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"Phew." Blowing on the tea in front of him, an old man sitting in the room silently watched the television.
Today was New Year's Eve. Having lived in the country for many years, Anshi Yilang naturally celebrated the traditional festival here. Although the New Year's Eve dinner is supposed to be a good day for reunion, Anshi Yilang didn't have many relatives left. His son and daughter-in-law had died in an accident, and even one of the two granddaughters he treated as his own had passed away.
As for his relatives in the Cherry Blossom Country, there was naturally no such thing as a reunion day. Over there, maintaining a sense of distance was a lifelong practice, which instead made things lack a bit of human warmth.
"Sigh..." Anshi Yilang looked at the tea stems floating in his cup and couldn't help but fall into his memories.
It wasn't until a knock came from the door that his thoughts were interrupted.
"Coming." Anshi Yilang slowly stood up. Just as he thought it was a delivery person or something, the next moment, the sound of a fingerprint unlocking came from the door lock, followed immediately by a loud bang.
A slender leg appeared, and then An Shiyu strolled in with her hands in her pockets. "Yo, old man, I came to see you. No need to be too grateful, just give me tens of thousands of bucks for pocket money."
Anshi Yilang froze for a moment. Seeing the energetic girl in front of him, she seemed like a completely different person from the silent child from a few days ago.
"This is good too, better than staying sad... A true ninja is someone who can endure everything and overcome everything." Anshi Yilang couldn't help but smile and shake his head, secretly sighing that his granddaughter had grown up.
Take him for example, no matter what happened, he was as steady as Mount Tai. This was also the ninja way of the Anshi family...
Even if his granddaughter had passed away, he couldn't show any sadness.
However, when he saw Anshi Yi walking in behind An Shiyu, Anshi Yilang froze again. Then, he revealed an expression as if he had seen a ghost, his mouth wide open. "Eh?!!!!!!!!!!!"
"So noisy, what are you doing?" Anshi Yi was almost deafened by Anshi Yilang's loud voice and immediately covered her ears in disgust.
"You-you-you-you-you-you-you, are you a human or a ghost?!" Anshi Yilang looked at Anshi Yi in front of him and asked stutteringly.
As for the so-called way of the ninja, it had long flown out the window.
What on earth was going on?!
Where did this child pop out from?
"Of course I'm human. Have you ever seen such a cute ghost?" Anshi Yi pointed at her own cheek. However, she actually knew what her grandfather was shocked about. After thinking for a moment, she ultimately didn't say much and just added,
"Dead is dead, just use a revive coin, right?"
"Yeah, as long as it works. It's just a cyber rebirth." An Shiyu also added from the side. Compared to the old man's shock, she was extremely calm at this moment.
After all, she had already passed her most shocked phase.
"You, you guys... Little Yu, pinch me." Anshi Yilang rubbed his eyes, still speaking in disbelief. But the next second, he felt a sharp pain in his arm and immediately cried out.
Looking down, An Shiyu beside him was holding a pair of pliers, clamping down on his arm.
Anshi Yilang: "..."
"You're using this thing?"
"Isn't being good at using tools the ancestral teaching of our Anshi family?" An Shiyu asked.
"..." Anshi Yilang suddenly couldn't refute. The sharp pain coming from his arm was already telling him that the girl in front of him wasn't a dream. Although he didn't know why she had long hair now, she was undoubtedly real.
"You, I..."
Anshi Yilang held it in for a long time before finally asking, "What exactly is going on?"
"I'm not exactly sure either, but this matter has to do with Uncle." Anshi Yi said.
"Well, that's pretty much it." An Shiyu agreed. She sat on the sofa, slightly crossing her legs.
"That kid?" Anshi Yilang froze for a moment.
"That guy is actually a necromancer, so he revived her."
"Isn't that too absurd?" The old man was rendered completely speechless.
"Her being able to stand here is absurd enough." An Shiyu couldn't explain it either, but she still briefly recounted what had happened.
Anshi Yilang was silent for a long time, then asked in confusion, "So you're saying, he doesn't remember you guys anymore?"
"I think I might know some of the truth regarding that kid's amnesia."
"Really?" The two girls looked over curiously, seemingly a bit surprised that Anshi Yilang would have any information.
"Yes, do you remember the forbidden book of our Anshi family? It records a forbidden ninjutsu that revives a person at the cost of one's memories," Anshi Yilang said slowly, his tone serious and earnest.
"Perhaps he used that secret technique."
An Shiyu gave him a deadpan look and interrupted Anshi Yilang,
"The forbidden book you're talking about, could it be that little pamphlet with 'Game Settings' written on the last page?"
"That's called a disguise!" Anshi Yilang immediately glared. "Look at that patina, look at the material of that pamphlet! They were passed down from ancient times, definitely not something that can be made nowadays!"
"Yes, yes, yes. Exclusive for game settings, a pamphlet priced at 100 yen." An Shiyu wore a dismissive expression, giving up hope on Anshi Yilang.
"I'm hungry," Anshi Yi also chimed in.
"Isn't today New Year's Eve? Where is our New Year's Eve dinner?"
Hearing this, Anshi Yilang looked at his two granddaughters for a good while before suddenly asking,
"Am I... really not dreaming?"
His voice trembled a bit, as if he was worried that everything in front of him was just a fragile bubble, just an old man's hallucination.
An Shiyu and Anshi Yi looked up and then exchanged a glance.
"..."
"It's true, I'm back," Anshi Yi said, her tone uncharacteristically gentle.
"Grandpa."
"That's pretty much it," An Shiyu also looked away and said. "Before you die of old age, we definitely won't go before you. The white-haired sending off the black-haired... probably won't happen."
"Wuuuuuuuu!!!" Anshi Yilang immediately bit his handkerchief, his eyes brimming with tears. The next second, he leaped into the air,
"My good granddaughters, give Grandpa a hug!!"
But the next second, he was only greeted by two feet.
"Don't suddenly pounce like a pervert!!"
"As for the New Year's Eve dinner, let's go out to eat. Grandpa didn't seem to buy any ingredients, and we can have delicious food outside." Anshi Yilang was kicked, but he became even more cheerful.
"We're not eating here. Since nothing is prepared, the two of us will go eat at Uncle's house."
"Oh, don't be like that! Whatever you want, Grandpa will make it for you right now."
Today, the Anshi family was unusually lively.

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!

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.”

Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"

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?"