"I feel like that legendary glowing red-tier item is right before my eyes."
Returning from the laboratory, Ye Chuan slipped back into the classroom during lunch break. Plopping into his seat, he began piecing together the clues he'd gathered.
The academy was conducting some kind of immortality experiment—and it had succeeded.
[Growth]
[Eternal Life]
Immortality!
That stone plaque at the school gate had been hinting at it all along. When Ye Chuan first saw it, he'd assumed "Growth" simply represented the academy nurturing students.
Turns out you had to read it backward.
"So the remaining mysteries are why the immortality experiment makes people increasingly... strange, and what exactly the test subject is, right?"
"Hmm..." Ye Chuan tilted his head, staring fixedly at the teacher lecturing at the podium.
The teacher grew visibly unsettled under his gaze, clearly unnerved yet clueless about why Ye Chuan was watching him so intently.
Why would immortality make people strange?
Ye Chuan couldn't figure it out, but one thing was obvious—the teacher had already turned into a monster. Was "strangeness" the price of immortality? Becoming a freakish abomination?
Was that it?
Something still felt off, though the answer seemed tantalizingly close.
As for the test subject...
"Could the test subject mentioned in the logs actually be my sister?" The possibility crossed Ye Chuan's mind, though he couldn't be sure—the subject could be any of those monsters.
Wait. If there was one thing that made his sister unique...
His gaze drifted to the eerily expressionless, doll-like students before snapping back into focus.
"Right. If these are what students of the Silent Ones Academy are supposed to look like, then my sister standing out like a normal person is suspicious. And even though she's not a teacher, she's still a monster."
His sister was special.
She seemed to know far too much, and even the headmaster left her alone.
"If that's the case, she's my only lead this afternoon." Having a clear objective steadied him—no more fumbling in the dark.
No need to rush now.
A target was good.
As Ye Chuan calmly waited for school to end so he could confront his sister, the barrage of floating comments grew increasingly frenzied, their numbers swelling—
[Wait, he found logs in the lab? Wasn’t it supposed to be the headmaster’s key?]
[This route’s diverging. Is he actually gonna clear this with high marks?]
[Yo, anyone else wondering where he got that weapon? Banned items! Since when are missiles allowed?!]
[Maybe a rare innate trait for carrying gear? Unlikely, but possible.]
[No shot at high marks. Not with [that thing] in the basement—impossible to clear.]
[True. [Silent Ones Academy] is a special case. Surviving seven days is the only way.]
......
Afternoon classes ended.
Ye Chuan packed up leisurely, lingering at his desk until a voice called from the doorway: "Brother~"
He turned to see his white-haired sister standing there.
Relief washed over her doll-like face when she noticed Ye Chuan still in the classroom. She patted her modest chest. "You didn’t break your promise, Brother~"
"Yeah." Ye Chuan walked over and ruffled her hair.
Soft, yet unnervingly slick with mucus.
He ignored the odd texture, smiling at her adorable demeanor. "Let’s go home."
"Okay!" She immediately clung to his arm.
The sensation gave him pause.
...Are those Lai Lai real? Or just clusters of eyeball-studded flesh?
"Brother?" She blinked at his hesitation.
"Never mind."
At the school gate, Ye Chuan glanced once more at the crimson-inscribed stone plaque. The characters for [Growth] now felt bitterly ironic—this was supposed to be a place of nurturing.
The streets were deserted except for a lone bus parked at the stop, as if waiting for him to board before springing to life.
"Can we skip the bus today?" The question caught his sister off guard.
"Brother?"
"It’s not far. Let’s walk?" He kept his tone light.
"Walk...?" Her hesitation was palpable.
"Just this once?"
"...Fine. But no detours!"
"Deal."
Her smile returned, radiant. "Then let’s go."
Evening sunlight draped over them as they walked, warm yet eerie in the lifeless streets.
His sister nuzzled against his arm like any affectionate girl, but her grip felt desperate—clinging to borrowed warmth.
"Hey."
"Hmm?"
"You’re a monster, aren’t you?"
Her entire body stiffened. The look she gave him was almost grotesque before she forced a laugh. "Brother, what nonsense is this?"
"Brother~ Is this a joke?"
Ye Chuan pressed on. "You’ve noticed, right? My awareness is... different. That’s why—"
"Stop!" She clutched her chest, voice breaking. "Don’t say it! I’m not a monster!"
"Brother... Let’s just go home. Please? I’m your sister."
"What’s my name?" Ye Chuan asked.
"You’re Brother."
"I don’t know yours either." His voice stayed calm. "We’re both playing roles here. I’m just acting as your brother."
Her face froze. In Ye Chuan’s eyes, she remained unchanged—but to an outsider, she’d have morphed into a five-meter-tall monstrosity of pulsating flesh, countless eyes quivering, tentacles writhing violently.
The surroundings darkened, bathed in blood-red haze.
"Brother..."
"But this doesn’t feel bad." His quiet admission halted her transformation.
"Brother?" Confusion laced her voice.
"Let me explain." He rubbed his temples, as if wrestling with memories.
"I... had a family once. Parents, a sister. They died in an accident."
"Having a cute sister like you now... it’s nice."
A pause.
"My point is—"
"Even if you’re a monster, it’s fine."
"Real or fake, you’re my adorable sister. That’s enough, isn’t it?"
He extended his hand, smiling.
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
