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!!!
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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.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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.”
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...
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
