Downstairs, Xia Yueshan glared at Lin Yu with a dark expression. As time passed, his trust in this bratty kid dwindled by the minute.
Wasn’t it supposed to be that his sister would face some disaster?
It had been a month and a half, and yet—nothing.
Was this punk just lying to freeload off his family, mooching food, shelter, and even his sister?
Under Xia Yueshan’s scrutinizing gaze, Lin Yu felt his pride crumbling.
But right now, he had bigger things to worry about.
A serious realization struck him.
In the original storyline, Xia Muzhu was indeed supposed to be assaulted. But after all the precautions he’d taken, was it possible he had already unknowingly helped her avoid that tragic fate?
He just didn’t know it yet.
After a moment of thought, Lin Yu decided it wasn’t impossible.
Maybe the plot had already been altered by his actions, and that horrific scene—the one that would bring Xia Muzhu endless suffering—had been erased at the source.
But…
What if it hadn’t happened yet?
What if that unspeakable, twisted fate was just waiting for him to let his guard down?
The thought made Lin Yu’s head throb.
Damn it all.
Without knowing whether that second "scene" had already occurred, he couldn’t afford to leave Xia Muzhu’s side!
He was trapped.
A short while was manageable.
But what about half a year from now?
A year?
He still had to take his college entrance exams!
He couldn’t just babysit Xia Muzhu forever.
Ugh!
If only there were some way to confirm whether that scene had already happened.
Lin Yu gritted his teeth, frustration bubbling up every time he thought about it.
Seriously!
Not only had he been transmigrated into some trashy adult comic—he didn’t even get the standard transmigrator perks!
No golden finger, no system, not even a measly artifact spirit or something!
Just him, alone.
How lame was that?
Frustration aside, he still had to deal with his problems one by one.
First up—this brat in front of him.
He needed a way to regain his trust.
Seeing Xia Yueshan’s blatantly suspicious stare, Lin Yu knew better than to play nice. Instead, he shot back a disdainful look and snapped,
"What are you staring at?"
"Got a problem?"
Xia Yueshan, acting far older than his years, stroked his chin and nodded.
"Yeah, actually."
"Lin Yu, you said my sister would face some disaster. But when exactly is that supposed to happen?"
"It’s been a month and a half. Not only has she not been… y’know, she hasn’t even had a strange man come within a meter of her."
"I’m not saying I don’t believe you, but you’ve got to give me a rough timeline here."
"Don’t tell me when she’s eighty, some old geezer grabs her hand, and you call that her ‘great calamity.’"
Lin Yu couldn’t help but scoff at the sarcasm.
"So what you’re saying is, I’m a fraud, huh?"
"Fine."
"Then I’m a fraud. Happy?"
"I’m done."
"I’m leaving."
"No more lies, alright?"
"Whatever happens to your sister from now on—not my problem."
"Bye."
With that, Lin Yu sneered and turned to leave, his strides long and purposeful, as if he’d vanish into the darkness in just a few steps.
His back was resolute, but a faint smirk tugged at his lips.
He knew Xia Yueshan’s temper. There was no way the kid would just let him walk away. In five seconds, tops, he’d come running after him.
5!
4!
3!
2!
1!!!
...
0.
-1...
-2...
-3...
-4...
...
As he neared the corner, Lin Yu’s confidence wavered.
Damn it.
Maybe he’d overplayed his hand.
What now?
Turning back now would be way too humiliating.
Maybe he should let Xia Yueshan stew for a few days?
An idea popped into his head.
Given how protective Xia Yueshan was of his sister, he’d definitely come crawling back soon enough.
But…
If he left him hanging, would that twisted fate seize the opportunity to strike?
Lin Yu’s stomach twisted.
If Xia Muzhu got hurt because of his petty pride, he’d have no one to blame but himself.
In the blink of an eye, he reached the corner.
Lin Yu turned his head slightly, eyeing the broken gate of Xinyue Community in the distance.
With a quiet sigh, he relented.
Whatever.
So what if he lost face?
Xia Muzhu was more important.
Not just because she was the second female lead in that trashy comic, but because of the month and a half they’d spent together—day in, day out.
He couldn’t just stand by and let tragedy happen.
Taking a deep breath, he steeled himself.
Just as he was about to swallow his pride and shamelessly slink back—
"Lin Yu!"
"Wait!"
"Don’t go!"
The voice, still high-pitched with youth, rang out like a divine melody to Lin Yu’s ears.
He nearly teared up.
Don’t call me ‘bro.’
From now on, you’re the boss.
As Xia Yueshan called after him, Lin Yu kept his expression cold and continued marching toward the community gate.
"Wait!"
"Hold on!"
Finally, just as Lin Yu was about to step out of Xinyue Community, Xia Yueshan caught up, grinning sheepishly.
"Don’t be mad, Lin Yu. I was just joking!"
"Lin Yu?"
"Who’s ‘Lin Yu’?"
"Wasn’t I just some fraud?"
Lin Yu feigned confusion.
"No, no!"
Xia Yueshan laughed awkwardly, shaking his head.
"My Lin Yu could never be a fraud!"
"Lin Yu knows martial arts, reads faces, has a heart of gold—he’s literally the best guy in the world!"
Lin Yu snorted but didn’t push further. Instead, he took the out and spoke seriously.
"Xia Yueshan, I get it."
"After all this time with nothing happening, it’s normal for you to doubt me."
"And yeah, I can’t give you any proof that your sister’s in danger."
"But if you stop overthinking it and look at it another way, things make sense."
"Say I am lying. Say I’m a fraud. Then what’s my angle?"
"I’d have to be after something, right?"
"Money?"
"But all I’ve taken from your sister is three thousand yuan—and I haven’t touched a single cent. I even told you I’d give it to you once this was over, remember?"
Xia Yueshan nodded, guilt creeping in.
Lin Yu had been the one to tell him about the money.
From that angle, there was no way Lin Yu was after cash.
th】 【No prior gaming knowledge required】【The First Cultivation + Game Design Novel on the Platform】 In a world where the righteous path dominates and crushes the demonic sects, Lu Ze unlocks the "Son of the Demon Path" system. Killing righteous cultivators now grants him power-ups. Wait—deaths in illusions count too? As a former game designer, Lu Ze decides to give the cultivators of this world a little—no, a massive—shock... Sect Elders: "What is this 'Escape from the Demon Sect' game? Why have all our disciples abandoned cultivation to play it??" Elite Disciples: "You're saying... mastering 'Demon Slayer' can help us counter demonic schemes?" Reclusive Masters: "Why did I leave seclusion? Ask that backstabbing rat who ambushed me in 'Eternal Strife' yesterday!" Rogue Cultivators & Civilians: "'Immortal Abyss Action' is addictive! You can even earn spirit stones by loot-running..." Sect Prodigy: "My Dao heart is unshakable... except for that cursed black hammer." Royal Scions: "Can skins have stat boosts? I’ll pay 10,000 spirit stones for one!!" Sect Leader: "WHO IS CORRUPTING MY DISCIPLES?!!!"
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
] 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.
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.
