As Ye Feng was about to put the disinfectant tablet into his mouth, Shen Mengli leaned forward and grabbed his arm.
“No! Mr. Ye Feng, you can’t eat that!”
“Oh? So you’re saying you can eat this tablet, Miss Shen? Isn’t this supposed to be medicine for treating illnesses?”
Ye Feng clenched the tablet tightly in his hand, unmoved no matter how hard Shen Mengli tried to pry his fingers open.
“No... This medicine is specifically for certain symptoms. If you take it randomly, Mr. Ye Feng, it could...”
“How long are you going to keep hiding the truth?”
Ye Feng laid his cards on the table. He had sensed something unusual the moment Shen Mengli took out the white tablet, and he was glad he had arrived in time to prevent a disaster.
“Mr. Ye Feng, I don’t understand what you’re talking about.”
Seeing that Ye Feng wouldn’t let go, Shen Mengli withdrew her hand.
Ye Feng opened his palm and brought the tablet close to his nose, giving it a slight sniff. As a pungent odor wafted out, he realized that the so-called medicine Shen Mengli had mentioned was no cold remedy—it was clearly a disinfectant tablet. If ingested, it could at the very least cause discomfort, and at worst, pose a serious threat to one’s life.
“Miss Shen, are you still going to play dumb? You must have prepared this in advance, didn’t you?”
“......”
Shen Mengli showed no reaction to having her intentions exposed by Ye Feng, maintaining her calm and indifferent demeanor.
“Aren’t you going to explain yourself?”
Ye Feng tucked the disinfectant tablet into his pocket and slowly walked up to Shen Mengli, staring intently at her.
Feeling the weight of Ye Feng’s serious gaze, Shen Mengli turned her head away and tried to wheel her chair to leave, but Ye Feng stepped in front of her, blocking her path.
“Mr. Ye Feng, could you please stop trying to control my thoughts? What I choose to do is my own right.”
“Why are you doing this?”
“Mr. Ye Feng, please move aside. I don’t want to answer your questions.”
Shen Mengli lowered her head, her snow-white hair cascading down her pale cheeks. Though her tone remained unchanged, there was a hint of impatience in her voice.
“Miss Shen, could you calm down for a moment and listen to what I have to say...”
“Go away! I told you to go away!”
Shen Mengli suddenly shouted at Ye Feng, her face instantly changing. Her trembling crimson eyes and body reflected her unstable emotions.
“......”
Ye Feng furrowed his brows tightly. From Shen Mengli’s current state, it was clear she had willingly trapped herself in a dead end. Changing her mindset now would be no easy task.
“Don’t worry about me... Please... Just leave me alone...”
Realizing her emotions had gotten the better of her, Shen Mengli immediately pushed her chair to leave. But just as she and Ye Feng passed each other, she didn’t expect him to grab the back of her chair from behind.
“Mr. Ye Feng... Please let go...”
“Do you... hate your life right now?”
“Of course... Every day is torture for me. I wish I could end my life right now.”
“Then why haven’t you done it before?”
“Because I’m fed up with this life. To me, this isn’t living—it’s just existing as a burden to others every day.”
“But that’s not what you really think, is it?”
“Hmph... Does Mr. Ye Feng enjoy imposing his thoughts on others?”
Ye Feng didn’t bother to explain in the face of Shen Mengli’s retort. Instead, he turned her chair around and crouched down to meet her gaze.
“You actually love this place, don’t you?”
“This place? I lost my home long ago. How could I...”
“Whether it’s Wenwen, the director, or the other children at the institute, you care about them deeply, don’t you? In your heart, they’re like family, aren’t they? The reason you’ve been hesitating is because you don’t want to leave them, right?”
“Nonsense.”
“Then why are you still clutching that teddy bear in your hand?”
“......”
Ye Feng’s words struck a chord, leaving Shen Mengli with no room for rebuttal.
After all, she couldn’t very well say she hated the teddy bear Wenwen had given her.
Seeing that Shen Mengli’s resistance had softened, Ye Feng adopted a gentler tone. Through his interactions with the girls, he had learned some skills in comforting others.
In a calm and soothing voice, Ye Feng said, “Miss Shen, you need to understand that if you take such an extreme measure, how do you think Wenwen and the director would feel? By doing this, you’d only be transferring your pain onto them. Do you really want them to live with the same agony of losing someone they love?”
“No... That’s not what I want... I just don’t want to be a burden anymore...”
Shen Mengli shook her head, trying to explain her actions.
“If I were gone, the director wouldn’t have to work so hard, and Wenwen wouldn’t have to steal toys just to make me happy! I’m the problem...”
“The director works hard because she has you by her side. Wenwen steals toys because she cares about you. In their hearts, you’re already an irreplaceable part of their lives. Do you want them to become... the next you?”
“The next me...”
Shen Mengli froze in her chair, her gaze growing distant. Upon closer inspection, tears had already welled up in her eyes, streaming down her cheeks.
“I’m... sorry... I’m so sorry...”
Tears dripped one by one onto Shen Mengli’s black dress as she murmured apologies. Ye Feng didn’t stop her, simply standing by quietly, waiting for her negative emotions to gradually dissipate.
This child had been holding it in for far too long. It was time for her to let it all out.
As Shen Mengli’s sobs grew quieter, her emotions finally settled.
“Feeling better now?”
Ye Feng took a pack of tissues from his pocket, pulled one out, and handed it to Shen Mengli.
“Th... thank you...”
Shen Mengli took the tissue and first wiped the tears from the teddy bear and her dress.
The teddy bear was a gift from Wenwen, and the black dress was from the director, who was like a mother to her.
“They mean a lot to you, don’t they? That’s why you should cherish them even more.”
“Yes...”
] [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!"
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
] 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.
