After receiving the slow-cooked soup from Luo's mother, Ye Chuan stuffed the entire thermal soup container into his backpack—after all, anything placed inside would have its time paused, so there was no need to worry.
"Summer break is almost over. Any plans?" Luo's mother asked, bringing over a fruit platter.
"Haven't thought about it yet. Is Luo Xi planning to finish the rest of her studies?" Ye Chuan replied.
"Yes."
"Then I’ll probably stay with her for the remaining years," Ye Chuan said, pausing before adding with a smile, "After all, before my family passed away, they also hoped I’d attend a good school."
After a brief silence, Ye Chuan shook his head.
Materially, he lacked nothing now.
Luo's mother smiled without saying anything, watching him for a moment before speaking. "Then how about getting engaged after graduation?"
"Ah…"
"Don’t want to?"
"No, it’s just that we’d have to ask the great beauty Luo Xi first. I’m all for it," Ye Chuan chuckled. "Right, Mom?"
The word "Mom" made Luo's mother beam with joy. "Alright, I won’t see you out then."
"Got it. I’ll head back now."
As Ye Chuan came downstairs from Luo Xi’s place, Lan Xiaoke was idly spacing out on the first floor. Spotting him, she perked up and trotted over. "Ye Chuan, you’re back!"
"Yeah, let’s go home," he said.
"So early?"
"What else would we do? You still haven’t broken through to the Crystal Stage," Ye Chuan said, side-eyeing her. This girl really had no interest in cultivation.
"Of course I’ll reach the Crystal Stage!" Lan Xiaoke declared, throwing a few mock punches into the air. "Hah, hah! I’m already a Crystal Stage powerhouse!"
"Oww!" Before she could finish, a swift chop landed on her head.
"Since you don’t want to go home yet, I’ll take you somewhere else to play," Ye Chuan said. "I’ll let you choose."
"Really?"
"Yeah."
"Yay!"
……
……
"This is where you wanted to go?" Ye Chuan stared at the neon sign of the arcade.
[Bobo Arcade World]
"Mm-hmm!" Lan Xiaoke clung to his arm, nodding vigorously.
Pushing open the glass door, they were immediately engulfed by a deafening wave of noise—high-pitched electronic sound effects, the crisp clatter of joysticks, the rhythmic swish of basketballs sinking into hoops—all blending into a chaotic symphony.
"Wow!" Lan Xiaoke’s eyes sparkled with excitement.
Ye Chuan, meanwhile, scanned the surroundings. Neon signs overhead flickered in shifting colors, casting blue-purple hues over rows of arcade machines. On the screens, digital characters battled under players’ commands, while the fighting game section drew the densest crowd, joysticks creaking under aggressive maneuvers and buttons hammered like rapid drumbeats.
It was surprisingly lively. Ye Chuan had assumed home consoles would’ve made arcades obsolete, but the bustling scene before him suggested otherwise.
And why were those rhythm game players so perfectly synchronized?
Could they pilot mechs with that coordination?
Snapping out of his thoughts, Ye Chuan noticed the weight on his arm was gone. He glanced sideways to find Lan Xiaoke plastered against a claw machine’s glass, eyes gleaming at the plush toys inside.
The fluffy stuffed animals looked especially adorable under the lights.
"Xiaoke, you want to try the claw machine?"
"Yeah!" She bounced in place, barely containing her eagerness. "Ye Chuan, Ye Chuan, I wanna play!"
"To play, you need tokens first, right?" Ye Chuan looked around and spotted the token dispenser.
"Let’s see… 100 yuan for 200 tokens."
"I’ll do it!" Lan Xiaoke whipped out her phone, scanned the QR code, and—beep!—instantly bought 500 yuan worth.
She grabbed a plastic token tray, and with a cheerful jingle, the machine began spilling coins until the basket overflowed.
"Wow~" Lan Xiaoke leaned in, mesmerized.
"Hehe." She handed half to Ye Chuan. "Here’s your share!"
"I’m not really into this…" Before he could finish, Lan Xiaoke had already scampered back to the claw machine.
Ye Chuan sighed but followed.
"Three tokens per try." Lan Xiaoke fed coins into the slot and maneuvered the claw toward a Pikachu plush. But after three or four attempts, the toy kept slipping free from the shaky grip.
"Hmm." She stared blankly. "No fair… why’s it so hard?"
"Not surprising. These machines adjust their grip strength internally. Only every few tries does it actually hold tight."
"Really?" She tried several more times but still came up empty.
"Ugh."
Seeing her pout, Ye Chuan stepped in. "Let me try."
He inserted a token, eyed the claw, and zeroed in on the Pikachu. The claw clamped onto its head—then, with a surge of spiritual energy, Ye Chuan forced the loose mechanism to lock tight.
Thud!
The plush dropped into the chute.
"Yay!" Lan Xiaoke scooped it up, beaming. "Ye Chuan! You’re amazing!"
"Just decent," he said. "But these toys aren’t worth much anyway."
Lan Xiaoke hugged the plush, her expression nostalgic. "It’s fine… Back when I was poor, I’d just watch others play. I always wanted to try, but I was scared of wasting money if I failed." She grinned sheepishly.
Watching her cradle the toy, Ye Chuan tilted his head slightly, smiling faintly.
"Is that so?"
"Oh! And I’m super good at King of Fighters!"
"Sure, I’ll play a few rounds with you."
"Don’t cry when I beat you!"
"Heh."
……
Ten minutes later, Lan Xiaoke was getting demolished, scrambling to recover the joystick.
"No way, no way!"
"Yes way."
"No!" She was frantic after losing every round. "My secret combo didn’t work on you!"
"Your reactions are too slow," Ye Chuan said. With his heightened perception, he could predict her every move.
"Not fair! I wanna win just once!"
By evening, they still hadn’t exhausted the 500-yuan stash, no matter how hard they played.
But Lan Xiaoke, swinging a bag of seven or eight plushies and clinging to Ye Chuan’s arm, hummed cheerfully. "Hmph~"
"Ye Chuan, can we come again next time?"
"You could just come by yourself. Bring Qian Shuang."
"I…" She tightened her grip on his arm. "Just the two of us. That’s what I want…"
Ye Chuan glanced over and saw her head lowered, her expression hidden.
"I’ll think about it," he said, looking away.
"Hehe, so that’s a yes! Ye Chuan, you’re the best."
"Only if you break through to the Crystal Stage tonight."
"Ugh."
] [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!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?!
