Eriri looked at her father with a bewildered expression. She couldn't remember there being any other rich young ladies besides herself at the private Toyogasaki Academy she attended.
Wasn't that just an ordinary school for commoners?
If you don't understand, just ask.
"Dad, did you remember wrong? I don't remember any famous young ladies at Toyogasaki, and we definitely don't have a female classmate with the surname Shinomiya in our class."
Eriri was quite confident in her current memory. After all, she had already stepped into the second realm of an immortal cultivator.
However, her words made both Old Man Spencer and Sayuri look at her with strange expressions.
"What's wrong? Did I say something incorrect just now?"
Eriri looked back at her parents with equal suspicion, and then she saw her mother step forward to touch her forehead, looking deeply concerned about her.
"Mom! What on earth is going on?"
Eriri was getting anxious. It had been a long time since she had experienced being looked at like an idiot by her parents.
Upon hearing this, Sayuri spoke up, "Eriri, since when did you attend this private Toyogasaki Academy? Isn't the school you attend Shuchiin Academy?"
"Huh? Where is Shuchiin Academy? Do we even have this high school in Japan?"
Eriri was even more dumbfounded.
And her words made Sayuri look at her with a face full of worry.
"Eriri, could it be that you cultivated too hard and all your memories got mixed up? You have been attending Shuchiin ever since elementary school, have you forgotten?"
"So whose memories are actually messed up here!?"
Eriri looked at her parents, feeling somewhat on the verge of a breakdown.
Then, she stomped straight back to her room, ready to find her school uniform and show her parents whose memories were really wrong.
However, when she returned to her room and opened her wardrobe, she found that her Toyogasaki uniform was nowhere to be found. Instead, she found several sets of somewhat plain-looking girls' uniforms, primarily black with white accents.
"So weird! So weird!! So incredibly weird!!!"
Eriri stared at the uniforms in front of her, and then suddenly had a flash of inspiration.
"I get it! Mom and Dad have teamed up to play a prank on me, haven't they!"
"Honestly, I was almost fooled by them."
Eriri muttered to herself, having already written off all of this as her parents' trick to prank her.
However, just as she was about to leave the room, her eyes suddenly caught a glimpse of a photo placed on her desk.
It was a group photo taken with her classmates when she graduated from middle school. But right now, everyone in that photo was completely unfamiliar to her, and the uniforms they wore and the background behind them had also completely changed.
"This... did they really go into such detailed lengths just to prank me?"
Eriri's voice began to tremble involuntarily.
She used her spiritual sense to scan her room again, only to find that the room she had been so familiar with just last night had now somehow become much more unfamiliar.
And right at that moment, a sudden sharp pain pierced her head, and a wave of unfamiliar memories rushed directly into her brain.
Elementary school, enrolling in the Shuchiin Elementary Division. Because she was surrounded by the children of the wealthy and powerful, she didn't dare to expose her identity as an otaku who loved anime culture at school. She spent her entire elementary school life with an ordinary identity and ordinary grades.
She never met Tomoya, nor did she suffer any bullying. She simply advanced to Shuchiin Middle School in an incredibly ordinary manner.
In the memories that followed, there were absolutely no familiar people or things. Surrounding her were a group of classmates who fancied themselves as the future elites of Japan. There were no fellow enthusiasts, and no one bullied her; instead, because she was of mixed race, she even received confessions from quite a few classmates.
Finally, she advanced to the Shuchiin High School Division, spent another ordinary year, until just now, when she woke up and prepared to go to Shuchiin for school.
Eriri looked at these memories that felt as if they had always belonged to her, and then recalled her original memories. She only felt like her head was going to explode. Her original memories were being frantically devoured as if they had encountered an unknown monster.
"No! No!! No!!!"
"It's not like this!"
"Whether it's Tomoya, or the doujinshi I love, these are all things I've experienced! They are my memories!"
"Even if the current Tomoya is very annoying! And drawing doujinshi is shameful! But I love it the most! I love drawing doujinshi the most! How could I possibly forget!"
"I am Eriri of Toyogasaki! I am the Eriri with the identity of Kashiwagi Eri! I am not some Eriri from Shuchiin!"
"If I forget all of this, I will definitely be laughed at by Xiaoxiao!"
Eriri desperately tried to remember her true memories, and this made her little head hurt even more.
And at this moment, she finally thought of the keyword.
"That's right! Xiaoxiao! The chat group!"
So she didn't hesitate to open the chat group and sent a message.
[Kashiwagi Eri: Help!]
However, right after she sent the message, she suddenly realized that her head no longer hurt, and she also noticed that a heated discussion was currently taking place in the chat group.
[Sect Leader of Yunlan: To want to change the cognition of people in an entire world overnight, and to implant a new set of memories into everyone in this world to overwrite their original memories, is truly terrifying. Even a Dou Di wouldn't be able to do such a thing, right?]
[Stumbled Into High-Tier Lobby: Not necessarily. If a Dou Di ascends to the Great Thousand World and converts the Dou Qi in their body into spiritual energy, they might be able to directly modify the cognition of people on an entire planet. Don't underestimate the Dou Di of your world.]
[God of Angels: Incredible, this kind of thing completely subverts my understanding.]
[Stumbled Into High-Tier Lobby: @God of Angels, you guy, you've been in the chat group for so long, can't you broaden your horizons a bit?]
[The Empire's Strongest Female General: This kind of thing is indeed incredible, but @Stumbled Into High-Tier Lobby, aren't you getting a bit carried away?]
[Dual Cultivator of Buddha and Dao: So scary...]
[Emperor Through the Ages: Everyone, the most important thing right now is to first discuss how to help Rikka get through her current predicament.]
[Mortal Body Rivaling Gods: That's right.]
[Mortal Body Rivaling Gods: @Wielder of the Tyrant's Eye of Truth, you did the right thing. In my opinion, this kind of ability that can cover the globe is very likely a one-time thing, similar to the spells in Chen's world. There is always a time limit. Before this time limit passes, it's safest for your sister not to be in that world.]
[Mortal Body Rivaling Gods: So my suggestion is that you temporarily refrain from taking your sister out of the red envelope. Just keep it like this until you feel the time limit has passed, and then let your sister out.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: What are you guys talking about?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: That's right! Something extremely terrifying just happened in my world. It's as if the memories of everyone in the whole world have been altered by someone.]
[Kashiwagi Eri: An unfamiliar memory also appeared in my mind, trying to replace my real memories. Fortunately, this feeling disappeared after I entered the chat group.]
[Stumbled Into High-Tier Lobby: @Kashiwagi Eri, are you serious?]
[Kashiwagi Eri: Is something wrong?]
[Stumbled Into High-Tier Lobby: Scroll up and check the chat history.]
Seeing this, Eriri felt a bit puzzled but scrolled up the chat. To her sheer horror, she discovered that half an hour ago, Takanashi Rikka had stuffed her own older sister into a red envelope and pleaded for help in the group, describing a situation exactly identical to the one she was currently experiencing.
[Kashiwagi Eri: ...]
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.”
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
