"The temperature in Haizhu City has been fluctuating quite a bit lately, so there are actually quite a few students catching colds and fevers." In the school infirmary, Ye Shuang was looking at the recent records in his hands. Almost every class had one or two students who had taken a leave of absence from the academy due to a fever or cold.
"Achoo." A soft sneeze came from beside him.
Ye Shuang paused for a moment and looked to his side in slight surprise. An Shiyu was rubbing the tip of her nose, looking a bit annoyed. Perhaps noticing Ye Shuang's gaze, she subconsciously sniffled and asked, "What?"
"Are you feeling unwell? It seems like a lot of people are taking sick leave recently," Ye Shuang asked.
"Mmm... I'm fine. My nose is just a little itchy, that's all."
An Shiyu made a dismissive gesture. She didn't feel anything wrong with her body; her nose was just itching for no reason just now.
Hearing this, Ye Shuang thought for a moment, then, still feeling uneasy, he used his system to check on her.
[Character: An Shiyu
Ouch, what are you doing?]
Ye Shuang: "..."
Is the system not even giving a shred of normal information anymore? Why isn't it providing anything of value?
Sometimes, looking at this broken system, Ye Shuang really wanted to call the police.
It was so dawdling and didn't even come with a user manual.
Ye Shuang then took out a mercury thermometer. "It's better to take your temperature first."
"No."
"It's just taking your temperature. It won't stop you from playing games with your controller." Seeing An Shiyu shaking her head from side to side so fast it was almost a blur, Ye Shuang held the thermometer and said.
"I super hate having cold things shoved into my body."
"Oh? So you prefer it full and hot?" On the other side, a certain fish poked her head out. "Oh my, you should have said so earlier... I have a fire poker, or actually, Uncle has one too..."
An Shiyu: "..."
Right at that moment, a flurry of hurried footsteps echoed from the corridor. The next second, the infirmary door was violently pushed open. "An Shiyu!!!"
Ye Shuang was so startled by the sudden noise that he almost dropped the thermometer. He looked toward the door, only to find a tall girl with a ponytail, and...
Huh?
Why was she wearing a black latex suit?
"An Shiyu!" An Shiyaya excitedly pointed at An Shiyu. However, in the next second, when she saw the other fish beside her, she was clearly stunned. She took a step back in disbelief.
"Y-You've already learned the legendary Shadow Clone Jutsu?!"
The girl immediately beat her chest and stomped her feet, then dropped to her knees, leaning forward to pound the floor. "Damn it!!!!!! Even though, even though..."
"Even though I was the one who started learning ninjutsu first!"
Ye Shuang looked at this babbling girl in slight astonishment. However, he somewhat understood a few of the sentences. After hearing her call out An Shiyu's name, he pointed at An Shiyaya.
"Someone you know?"
"I have no idea where she popped out from. Hurry up and catch her so she can be locked up in a mental hospital," An Shiyu said indifferently, looking at the howling girl with a hint of disgust.
At this time, An Shiyaya stood up with her body contorted like an Abnormal Titan, and then crawled over to An Shiyu's side like a spider.
"I am Yaya!"
"Tsk, and then?"
"I am your fated nemesis, you know?!" An Shiyaya stood up and pointed at herself.
"Just you?" An Shiyu said, grabbing the other girl's slimes. "Even these things on you are fake. What do you have to fight me with?"
However, in the next second, An Shiyu felt something strange and reached out to grab the other one.
"Huh? Your fakes feel pretty real."
"They are real!!" An Shiyaya immediately let out a chicken-like squawk.
"Is that so? I don't believe it."
"Can you let go first?" Perhaps mindful of the fact that there was a male, Ye Shuang, standing right there, An Shiyaya immediately said.
"Oh."
Standing off to the side, Ye Shuang's mouth twitched. No matter how you looked at it, An Shiyu's claws were a bit too ferocious. He asked, "Is this girl a relative of yours?"
[Character: An Shiyaya
An Shiyu's cousin, terrible at things but loves to play anyway, considers An Shiyu her lifelong nemesis on the path of the ninja... Currently a quite popular VTuber]
"So she really is a relative." After seeing the information, Ye Shuang pondered for a moment.
But a VTuber... doing live streams or something?
This weirdo demeanor was actually somewhat similar to An Shiyu.
Thinking back to Old Man An Shi's perverted pink battle suit, Ye Shuang figured there probably weren't any normal people left in the An Shi family.
"Who are you?" At this moment, An Shiyaya looked at Ye Shuang.
"I'm the school doctor here," Ye Shuang said, pointing to the name tag on his chest. "You, understand-ka or not understand-ka?"
An Shiyaya: "..."
Seeing the girl squinting hard in confusion, Ye Shuang asked Chao Yiyu, "Hmm... why doesn't this Sakura girl understand Sakura language?"
Chao Yiyu, who was biting on a lollipop with both hands behind her head while spinning in the sofa chair, replied, "Oh? So you were speaking Sakura language? I thought you were some colonel from a domestic war drama, Colonel Yamamoto Kameda Ye."
Ye Shuang's mouth twitched.
What colonel? That was pure insult.
"You guys... Wow, this is amazing! Is this the Shadow Clone? How did you do it? Why does it look so similar? It's exactly like a real person!"
"I'm so jealous!"
At this time, An Shiyaya was also circling around the two fishes, her eyes wide and shining as if they had been consecrated.
"I won't lose! I'm going to ask Great-Uncle An Shi how to do the Shadow Clone right now!"
After saying that, An Shiyaya ran off like a gust of wind.
Ye Shuang stood there in a mess for a moment before looking at An Shiyu. "With a personality like that, how come I've never seen her before?"
"Oh, she's probably here as an exchange student. No wonder I felt a bit unwell today, like I was possessed by a ghost." An Shiyu rolled her shoulders.
"That girl is so annoying. I should just find a time to put a sack over her head and sink her into the Pearl River."
"That's a very dangerous thought," Ye Shuang said. "When was the last time you two met?"
Hearing this, An Shiyu thought for a few seconds and looked at Chao Yiyu. "When was it?"
"You're asking me, but who am I supposed to ask?" Chao Yiyu threw her hands up.
"Is your hyperthymesia really that unreliable? I've been treating you as my portable hard drive."
"Tsk, I'm obviously your portable CD of dark history... I really have no impression of that girl. It must have been over ten years." Chao Yiyu said, casting a playful glance at Ye Shuang.
"Uncle, I have some footage here. Do you want to see it? It's top secret."
"What foot..."
Before Ye Shuang could finish his sentence, An Shiyu expressionlessly took out a dagger and stabbed it into the table with such force that it sank deep into the wood.
"It seems I'm not that interested," Ye Shuang quickly changed his tune.
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?"
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
