"Big sister, I can't sleep~"
Wenwen walked over to Shen Mengli in a soft, childlike voice, her big eyes shining brightly in the darkness.
"Can't sleep? Why can't you sleep?"
Shen Mengli quickly composed herself, gently reaching out to pat Wenwen's head, her tone tender and soothing.
"Because I had a nightmare, so I couldn't sleep... That's why I wanted to come and sleep with you..."
"Is that so..."
Shen Mengli narrowed her eyes slightly at this and suddenly reached out to pull Wenwen into her arms.
"Wenwen, I'm afraid I can't sleep with you tonight. You're already a big girl now. In the orphanage, you're the 'Big Sister Wenwen' that all the other kids look up to."
"Mhm! I'm Big Sister Wenwen!"
Wenwen hugged Shen Mengli's arm and laughed innocently, clearly delighted by the title the other children gave her.
"I want to be as kind to the younger kids as you are to me~"
"That's wonderful. As Big Sister Wenwen, shouldn't you protect your younger siblings when they're in danger?"
"Yes! I'll protect them!"
Wenwen clenched her little fists, as if making a firm resolution.
"Wenwen, you're amazing~"
Shen Mengli's eyes were filled with reluctance as she gently patted Wenwen's head and pushed her away.
"Alright, since Wenwen has become such a responsible big sister, doesn't that mean you should try to sleep on your own tonight? I can't always be with you, after all."
"Mm... You're right, big sister..."
After listening carefully to Shen Mengli's words, Wenwen nodded thoughtfully. If her big sister said so, then she had to set a good example as Big Sister Wenwen.
"I understand. I'll try my best to overcome my fear on my own. Thank you, big sister~"
"Mhm, go to bed now, Wenwen. It's late, so make sure to cover yourself with the blanket, okay?"
Shen Mengli raised her weak hand, and if one looked closely, they could see it trembling faintly under the dim light of the hallway.
Wenwen, you must grow up to be a wonderful big sister. I'm sorry... I might not be here to see you grow up.
"Goodnight, big sister."
"Goodnight."
Watching the small figure disappear down the hallway, Shen Mengli's raised hand slowly fell back down.
Her crimson eyes gazed at the lit hallway, and memories of her time at the orphanage, from childhood to now, flashed through her mind.
"I'm sorry..."
Shen Mengli murmured softly. Just as she was about to push her wheelchair deeper into the garden, a rustling sound came from the bushes.
"Huh?"
Shen Mengli turned her head, focusing her attention on the depths of the garden.
Wh...what was that sound? A stray cat or a bird?
At this moment, Shen Mengli wasn't frightened by the sudden noise. For her, there was nothing left to fear.
Huff...
A cold breeze swept through the garden, causing the leaves and flowers to sway and rustle, just like before.
"So that's it... Are you saying goodbye to me too? How nice..."
Shen Mengli slowly pushed her wheelchair deeper into the garden. This garden had always been her favorite place. If it began here, then it should end here too.
It's like fallen leaves returning to their roots. Perhaps this is a kind of liberation for me.
After some effort, she managed to push her wheelchair up the slope beside the pavilion. Holding a teddy bear in one hand, she awkwardly shifted herself onto the bench of the pavilion.
"Hah..."
Barefoot, Shen Mengli leaned her back against the wooden pillar of the pavilion. With her other hand, she grabbed a craft knife from her wheelchair and then pushed the wheelchair away with all her strength.
"Finally... I'm no longer bound by you."
Shen Mengli looked at the wheelchair she had pushed away and suddenly laughed, but her laughter was filled with sorrow... and desolation...
Dressed in thin clothing, Shen Mengli sat on the bench, her slender, bare legs dangling down. From a distance, she looked like a dark flower blooming in the night.
Click
As the blade of the craft knife slid out, Shen Mengli raised the teddy bear in her left hand and gazed at it for a moment.
"I'm so sorry, Mr. Ye Feng. I might not be able to keep my promise to you... I've let you down..."
"Although our time together was short, for some reason, the moment I saw you, I thought you were such a strange man."
"It felt like a scene from a dream, appearing so suddenly... Now that I think about it, it really is unbelievable. Perhaps you... were the last bit of beauty in my life, like the fleeting song of cicadas in summer, brief yet unforgettable."
"Goodnight, Xiao Feng."
Just as Shen Mengli was about to bring the craft knife to her neck, the teddy bear in her hand slipped and fell.
"No!"
The moment she felt the teddy bear slip away, Shen Mengli panicked, dropping the craft knife onto the bench.
Under the dark clouds, she faintly saw the teddy bear rolling onto the ground of the pavilion. To retrieve it, she would have to crawl over.
The moment she saw the teddy bear, Shen Mengli seemed to lose all sense of reason. Without hesitation, she rolled off the bench, and despite the sharp pain from the fall, she used her hands to slowly crawl toward the teddy bear.
"Don't... don't leave me..."
In her distraught state, Shen Mengli didn't care about the dirt on her body or the cold, uncomfortable ground. Her only focus was the teddy bear lying on the ground.
As Shen Mengli got closer to the teddy bear, her small hand finally reached it.
The moment she grabbed it, she clutched it tightly to her chest, murmuring softly, "I've got you... I've got you... I won't lose you... never..."
At that moment, the moon emerged from behind the clouds. Its pale light illuminated the dim pavilion, and Shen Mengli was fully exposed under its glow.
Just as Shen Mengli crawled back to the bench and picked up the craft knife, a shadow appeared before her.
She felt something blocking the moonlight and looked up to see a figure wearing a phoenix mask standing in front of her.
"You... who are you..."

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

] [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?"