"……"
"……"
"……"
"Beep, beep, beep—"
On the hospital bed, a short-haired girl slowly opened her eyes. Gazing at the familiar ceiling and the sound of medical equipment, she sat up in confusion.
Beside her, bathed in the morning light, the heart monitor displayed steady pulses, as if heralding a new life under the rising sun.
A warm breeze drifted in, carrying her bewilderment with it.
The girl reached out, as if trying to touch the sunlight streaming through the window. The warmth pooling in her open palm felt almost surreal, like a dream.
She should have reached the end.
Why?
Could it be…
An Shiyu tugged open her hospital gown, but instead of the expected surgical scar, her skin remained smooth and unblemished.
"No heart transplant…"
"So… is this the afterlife?" An Shiyu murmured, her eyes gradually brightening.
She had imagined the afterlife countless times, but now that she was here, it seemed no different.
Would she meet the people she longed to see here?
Yet, the sharp scent of disinfectant kept tugging at her drifting thoughts, anchoring her to reality.
"Hey." A rustling sound came from nearby, followed by another girl stepping into view. "Finally awake?"
"Huh?" An Shiyu stared at her in confusion, scrutinizing her from head to toe before asking softly, "Why… didn’t I die?"
On the contrary, she could feel her heart beating strongly—something she had never experienced before.
Like a broken music box suddenly playing notes again, the rhythmic thumping was strangely beautiful.
"Not sure about the details, but the old man gave you a shot, and… well, here you are." The girl tilted her head, her tone laced with disbelief. If she hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t have believed such a thing was possible.
"A… shot?"
An Shiyu silently pulled up her pants but found nothing.
Just then, noise erupted outside the door. As it swung open, voices spilled in—
"A miracle! An absolute miracle! How did her vitals stabilize overnight?"
"You’re saying my granddaughter is fine?!"
"Well… we’ll need further tests to confirm."
Anshi Yilang was deep in conversation with the doctor when he spotted An Shiyu sitting quietly on the bed. His body froze as if struck by lightning.
"XIAO YU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His booming voice nearly blasted the ceiling off the room!
Anshi Yilang lunged forward, arms outstretched!
"Tch." In the next second, his face met the sole of a foot.
An Shiyu eyed him with disdain. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Waaah, my precious granddaughter! You’re finally awake! Do you know how worried I was last night?!" Tears and snot streamed down Anshi Yilang’s face as he failed to contain his emotions.
"Your beard is prickly! Stop rubbing your face on my foot! Disgusting!" An Shiyu kicked wildly, but the old man stubbornly nuzzled her sole like an overgrown puppy.
Once the chaos settled, the doctors ran a full checkup on An Shiyu.
Every machine they could think of was used, and the results were shockingly positive.
Though not quite at normal levels yet, the readings were unimaginable for someone whose organs had been on the verge of failure.
It could only be described as divine intervention.
"So… why am I like this?" An Shiyu remained puzzled. Her instincts told her there was more to this.
"Here, take a look at this footage." The other girl tossed her a phone.
An Shiyu tapped the video, which showed a figure standing motionless by her bedside, his movements oddly stilted, as if lagging.
Sometimes he clutched his head, sometimes he crouched, seemingly deep in thought—even sketching something on the floor with his finger.
This went on for nearly two hours before he suddenly dashed out.
When he returned, he held a syringe.
Bending over, he administered it to An Shiyu, then sat by the bed for a while before leaving.
"Did… the old man save me?" An Shiyu was stunned. Because the person in the footage was none other than—
Ye Shuang!
Since when did he have that kind of ability?
"According to the footage, yeah," the girl confirmed.
"Who knew that brat could actually save you? Xiao Yu, I won’t object to your marriage anymore!" Anshi Yilang grabbed her hand, his voice dripping with solemnity.
"I admit he’s the second most important man in your life after me! Xiao Yu, I’ll allow you to rank him right below Grandpa!"
An Shiyu’s eyes flattened. "Who said anything about marriage? Keep talking nonsense and I’ll drop dead right here."
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!"
While shoving her clingy grandfather away, An Shiyu turned to the girl. "Where’s the old man?"
"Drove home, I think."
An Shiyu: "……"
"I’m tired. Gonna sleep." She kicked her grandfather aside and flopped onto the bed, as if processing the flood of information in her head.
"Ah?! Sweetie, you’re not gonna sleep forever, are you?" Anshi Yilang wrung his hands nervously.
"Oi. Keep staring like that and I might just not wake up."
"……"
……
Dozens of kilometers away, traffic clogged the highway during morning rush hour.
Inside a small sports car, Ye Shuang gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the countdown at the traffic light.
"Today’s weather in Haizhu City is sunny. Remember to wear sunscreen…" The radio’s cheerful voice filled the car.
Ye Shuang reached over and turned it off. Exhaustion clung to his features—all he wanted now was rest.
His gaze drifted absently to the window—
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The system’s original purpose was to send him back to a specific timeline to forge a new future.
But…
"I chose to spend nearly twenty years researching An Shiyu’s condition across other timelines."
No one knew how he endured it. No one knew how he persevered.
But to Ye Shuang, it was just another obstacle.
"Guess you could call this exploiting a bug." He chuckled softly. At the very least, it wasn’t what the system had intended.
If he couldn’t change the original future,
He’d change himself instead.
He’d make himself capable of saving her.
Just then, the traffic light flickered green—
Ye Shuang smiled faintly.
"I’m exhausted. Time for a good, long sleep."
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!
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!" "......"
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
