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?"
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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
