
Heh.
Time flew by. After finishing today’s update, Ye Shuang drove to the academy.
Parking his car, he noticed the familiar "spicy fish head" car already in its usual spot. Remembering last night’s events, he even wondered how An Shiyu would question him when they met.
Shaking his head, Ye Shuang took the elevator to the infirmary.
Before even entering, his footsteps halted—he heard strange noises coming from inside.
"Hng hng hng ahhhh..."
"Huh?" He blinked, then quickened his pace into the infirmary. What greeted him was a boy lying on the bed, while An Shiyu, clad in a white coat, stood on the other side holding a bottle of medicine.
The coat was Ye Shuang’s, and on An Shiyu’s slender frame, it looked ridiculously oversized, the hem nearly reaching her calves.
"Yo?" An Shiyu turned her head and greeted him.
"Are you... treating someone?" Ye Shuang asked.
"Yep. Since you weren’t on duty," An Shiyu waved the bottle. "It’s pretty fun—one swipe, one scream."
Ye Shuang was speechless. Were you treating this guy like a screaming chicken toy?!
The boy on the bed suddenly opened his eyes wide at An Shiyu, as if seeing something unbelievable.
"Y-you... you’re not the school nurse?!"
An Shiyu raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Did I forget to mention I’m not the school nurse?"
"No, you didn’t!" The boy’s eyes rolled back as if about to faint.
Ye Shuang hurried over. "Hey, are you okay?"
"I... I think I saw my long-dead uncle waving at me from the other side of the river..."
"Calm down... You just have minor injuries."
"He’s talking to me..."
"Is he telling you to go back?"
"He said, ‘What you love is your life.’"
Ye Shuang: "..."
What kind of uncle is that?!
An Shiyu draped a white cloth over the boy’s face, her eyes turning into dots. "He’s passed on."
Don’t just declare someone dead like that!
Rubbing his temples, Ye Shuang checked the boy’s condition—just some minor scrapes. An Shiyu had used the right medicine, probably mimicking how he usually treated patients.
"Alright, go rest now."
The boy limped away, looking miserable. "She... she was so rough with the medicine..."
"It’s fine. Next time, I’ll be gentler. Come again~"
"There’s gonna be a next time?!"
After seeing the boy off, An Shiyu stood beside Ye Shuang, hands in the coat pockets, and remarked,
"What an exhilarating treatment session."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Alright, give me back my coat."
He reached for An Shiyu, but she slipped away like an eel, dodging every attempt.
An Shiyu tilted her chin up, looking almost smug.
"Hmph. Is that all you’ve got? Show me your true power, Ye-san!"
"Had enough fun? Get down from the bed already." Ye Shuang massaged his temples as he watched the cherry blossom girl spouting chuunibyou lines from atop the bed.
An Shiyu hopped down and tossed the coat at him.
"Done playing."
"Don’t just throw my work clothes around." Ye Shuang caught it and noticed it was warm, carrying a faint fragrance.
But he didn’t dwell on it, just shook it out and put it on.
After that boy’s ordeal, the infirmary was bound to get some weird rumors again.
Sitting down, An Shiyu quickly settled into silence.
But as she fiddled with her phone, she suddenly handed him a notebook. "Hey, old man, do me a favor."
"What?" Ye Shuang took it instinctively and flipped it open, confused.
The next second, the contents made him rub his eyes, as if he’d seen wrong.
Old man, subway, phone.
"What’s this?"
"Read it out loud for me."
"To who?"
"Anyone."
"I don’t want to." Ye Shuang’s lips twitched as he looked at the contents, his entire body radiating refusal.
"I’ll let you play with my legs." An Shiyu stretched a foot toward him.
"No."
"I’m wearing white thigh-highs."
"It’s not about the legs?!"
"Tch. What, you want something else?" An Shiyu crossed her arms, as if questioning his morals.
Ye Shuang: "..."
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.”
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?"
] 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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
