Looking at the text message from Xia Yueshan, Lin Yu rubbed his temples in frustration.
This guy!
He shouldn’t have told him about the possibility of his sister being assaulted in the first place.
Now, every man he sees is automatically a suspect with ill intentions toward his sister.
How many "suspects" had he forwarded in just the past month?
At least two a day on average.
Even though Lin Yu knew the so-called "target" was likely another false alarm, he still adopted a "better safe than sorry" approach and sent a voice message:
"Do you have a photo? Send it to me."
Soon enough, a photo popped up on Lin Yu’s phone.
Opening it, he sighed at the unfamiliar face and replied with a resigned tone:
"It’s not him."
Xia Yueshan: Are you sure?
Xia Yueshan: But he seems really suspicious!
Xia Yueshan: After my sister and I entered the supermarket, we "coincidentally" ran into him seven times!
Xia Yueshan: And every time, his eyes kept darting toward my sister. When I glared at him, he’d panic and look away.
Xia Yueshan: Something’s off about him!
Xia Yueshan: Really off!
As Xia Yueshan’s messages flooded in, Lin Yu rolled his eyes but forced himself to respond patiently to avoid discouraging him.
Lin Yu: Nothing’s off.
Lin Yu: Given your sister’s looks and figure, getting a few stares is completely normal.
Lin Yu: And running into someone multiple times in a supermarket isn’t that unlikely.
Lin Yu: Your vigilance is commendable, but don’t go seeing enemies everywhere.
After sending the messages, the other end fell silent. Lin Yu shook his head and set his phone aside, about to resume eating when another notification—marked as a priority—chimed.
Xia Yueshan: How can you tell at a glance that he’s not the one who’d harm my sister?
Xia Yueshan: Do you actually know what that person looks like?
Reading the messages, Lin Yu hesitated. If he said yes, Xia Yueshan might press for details he couldn’t provide. If he said no, how could he be so sure this guy wasn’t a threat?
After a moment’s thought, Lin Yu decided to fall back on mysticism again.
Lin Yu: I don’t know his appearance, but if I saw him, I’d recognize him instantly.
Lin Yu: Just like how I sensed the ominous fate looming over your sister.
Xia Yueshan: Oh.
Xia Yueshan: Alright then.
Xia Yueshan: By the way, there’s another guy who "coincidentally" crossed paths with my sister five times. He looks shifty—totally untrustworthy. Want me to send his photo too?
Lin Yu clicked his tongue in irritation, about to refuse, when he suddenly remembered the mysterious force of fate possibly pulling the strings behind the scenes.
What if it really was him?
After a pause, Lin Yu replied.
Lin Yu: Send it over!
...
Lin Yu: Not him either.
Xia Yueshan: Fine.
Xia Yueshan: Hey, are you free tonight?
Lin Yu: What’s up?
Lin Yu: Something going on?
Xia Yueshan: My sister’s best friend is coming over for dinner. She wants you to join us.
Lin Yu: I’m free. I’ll be there.
Xia Yueshan: OK!
Lin Yu: OK!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
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!
