"Whew~"
"Never mind."
With a heavy exhale, Lin Yu ultimately dismissed the idea.
The reason was simple.
Damn it.
With his limited skills, he wouldn’t get anywhere in the underworld.
"Ugh!"
"So annoying!!!"
Lin Yu frantically tugged at his messy blond hair, his mind a jumbled mess.
His heart felt just as chaotic...
"Maybe I should do something?"
Rubbing the faint stubble on his chin, Lin Yu wanted to distract himself and escape this suffocating emotional spiral.
Clean up the place?
He glanced around—the room was old but tidy, everything neatly arranged. Nothing to clean.
How about homework?
He turned to the open math workbook on the desk, eyeing the single word "Solution" he’d struggled to write in half an hour. Disgusted, he rolled his eyes.
Hah.
Using homework to relieve stress?
What was he thinking?
Then again...
Go out for fun?
But where?
And what would he even do?
After a moment of contemplation, Lin Yu found the perfect destination.
The little internet café downstairs!
The thought of the café made his eyes light up.
Now that he thought about it, ever since transmigrating, he’d been busy with Xia Muzhu and Tang Manman’s affairs or studying—he hadn’t touched a computer once.
Let alone played any games.
Tsk tsk!
What a slacker!
Lin Yu shook his head regretfully.
Back in his past life, he’d been an ioi prodigy!
A Silver-tier powerhouse right out of placements, then casually climbed to Gold. During the summer after the college entrance exams, he’d even pushed to Diamond II.
Earning a spot in the Canyon’s Peak.
A true genius!
Too bad...
Lin Yu sighed softly.
He never got to spend the free RP the Canyon’s Peak gave him before transmigrating.
Damn it!
Feels like losing a fortune!
"Ah well."
"Wonder if my skills have gotten rusty after so long."
Excited, Lin Yu stood up and stretched his shoulders.
"Perfect timing—nothing else to do today."
"Let’s go!"
"Time for some fun!"
He turned to leave but paused at the door.
Spotting the small mirror on the shoe rack, he bent down, adjusted his slicked-back hair, and studied his reflection.
Hmm...
"Looks a bit fairer, huh."
Noticing the reduced contrast between his tanned right cheek and his naturally pale left, Lin Yu nodded to himself.
Seems the sunscreen and makeup did help.
"But if I go out like this, should I still wear makeup?"
Frowning, he hesitated.
Even with his right cheek lightened, the difference was still obvious.
Going out like this would definitely draw laughs.
But doing a full face?
Even a quick routine would take at least half an hour.
Lin Yu glanced back at his bedroom, his heart itching like a cat was scratching it.
Half an hour?
No way!
My blade thirsts for blood!!!
After a moment’s thought, he dashed back to his room, rummaged around, and dug out the mask and cap he’d worn when entering Xia Yueshan’s school. Once equipped, he bolted out the door and downstairs...
...
At the café, he booted up the computer, eagerly created an account, and happily launched the game, clicking "Start Match."
In champion select, he instantly locked in Blitzcrank.
After such a long break, Lin Yu decided to warm up with support—no need to ruin others’ games.
Once roles were locked in, the loading screen appeared. Staring at the familiar art, Lin Yu couldn’t stop grinning.
League of Legends!
Let’s go!
...
Six hours later...
That damn Zilean!
I’ll punch this bastard to death!!!
How is he so infuriating!!!!!
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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?"
