"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!!!!!
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
