Life is like sailing against the current—if you can't resist it, you might as well learn to enjoy it.
Ye Chen's maturity was almost heartbreaking.
Though reality fell short of his expectations, he swallowed the bitterness of shattered illusions and managed to laugh brightly.
So now that he was living the good life, how could he forget his brothers?
Without hesitation, before Chen Yi could even make arrangements, Ye Chen took the initiative to volunteer—to drag his dearest friend, his sworn brother Zhu Wujie, formerly ranked 29th as 'GodlyGGExplosion,' down into the abyss with him... or rather, to lend him a helping hand!
Like a virus multiplying and spreading, the infection began.
At first, there was only Han Qianxue as the "ghost."
Then, after infecting Shen Lingxi, they worked together to bring salvation to Ye Chen...
One became two, two became three, three became six...
Out of the thirty group members, most were trapped in dire straits and couldn't resist the lifeline Chen Yi extended.
None of them knew him, had no idea who he was or where he came from, but just his presence alone exuded an overwhelming sense of security!
Well, to be fair, they didn’t really have a choice. If they didn’t sign the Soul Contract he offered, they’d be doomed to forever drown in the illusions conjured by their own souls—seemingly alive, but effectively dead.
So rather than dying in ignorance, why not live with clarity?
A contract binding their souls?
"I'll sign!"
"Me too!"
"Wait, Sister Lingxi signed too? Then count me in!"
"Same here!"
"..."
"I refuse!"
The infection spread smoothly, but as the process neared its end, with only the six toughest nuts left to crack, opposition arose against Chen Yi, the so-called "Terminator."
"I’ve lived my life wild and free—who are you to tell me what to do?"
Yao Suansheng, formerly ranked 6th as 'Primordial Heaven’s Brush,' stood firm with unyielding pride, righteously refusing to sign the soul-binding contract.
"Being trapped here is my own fault. Don’t think that just because you can save me, you can do whatever you want. I’ll bear the consequences of my own actions. If you expect me to bow and scrape, forget it!"
Unlike the others, he had his own ideas—and as everyone knows, people with too many ideas tend to fixate on them, stubbornly convinced that they alone are awake while the rest of the world slumbers.
Take a drowning man, for example. When a lifeline is thrown his way, a normal person would grab it without a second thought—if it saves him, great; if not, well, at least he tried. Things couldn’t get worse anyway.
But an abnormal person, even at death’s door, would still suspect treachery. A lifeline? More like a hidden trap—another way to finish him off!
"I’d rather drown than take your hand!"
That was Yao Suansheng’s mindset. He believed he was merely swimming, still far from drowning. Was there really no chance he could reach the shore on his own?
The mysterious stranger’s lifeline burned too hot, and human hearts were too cold—he didn’t dare touch it...
"Just sign it and stop wasting my time!"
Chen Yi prided himself on being a good employer, one who valued talent and treated them with respect.
But if someone refused to listen to reason, he wasn’t above using force.
Forced fruit isn’t sweet?
At least it quenches your thirst first!
"No, no, no—you can’t do this! Absolutely not! Stop—!"
Yao Suansheng’s soul wailed in despair as an overwhelming will suppressed his consciousness. He was being controlled!
Helpless, he could only watch as his own hand pressed his soul’s imprint onto the contract.
[Ding! Crosser detected. The Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group invites you to join.]
[Invitation accepted.]
Yao Suansheng: ???
Wait, did I agree to this?
Hold on—
A chat group?!
An actual chat group?!
This mysterious man... could he be the mastermind behind the other splinter group?!
Let me see...
Whoa!
You guys are all here?!
Seeing the lively chatter in the group, Yao Suansheng suddenly felt like an idiot.
If he’d known everyone else had already surrendered, why had he held out?
And for what? A beating he didn’t even need to take...
[Multiverse Crossers' Mutual Aid Chat Group – Branch 108]
[Group Owner has invited ‘Primordial Heaven’s Brush’ to join the group.]
[Runner-Up in Cultivation (Chen Bo): Who’s this newcomer?! (Auto-reply)]
[Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Newbie, post a selfie! (Auto-reply)]
[Heaven-Treading Ancestor (Xu Jinghong): Hahaha! I knew it—this guy’s the most stubborn. Bet he got his ass kicked!]
[Divine Tourist (Ji Fenxing): Never thought Heaven’s Brush would be the last holdout. Gotta say, Old Murong surrendering so fast was unexpected!]
[Murong Dugu (Murong Dugu): Thanks for the tag. I’m stubborn, not stupid!]
[Down-and-Out City Lord (Su Le): So... you’re saying Old Six is stupid?]
[Ink Spirit (Mo Qian): Hahaha—cough—]
[Murong Dugu (Murong Dugu): Let me reiterate—he’s Old Seven now. I’ve reclaimed my spot as Old Six!]
[Cycle of Heaven’s Dao (Yu Zian): A scholar must have his dignity. I get you, Heaven’s Brush. I got beat up too!]
[Primordial Heaven’s Brush (Yao Suansheng): ......]
[Hard to Say Goodbye (Pei Yanqiu): Gotta admit, that bastard Trash Fish ruined the old group. This new one feels way fresher!]
[Top Critic (Jiang Yue): So many newbies here. It’s been ages since I mentored anyone. Since we’re all in this together—who needs help?]
The old-timers barged in with overwhelming momentum, outnumbering and outclassing the original Branch 108 members.
Logically, these veterans were the real newcomers, yet they made the established members look like rookies.
"No wonder the boss told us to stay sharp—this is gonna be a brutal fight!"
"Chen Bo, we’re part of the founding trio. Zhou Zheng’s too busy to chat, so we can’t afford to embarrass ourselves!"
Inside the Illusory Star Cave, Chen Bo and Adolf Anlan exchanged smirks before diving in to steer the conversation.
[Runner-Up in Cultivation (Chen Bo): Shut it, all of you!]
[Unemployed God of Light (Adolf Anlan): Damn it! Did none of you old farts read the group rules? Seniority here is based on join date, not power rankings. So you lot better call us ‘seniors’!]
With level suppression rendered useless, even a mere Unity Realm cultivator could point at a Celestial Immortal and curse them out.
Under Chen Bo and Adolf Anlan’s lead, the other active veterans of Branch 108 seized the moment, joining the fray in full force.
Aside from Fang Zheng, Gu Yuan, Zhou Zheng, and Xiao Chunan—who were all too busy—the remaining eleven veterans, including Qin Sheng and Liu Bo (now interns in the Celestial Court), threw themselves into the chaos.
In one of the factions, the group leader Cai Yu was absent, and Xu Jinghong also refrained from participating in this great battle due to his complicated affiliations.
Thus, this clash between old and new members of the 108-strong group became a showdown of twenty-eight against eleven!
Both the veteran and rookie members unanimously agreed—the advantage was theirs!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
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?
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
