At this moment, in a certain large flat, side-by-side computers were flashing with light. Two young girls sitting in front of the monitors were wearing headphones. One was yawning out of boredom, using one hand to control the mouse for her character and skills, while playing on her phone with the other hand.
The other long-haired girl had her body completely sunk into the sofa. She was holding potato chips with both hands and munching on them, extending her pantyhose-clad feet to control the keyboard and mouse.
"Won again." Seeing the victory screen, An Shiyi looked very bored. "We can win even with our feet. Why don't we go play professionally?"
"You'll get bored after playing for two days," An Shiyu said. She then glanced at the opponents' IDs. "The other side seems to be a four-player or five-player team. Their reactions are like middle-aged men. And why is that cat on the enemy team only staying on the Swordmaster?"
"I don't know, probably a couple." An Shiyi shrugged. After all, aren't there players who don't really know how to play? They just pick a cat or a Yao and hang onto someone to get it over with.
"Done."
After finishing this match, An Shiyi stretched and took out her phone, tapping away on it. "There's no sense of urgency when you can't die. Instead of living this leisurely life, it'd be better to go mess with Uncle."
"Not interested. What's there to mess with?" An Shiyu played with her phone indifferently, looking completely unenthusiastic.
"Is that so?" An Shiyi waved her phone's chat box.
"Hey, Uncle said he's coming over to see us."
Hearing this, An Shiyu paused. "Hmm?"
She reached out to fiddle with her bangs, her eyes looking up as she unconsciously asked, "See us? When is he coming?"
Then the girl looked left and right. "Where's my comb?"
When she noticed An Shiyi covering her mouth, unable to hide the smile on her face, An Shiyu became expressionless. "Are you messing with me?"
"Oh my, where's my comb~~~" An Shiyi mocked sarcastically. "Not interested~~~"
As a result, in the next second, a foot stepped right on her face.
"Ugh."
"A sneak attack?!"
"Ever since you paid for that revival coin last time, you've gotten weaker." An Shiyu stood on the sofa with her arms crossed, looking down at An Shiyi, then suddenly leaped up and dropped her knee to strike her.
"Die."
...
Compared to the chaos on the two fishes' side, Ye Shuang's side was much quieter. Looking at the string of red match records in front of him, Ye Shuang couldn't help but suck in a breath through his teeth.
"Can we just win one game?" Ye Shuang said. This was getting out of hand; they were practically just giving away free points.
"You can't blame me, I'm the MVP every round," Chen Hai immediately said.
"Aren't I the MVP every round?" Aunt Li said with a sidelong glance. This Chen Hai really had nothing but a stubborn mouth.
"You don't understand, the MVP awarded by the system is fake. I'm the real one. What does this system know?" Chen Hai stubbornly retorted.
As a result, after a whole afternoon, Ye Shuang's five-man team didn't win a single game.
"We'll go eat after we win one." Chen Hai looked at the extra page of red match records and immediately said, "Let's play it safe this time, don't feed."
Compared to the occasional shouting from Ye Shuang's side, Tang Keke had already been playing console games with Bai Yuyou for a long time. They occasionally looked back at Ye Shuang's group.
"These adults are just like little kids, insisting on winning a game."
"Yeah." Bai Yuyou nodded in agreement. But for some reason, even though Ye Shuang and the others kept losing, she could see Ye Shuang bursting into loud laughter from time to time. Unlike his usual gentle smiles, this kind of laughter seemed to burst forth from the very depths of his heart.
Perhaps Ye Shuang could only be this relaxed in front of his best friends?
Bai Yuyou couldn't help but take a few more glances, only returning her attention to the game screen when Tang Keke reminded her.
Ye Shuang and the others finally exchanged two pages of red records for a single victory. After all, it was a game that was over a decade old. There were very few new players, so those who stuck around basically all knew how to play a few heroes very well.
After all, who isn't a hero when they can lane against life itself?
...
The night was growing heavy and dim. Ye Shuang and the others stretched as they finally came out of the internet cafe. They threw the blame at each other and ultimately decided to make the worst player, Chen Hai, pay the bill for dinner later.
"I can pay the bill, but I wasn't the worst one, okay?" Chen Hai said.
"A young man's blush beats any confession." Aunt Li covered her mouth, referring to how Chen Hai had turned red with rage several times just now. He was simply terrible at the game but loved playing it.
Even in the only game they won just now, Chen Hai had hurriedly typed taking apprentices, but forgot to switch to the all-chat channel.
"Next time we play CF."
"Whatever works."
The group chatted and then returned to their respective cars to head to the restaurant for dinner. Tang Keke and Bai Yuyou, who had followed Ye Shuang, naturally sat in his car.
"Brother, you guys played for a really long time," Tang Keke said. From after lunch until the evening, they had played for a full six or seven hours.
In Tang Keke's impression, Ye Shuang and the others didn't seem like the type to play games for that long.
"When we were young, there weren't many entertainment options, so we often played games like this," Ye Shuang explained. "Back then, we even used to pull all-nighters at the internet cafe. You have no idea how addicted your Sister Chen Qin was to online games."
"She could grind and spend money like crazy. The games I played back then required prepaid cards to top up, and your Sister Chen Qin had stacks and stacks of them."
Ye Shuang couldn't help but recall the past. Then, as if remembering something, his gaze fell on Bai Yuyou and Tang Keke.
"Was it boring coming out to the internet cafe with us uncles and aunts?"
"It was okay. The game Yuyou and I played was also very fun," Tang Keke said, and Bai Yuyou nodded gently, "Yeah."
"It's just that I thought the adult activities you mentioned..."
"Haha, what did you think adult activities were?"
"Like singing karaoke, or going to bars and stuff?" Tang Keke asked.
"Maybe some people do that, but everyone has different hobbies. And after becoming an adult, there are many things you can no longer do as you please," Ye Shuang said. "Everyone faces various pressures, so we cherish the beautiful things from the past even more."
"I used to not understand why my father liked to talk about his childhood when drinking with his friends, telling those same old stories over and over again."
"Now I understand. He was never reminiscing about the events that happened, but rather missing the carefree version of himself who once had people to rely on."
Ye Shuang smiled, as if remembering something, and looked forward again.
"I've said too much. You guys must be hungry, right?"

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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?!

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?"

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.”