Even though the boss in the weird mascot costume moved quickly, the sheer number of people in line meant it took half an hour before it was Ye Shuang and his group's turn.
"That took a long time, but it seems everyone here is quite patient." Ye Shuang swept his gaze around and noticed that the people waiting in line ahead of them were chatting and laughing, seemingly unbothered by a half-hour wait.
It seemed they were very used to queuing. Ye Shuang, on the other hand, wasn't really the type to enjoy waiting in line. Unless it was absolutely necessary, he usually opted for places with immediate service over shops with long queues.
Finally, it was their turn.
The Pikachu boss looked at Ye Shuang's group with its plastic eyes, then simply said, "Pika."
"Uh..." Ye Shuang looked at the Pikachu who wasn't speaking human language at all. Just as he was about to ask for the price, Tang Keke reached out her hand from the side. "Thank you, boss! Please draw this for me!"
The Pikachu lowered its head to look.
It turned out Tang Keke was holding a group picture filled almost entirely with Naruto characters—dozens of them, in fact.
Pikachu: "..."
It wasn't just the Pikachu boss; even Ye Shuang was rendered speechless. Keke, did you come here just to make things difficult for the boss?
How could anyone draw dozens of characters using pancake batter?
"Tap, tap." To Ye Shuang's surprise, the boss simply patted a nearby board with its furry yellow paw. "Pi."
Written on it was: One hundred yuan.
"Here." Tang Keke immediately took out her phone to scan the QR code. She had just been complaining about having no money, but when it came to her turn, she pulled out her wallet with great generosity.
"WeChat Pay received: One hundred yuan."
"Phew—" The Pikachu took a deep breath, and Tang Keke swallowed hard beside it.
The next second, the boss clapped its paws together, and an identical person in a Pikachu costume popped out right next to it!
"Secret technique: Shadow Clone Jutsu."
Both Pikachus struck a muscle-flexing pose.
"The boss multiplied into two?!" Tang Keke exclaimed in surprise.
The customers waiting in line behind them all poked their heads out, letting out a collective "Oh?"
The two Pikachus worked together in perfect harmony, quickly sketching out what Tang Keke had requested. Of course, since it was made of batter, it couldn't be a perfect replica, but it was still incredibly impressive.
"Ohhhhh!" Tang Keke watched excitedly, snapping photos before carefully taking the boxed pancake into her hands.
"Thank you."
"Thank the sliced slime," one of the Pikachus said.
Tang Keke froze for a moment and scratched her head. "Boss, did you just speak?"
"Pi."
"Alright, my bad, I must have misheard." Tang Keke contentedly accepted her pancake. Now, it was Ye Shuang's turn.
Ye Shuang didn't have any particular favorite anime characters, but seeing how skilled the boss was, he pointed to himself and Bai Yuyou. "Could you draw a chibi version of us?"
Pikachu: "..."
The boss fell silent for a moment before finally nodding.
"Thank you."
It only cost fifty yuan. Ye Shuang stood together with Bai Yuyou, and the boss quickly drew the pancake. Accompanied by the faint aroma of batter, Ye Shuang's eyes fell upon the chibi figures.
They were quite cute. It showed him holding Bai Yuyou's little hand, and Yuyou was drawn looking especially adorkable.
"Alright, let's go." After packing up the pancake, Ye Shuang turned and left with the two girls.
The two Pikachus silently watched their retreating backs.
A few seconds later, with a swish, a "Closed" sign appeared on the stall, and the two Pikachus waddled away.
"Eh?!" The long line of customers behind them were dumbfounded.
Wait, what.
...
"Walking around is actually pretty fun, even though it's mostly just looking at exhibits." Ye Shuang continued strolling with the two girls. However, since there weren't any characters he particularly liked here, he wasn't nearly as fanatic as Keke.
"Are you hungry? Do you want to go grab something to eat first?" Ye Shuang asked, considering they had been out for a few hours already.
"I'm okay, I ate a lot of snacks just now so I'm not hungry," Tang Keke said while fiddling with the merchandise she had bought, before setting it down like a precious treasure.
Hearing that Tang Keke wasn't hungry, Ye Shuang looked over at Bai Yuyou. She still had a candied hawthorn stick in her mouth. In response to his inquiry, she merely blinked her beautiful eyes innocently. Not only that, but she was also carrying a large bag of snacks in her hand.
Hmm...
It seemed neither of them was hungry.
"There's quite a crowd gathered over there." Ye Shuang suddenly noticed two rings of photographers surrounding something outside the exhibition hall. This made him curious enough to peer inside.
When a flash of blonde hair caught his eye, Ye Shuang finally realized that the person being swarmed for photos was actually Alice.
Ye Shuang wasn't entirely surprised to see Alice here. As a model, it made sense that she would frequently attend events like this.
Today, Alice was still sporting her signature twin-tails, but she was dressed up as a little devil. Although she didn't have much of a figure, the outfit gave her an indescribably cute vibe.
If Alice was here...
Ye Shuang instinctively searched for Bobo. He quickly spotted Bobo and several other bodyguards standing not far from Alice. As a former child star and a major internet celebrity, Alice definitely had a lot of offline fans, so it was no wonder Bobo wasn't her only bodyguard.
However, Bobo had matched Alice by wearing a pink suit. Paired with his tower-like height, it created an indescribable sense of contrast.
"Lady Alice, could you insult us?" Just then, some photographers started jeering.
"Please scold us!" Voices echoed one after another.
"Hah? You actually want me to insult you? Do you all have some kind of masochistic fetish or something? Perverts." Alice wore a look of utter disgust and waved them off. "Get lost!"
"Yes, yes, that's exactly the expression!" A few photographers grew excited.
"Hah? What expression?"
Standing to the side, Ye Shuang thought: "..."
He really was getting old; he couldn't quite keep up with the world anymore.
Just as Ye Shuang was lamenting this, Alice spotted him in the crowd at a glance. She immediately flashed her little canine teeth. "Hmph, has a Mere Chair finally noticed my charm?"
But as it happened, Ye Shuang's gaze wasn't on Alice at that moment; he was looking over at Bobo's direction—
"Hah?!"
Alice's small face instantly puffed up. As if thinking of something, her eyes lit up, and she trotted over toward Ye Shuang.
"Hmm?"
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.”
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?!
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.
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?"
