"Why is it you today? Where's the other one?"
After returning to the office and sitting down, Ye Shuang immediately asked An Shiyu beside him.
"Hmm?" An Shiyu, who was playing a game with a controller, seemed a bit surprised. "Uncle, your ability to tell us apart is unexpectedly strong. Do you have some incredible superpower or something?"
"No superpowers. But if it's just about telling you two apart, it's practically the same difference." Ye Shuang didn't even need to use his system to distinguish them anymore; he could almost tell just by looking.
Of course, it wasn't by the "slime," since it was winter now, and An Shiyu wouldn't be dressed particularly lightly.
It's just that the two girls gave off different feelings. It was like a sixth sense.
"And why are you wearing that?"
Ye Shuang pointed at the white cat ears on An Shiyu's head. This girl was also wearing the Yinshan Academy winter uniform, looking nothing like she was at work. She seemed more like a student who had snuck in to find a parent.
"Can't be helped. That one told me to play the role of a cat girl today." An Shiyu crossed her arms. "I rummaged through the costume props, and it seems only these cat ears were left... Hey, uncle, these ears are actually quite soft and fluffy to touch. Want to try?"
Saying this, An Shiyu bent down to show Ye Shuang her ears. They did look fluffy.
"What's so good about touching fake ears?" Ye Shuang wasn't very interested.
"Is that so?" An Shiyu tilted her head. "Want to touch the slime instead?"
"No, thank you."
The personalities of the two "fish" were still relatively easy to tell apart. At the very least, the "Heart Fish" was a bit more reserved. This one's mouth just ran wild everywhere. Who knew if she was serious or just joking? Either way, it felt strangely terrible.
If she was serious, it meant her personality was terrible. If she was joking, it meant her personality was terrible plus she had a bit of a mischievous streak.
Perhaps noticing Ye Shuang was zoning out, An Shiyu asked, "Uncle, are you thinking about something perverted?"
"I am not."
An Shiyu swayed slightly. "Actually, I'm not wearing a bra today."
Hearing this, Ye Shuang was momentarily stunned and instinctively looked over.
"See, you were thinking about that." An Shiyu said.
Ye Shuang retorted, "Who wouldn't when you suddenly say something like that?!"
"I was joking."
Ye Shuang: "..."
"Where is she?" he asked.
"Oh, she had a physical check-up today, so she asked me to fill in for a day." An Shiyu said, then suddenly spoke with a hint of envy, "So nice, her body is slowly getting better."
As she spoke, she paused as if remembering something.
Then she touched her own cheek, as if confirming something.
Ye Shuang didn't notice An Shiyu's action and instead asked, "Can you handle the work stuff too?"
"That's not a problem. It's the kind of thing you can learn just by looking." An Shiyu said lazily, curling up in her seat.
"So... the documents I need?"
"They're all in my head." The girl pointed to her temple. "Pretty impressive, right?"
"I can't see into your brain."
"Then why don't you learn how?"
"Who can learn telepathy?" Ye Shuang was speechless. That completely fell outside the realm of natural science, didn't it?
Huh?
Come to think of it, having a system wasn't very scientific either. Thinking this, Ye Shuang called up her information window.
[Character: An Shiyu
Hyperthymesia patient. Physical condition declining.]
Huh?
Ye Shuang's eyes locked onto the word "declining." What did that mean? A side effect of hyperthymesia?
There were very few documented cases of hyperthymesia worldwide, so Ye Shuang wasn't sure what problems this condition could cause. He had heard that some patients couldn't control their memories and would get headaches when recalling things, but others didn't have that issue.
There were just too few examples, with little to reference.
Seeing Ye Shuang's gaze fixed on her, An Shiyu felt a bit strange. She looked down but didn't see anything unusual.
"Hey, what are you doing?"
"Do you... feel unwell anywhere lately?" Ye Shuang tentatively asked.
"I'm alright. I've even gained a little weight." An Shiyu said, pinching the flesh on her arm. "Want to feel?"
Ye Shuang was silent for a moment, then rummaged through a nearby cabinet and quickly pulled out a stethoscope.
"Huh? Where'd that come from?" Even An Shiyu was slightly taken aback when she saw Ye Shuang take a stethoscope from his office drawer, as if her CPU had short-circuited.
"Uncle, as a Vice President, do you also moonlight as a doctor?"
An Shiyu couldn't figure out what Ye Shuang did here every day.
Come to the company to play doctor?
"Alright, never mind where I got it."
Ye Shuang thought it more reliable to listen for himself, but now he encountered a problem—he needed to place the stethoscope under An Shiyu's clothes.
Although Ye Shuang had done this countless times, it was within the loops, and with the other "fish."
"I..." Ye Shuang said, "Let me check?"
"Geez, uncle, your tone makes you sound like a pervert trying to take advantage." An Shiyu said, but she obediently lifted her clothes anyway.
She really didn't seem to mind.
As if she had no sense of shame?
Seeing An Shiyu didn't mind, Ye Shuang placed the stethoscope against her skin.
"..."
"..."
Ye Shuang couldn't help but frown slightly. That's strange, why does An Shiyu's body feel a bit off? Is it because of the hyperthymesia?
Then he moved it slightly upward, and his pinky seemed to brush against something. He froze for a second. "You really aren't wearing one?"
"Yep. It's a bit ticklish. Can you hurry up, you lecherous uncle?" An Shiyu half-squinted her eyes.
"If you want to touch, just say so. It's not like I'd stop you."
Ye Shuang: "..."
He removed the stethoscope and asked An Shiyu seriously, "You really don't feel unwell anywhere?"
"Nope. Or did you find something wrong?"
"I..." Ye Shuang frowned. Judging by his experience and with the system's help, he could indeed tell something was wrong with An Shiyu's body. "Your internal organs... they don't seem like they belong to someone your age? They feel like they're lacking vitality."
An Shiyu was quiet for a few seconds, seemingly surprised Ye Shuang could even tell that. A rare flicker of emotion passed through her eyes. "Then, uncle... you... can you do anything about it?"
"The cause isn't clear. It really would be better to go to the hospital for a check-up. Why don't you get a physical examination too?" Ye Shuang said.
Hearing Ye Shuang suggest she go to the hospital for a check-up, An Shiyu twirled a strand of her hair with her finger and replied as if it didn't matter, "Oh, is that so."
"Be serious."
"Okay." An Shiyu's interest still didn't seem very high.
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?"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.
