A nap turned into three hours of deep sleep. When Ye Chuan finally stirred awake, he felt as though he had been resting on an incredibly comfortable water pillow. Blinking his eyes open, he noticed a familiar white-haired girl sound asleep beside him, her arm still wrapped around him in a loose embrace.
Xiaoke?
"When did she even get in here?" Ye Chuan thought for a few seconds, vaguely recalling Lan Xiaoke barging in earlier, excitedly announcing that she had broken through in her cultivation and wanted him to know.
Now, Lan Xiaoke lay sprawled on her back, her chest rising and falling gently with each breath, the pillow beneath her trembling slightly.
"Time to wake up," Ye Chuan said, pinching her chubby, baby-soft cheek.
"Mmm? Did the game reset already?" Lan Xiaoke sleepily rubbed her belly before cracking her eyes open with a silly grin. "Hehe."
Then she rolled over and immediately dozed off again.
"Do ghosts even need sleep?" Ye Chuan sat cross-legged on the bed, propping his chin on his hand as he studied her sleeping face.
Her bangs were long, obscuring her expression. Truthfully, Xiaoke had always kept her eyes hidden behind that fringe, as if guarding some secret.
Ye Chuan reached out, tempted to brush her hair aside, but ultimately stopped himself. He wasn’t that curious—if Lan Xiaoke didn’t want others to see, he wouldn’t force it.
Better to focus on something else.
After idly kneading the pillow for a moment, Ye Chuan finally got up to wash up.
Once ready, he scooped up Lan Xiaoke with one arm, tucking her under his armpit as he carried her out of the room—still fast asleep, her limbs dangling limply in the air.
Not long after stepping out, the aroma of food hit him. He glanced toward the kitchen, where a figure stood by the stove.
A girl with a long ponytail, tied in an apron, was busy preparing breakfast. Sunlight streamed through the window, casting a golden outline around her, lending her an almost holy glow.
"Hum hum~ Hakimi north-south mung beans~ Ashiga ashi~" Luo Xi hummed a nonsensical tune as she stirred a pot of soup, completely oblivious to Ye Chuan and the unconscious Lan Xiaoke behind her.
Ye Chuan casually tossed Lan Xiaoke onto the nearby sofa, where she bounced a couple of times before letting out a confused groan.
"Why am I sleeping here?" she mumbled, blinking as she looked around, puzzled by her sudden relocation to the living room.
Hearing her voice, Luo Xi turned and finally noticed Ye Chuan.
"Morning, Chuan~"
"What’s the beauty cooking today?" Ye Chuan slid an arm around her waist, nuzzling her neck.
Hiss— Ninety-nine percent pure. Rare treasure.
"Ew, stop! I just got back from my morning jog, I’m sweaty," Luo Xi protested, swatting at his wandering hands.
"Even better."
"Ah! No groping! People are watching!"
Ye Chuan glanced back. Lan Xiaoke immediately shrank into the couch.
"I’m leaving! Pretend I was never here~"
The cowardly ghost floated away, only to peek back around the corner moments later.
"Ye Chuan, I reached the late Foundation Establishment stage last night! Broke through multiple levels in one go!"
"Uh-huh. And?"
Lan Xiaoke stroked her chin thoughtfully. "Could it be… I’m actually a cultivation genius?"
Despite barely practicing, her strength had skyrocketed.
She raised a hand triumphantly. "Applaud me."
Ye Chuan raised his hand too—only to pat her head. "Has nothing to do with you being a genius."
He had received rewards from the Heavenly Profound Continent’s settlement, and his tenants naturally benefited too.
In other words, even a pig could fly.
Lan Xiaoke was the piggiest of them all, but at least she was like a tiny sunflower—Ye Chuan didn’t expect much from her anyway. Keeping her around as a mascot was fine.
"By the way, where’s Qianshuang?" Ye Chuan frowned, sensing Bai Qianshuang’s absence.
She wasn’t the type to go out on her own.
"I asked her to buy some soy sauce. She should be back soon," Luo Xi replied before suddenly shaking her head playfully, her ponytail swaying. "Chuan, look how smooth my hair is now!"
Since starting cultivation, her hair had become silky soft.
"Not bad," Ye Chuan said, tugging her ponytail lightly.
Just then, the sound of the front door unlocking echoed through the apartment. Bai Qianshuang stepped in, holding a bag.
"Soy sauce. Purchased."
Noticing Ye Chuan and Lan Xiaoke were already up, she greeted them softly.
"Morning."
"Thanks, Qianshuang!" Luo Xi hurried over to take the bag. "Totally forgot Chuan’s place was out of soy sauce. Hehe."
"No trouble. I’m happy to help," Bai Qianshuang replied calmly.
Then, without changing expression, she added, "Also, I found a dog outside."
A dog?
Ye Chuan and Luo Xi exchanged glances. Had Bai Qianshuang picked up a stray?
Ye Chuan stepped outside—only to come face-to-face with a massive black dog the size of half a building, panting heavily, its hot, rancid breath nearly knocking him out.
Ye Chuan: "……"
He pointed at the beast, then turned back to Bai Qianshuang.
The girl nodded. "Big dog."
"That’s a monster?!"
Ye Chuan raised a fist, ready to strike, but Bai Qianshuang quickly intervened.
"Wait, Ye Chuan. It means no harm."
After a pause, she added, "Good dog."
Luo Xi craned her neck to stare at the seven- to eight-meter-tall beast. "How did you even bring it back?"
Though they’d encountered plenty of monsters lately, a giant black Shiba Inu this docile was a first.
"A rift appeared, and it walked out," Bai Qianshuang explained.
She had been about to attack, but the dog had immediately sat down and whined submissively.
"A non-aggressive monster? That’s rare," Ye Chuan mused, studying the creature.
Noticing his gaze, the dog happily licked its chops and leaned in to lick him.
"Whoa, hold on—!" Ye Chuan recoiled at the stench.
"Woof?" The dog tilted its head but obediently froze in place, though its sheer size had already sent nearby neighbors slamming their windows shut.
"It’s still a monster…" Ye Chuan started, only to notice Bai Qianshuang staring intently at him.
"Don’t tell me… you want to keep it?"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
