Early in the morning, Lin Yu lay in bed, reluctant to move until his soul finally woke up. Only then did he drag himself out to wash up.
Washing his face, brushing his teeth.
Staring at the mirror, he noticed his right cheek seemed slightly paler. Instinctively, he lifted the strands of yellow hair covering the left side of his face and compared.
Well, damn.
The moment he saw how much darker his right cheek suddenly looked, Lin Yu scowled and silently let the yellow hair fall back into place.
At least these strands are good for something.
It was Sunday. As he brushed his teeth, Lin Yu mentally ran through his to-do list.
First, his homework—still untouched. Yesterday, he’d been too busy scheming how to get closer to the second female lead, Xia Muzhu, to spare it a single thought.
Speaking of Xia Muzhu, Lin Yu picked up his phone and sent her a few carefully selected videos about female victims—something he’d prepared the night before. Watching the messages get marked as "read" almost instantly, he kept brushing his teeth while sighing inwardly.
Xia Muzhu, sending you these videos during the day is the last bit of kindness I’ll show you.
Don’t blame me.
This is for your own good!
Soon, Xia Muzhu replied with a horrified emoji of a yellow-faced figure.
Lin Yu typed back quickly:
"Hey, you gotta be extra careful when you’re out alone, sis."
"You never know what might happen. Always carry that stun gun—it’ll save your life when it counts!"
"Got it! (hamster nodding sticker)"
With that brief exchange over, Lin Yu flipped his phone face-down on the dresser and refocused on his tasks.
Daily Xia Muzhu scare mission—complete!
That left just homework and whatever Li Yuan wanted from him today.
Lin Yu grumbled internally.
Homework wasn’t urgent. Given his reputation at school, skipping it wouldn’t be a big deal—worst case, they’d call his parents.
But that wasn’t a concern.
After all, this was a world of erotic comics, not horror novels!
So, only one task remained.
Li Yuan had asked him to meet at the mahjong parlor. No clue what it was about.
Might as well check it out.
Perfect timing.
Time to scam some money.
...
"It’s ready. Take this to Qinqin."
Tang’s mother handed a thermos to Tang Manman, adding,
"Make sure you watch her finish the chicken soup. I added astragalus as the doctor recommended—she hates the taste. If you don’t keep an eye on her, she’ll just share it with the other patients in the ward the second you leave."
"Okay."
Tang Manman nodded obediently, taking the heavy silver thermos and tucking it into a yellow cloth bag.
"Oh, and Yu Kai wants to visit Qinqin too. He’ll be here soon—wait for him and go together."
Tang’s mother added.
After a brief hesitation, Tang Manman agreed without protest.
Yu Kai arrived shortly after. Once Tang Manman said goodbye to her mother, she left with him, heading toward the hospital.
Along the way, Yu Kai kept the conversation going while Tang Manman listened quietly, offering only the occasional response.
After much reflection, she wasn’t angry with Yu Kai anymore. She’d settled into her new perspective.
They were never more than childhood friends. For him to step in when she was being bullied was already more than she could ask.
Even if it hadn’t ended well.
How could she, as just a friend, expect anything more from him?
With that in mind, Tang Manman stopped keeping a cold face. When Yu Kai said something amusing, she even smiled politely.
Unaware of her thoughts, Yu Kai exhaled in relief at her smile, assuming he’d been forgiven. His whole demeanor relaxed.
As they neared the bus stop, Tang Manman suddenly froze.
A familiar figure stood outside a pharmacy.
Lin Yu?
Unsure, she stopped and studied the tall, lean silhouette by the pharmacy entrance.
When the figure turned slightly, she finally confirmed it—his trademark yellow hair, covering part of his face, was unmistakable.
But why was he hurt again?
Tang Manman’s eyes locked onto the thick bandages wrapped around Lin Yu’s head. A thought struck her.
Or had his old injury never healed?
Without another second’s hesitation, she sprinted toward him.
"Lin Yu!"
She called out as she reached him. When he turned, his expression twisted into a familiar look of annoyance—you again?—she felt a pang of hurt, but more than that, a strange, comforting familiarity.
Today’s Lin Yu was the cold-but-decent version!
"Lin Yu, are you... hurt again?"
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!
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.”
] [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!"
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?!
