Seeing Luo Xi’s adorable demeanor, Ye Chuan couldn’t help but break into an amused smile. “Ohoho, Luo Xi, you beauty, when did you secretly take so many photos of me?”
It was clear she had planned this for a long time.
Luo Xi, like a shy ostrich, buried herself over the photos, refusing to budge. Though her expression was hidden, her flushed ears betrayed her emotions.
Ye Chuan found her reaction endlessly entertaining. He reached out and lightly poked her waist, causing her to shiver and let out a playful squeal.
“Eek! Chuan, you’re so mean!”
Seizing the opportunity, Ye Chuan snatched the photo album away. As Luo Xi protested with an “Aiya!”, he flopped onto his back and began flipping through the pictures.
Admittedly, Luo Xi had put a lot of thought into this. Some photos were even candid shots where both of them appeared—like her posing for a selfie while Ye Chuan happened to be in the background, absorbed in something else.
These tiny snapshots captured all the unspoken feelings of a girl’s youthful heart.
After all, Ye Chuan had never been fond of taking photos, yet Luo Xi had somehow managed to create dozens of “couple shots” this way.
“Hmph, so what if you found out?” Luo Xi muttered, her delicate face still tinged with pink.
“Seems like you’ve been taking advantage of me for a long time, huh?” Ye Chuan finally understood why Luo Xi had always been so comfortable around him—she’d been using their close relationship as an excuse to get closer.
Tsk tsk.
“Hmph, no more looking!” Noticing Ye Chuan’s teasing gaze, Luo Xi immediately hugged the album tightly to her chest, even squishing her soft curves in the process.
Watching her, Ye Chuan smirked and asked bluntly, “Then why haven’t you confessed?”
“It’s not that easy, okay?” Luo Xi wasn’t like Ye Chuan, who could just casually date girls for free meals—what a playboy.
Yes, a playboy!
She had to keep him in check now.
Luo Xi was pure-hearted, her eyes only on Ye Chuan. She’d never been with anyone else.
Seeing the girl burrow into the blankets like a spring roll, Ye Chuan chuckled and poked her cheek. In response, Luo Xi rolled over, facing the wall in a sulk.
Thanks to the album, she felt completely exposed—like Ye Chuan had seen right through her.
“I’m going to sleep,” Luo Xi grumbled, her voice muffled.
Ye Chuan lay down beside her, pulling her close. His arm wrapped around her waist, his hand resting where it naturally belonged.
“My parents are right outside… Not now. Let’s find a hotel or wait till we’re alone…” Luo Xi’s voice wavered slightly.
“Did I say anything?” Ye Chuan laughed.
“Jerk!” Luo Xi turned and bit his arm lightly.
……
Late into the night, Luo Xi fell asleep curled up in Ye Chuan’s arms, her breathing steady. One smooth, bare leg draped over his thigh.
With one arm around her waist, Ye Chuan held his phone in the other hand, scrolling through notifications.
Just past midnight, 20,000 yuan had been deposited into his account.
Compared to the million Qiao Xin had transferred, Ye Chuan preferred waking up to steady income like this—especially since the amount would grow as his tenants increased and their favorability rose.
Nothing beat the life of a landlord.
Since he was staying at Luo Xi’s place tonight, Ye Chuan checked the logs for Bai Qianshuang and Lan Xiaoke.
[Bai Qianshuang is watching TV with Lan Xiaoke.]
[Bai Qianshuang is watching a movie with Lan Xiaoke.]
[Bai Qianshuang is hungry and attacking snacks.]
[Lan Xiaoke is hungry and scratching her head.]
……
Seeing the two chibi-like figures getting along peacefully, Ye Chuan was about to exit the log when Lilith’s avatar caught his attention.
Curious, he wondered what Lilith was doing inside the jade pendant.
In the log, Lilith appeared as a translucent spirit, her activities limited—either sleeping or observing her surroundings.
If she ever got a new body, she’d probably be a lot more active.
Returning to the main screen, Ye Chuan noticed it was time for the daily adventure refresh.
Since his one-time run in the Ghost Dorm hadn’t ended yet (either by clearing or dying), he raised his phone.
“Adventure, activate!”
……
When he opened his eyes again, the warm, fragrant Luo Xi in his arms was gone—replaced by a cold metal bunk and pale white walls.
Should’ve cuddled her a bit longer before leaving.
But he could always resume later—time wouldn’t pass in the real world.
[Room 444]—the same familiar doorplate.
Yawning, Ye Chuan climbed out of bed.
Time to hunt—gather spirit essence to raise his little loli.
It was now the second day in Ghost Dorm, and since it was daytime, no new ghosts should spawn yet.
Sounds of conversation drifted from the hallway as survivors cautiously emerged to exchange information.
Ye Chuan stepped out too. The west wing had the most survivors—thanks to him clearing out all the wandering spirits earlier, no one here had died.
Dozens of people discussed last night’s horrors. Some broke down sobbing upon realizing ghosts were real, while others strategized escape plans.
Soon, groups began forming—strength in numbers, after all.
A faction of about twenty people gathered in the west wing, recruiting in their chat. Their leader was a muscular guy named Xu Jiahao.
“Hey, you wanna join us?” Xu Jiahao called out, noticing Ye Chuan standing calmly to the side.
He’d sensed Ye Chuan’s composure—anyone who stayed this calm after last night’s ordeal was worth teaming up with.
Might even know something about this dungeon.
Ye Chuan hadn’t expected to be approached. He shook his head, showing little interest.
Xu Jiahao didn’t press further, simply leading his group to scout other floors for intel.
As Ye Chuan turned to leave, a timid voice spoke up beside him.
“U-um, hello?”
Glancing back, he saw a petite girl with a bob cut, dressed in the academy uniform, shrinking slightly under his gaze.
“What’s up?” Ye Chuan asked.
“Last night… I saw you kill those ghosts,” she whispered.
She’d peeked through her door after hearing the spirits’ screams—and witnessed Ye Chuan cutting them down.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
