Chapter Excerpt
“So, can we just move past today? Don’t put too much pressure on yourself, Mengli. You only need to live for yourself.”
“Xiao Feng... you’re so kind...”
Shen Mengli nodded softly, as if agreeing with Ye Feng’s words.
“Alright, since you’re fine now, I can relax. But next time, please keep your phone ringer on, okay? Otherwise, I’ll really worry about you.”
“Mm, I understand.”
“Well then, I should start preparing dinner. Mengli, is there anything you’d like to eat?”
Ye Feng rolled up his sleeves and stood from the couch, heading toward the kitchen. But when Shen Mengli didn’t respond for a long while, he turned back, puzzled.
“Mengli?”
“Ah!”
Shen Mengli lifted her head, flustered, and waved her hands.
“I... I’m fine with anything. Just whatever’s easy.”
“Oh... alright then. Next time, let me know if you have a craving, okay?”
“Mm.”
As Ye Feng’s figure disappeared into the kitchen, Shen Mengli raised a hand to lightly touch her lips, as if savoring some lingering taste.
What I wanted to taste... I’ve already had. Anything else doesn’t matter now.
......
Thud.
“I’m home.”
Su Wanli, returning from work, kicked off his boots and loosened his tie, exhaustion weighing heavily on him.
“Father!”
The moment he switched to slippers, a sweet, cooing voice echoed from the staircase—instantly rejuvenating him.
“Ah, my daughter truly knows how to warm her old man’s heart. Such a sweet little cotton-padded jacket.”
The sound of hurried footsteps confirmed his hopes. Su Yuxin rushed down, her face eager as she skidded to a stop in front of him.
“Oh, careful, my dear! I know you’re excited to help your tired father, but don’t hurt yourself.”
Su Wanli grinned, extending his briefcase toward her.
“Fa... Father!”
But Su Yuxin ignored the briefcase, clasping her hands together earnestly.
“Tomorrow... can I go out and have fun for the day?”
“Hm? Fun? But Yuxin, you’ve always been so eager for your classes. Why the sudden change?”
Su Wanli was puzzled, though secretly pleased. At least his daughter wasn’t obsessing over that person—Ye Feng—for once.
“Aiya, Father, don’t ask so much! Just say yes or no!”
“Yes, of course! But it’s dangerous to go alone. Why don’t I take the day off too? Your mother and I can—”
Before he could finish, Su Yuxin bounced excitedly.
“Yay! Thank you, Father! But I won’t be alone—I’m going with Brother Ye Feng! So you don’t need to worry about me. It’s settled then! I’ll go pick out an outfit~”
With that, she scampered back upstairs, leaving Su Wanli frozen in the doorway, briefcase still outstretched.
He stood there, staring blankly at the empty staircase, as though he’d aged a decade in seconds.
“A... a nightmare. This must be a nightmare...”
......
“Xiao Feng... you’re really not mad at me?”
After dinner, Shen Mengli pouted at Ye Feng, who sat on the opposite end of the couch.
“Huh? Why would I be mad? Mengli, are you overthinking again?”
“Then why are you sitting so far away? You’re obviously keeping your distance on purpose.”
“That’s not it at all! I just don’t want another accident like today.”
“But this just means you don’t trust me...”
“Sigh... fine, fine, I’ll move closer.”
Ye Feng relented, shifting over. Immediately, Shen Mengli inched toward him, her movements slow but deliberate.
“Xiao Feng, I noticed you were on your phone earlier. Was something interesting happening?”
“Oh, that?”
Ye Feng saw no reason to hide it.
“I promised one of my students I’d take her out tomorrow. I was just checking for places we could go.”
“......”
Shen Mengli’s grip tightened slightly. Her imperfect body could never offer the same experiences as a healthy girl’s. The mental image of some unfamiliar girl clinging to Ye Feng’s arm twisted like a knife in her heart.
But Ye Feng, ever considerate, quickly added:
“Mengli, don’t worry. Once I have time, I’ll take you out too. Don’t let others’ opinions define you. You’re you—you don’t need to live by their standards.”
His reassurance soothed her unease, if only a little. Yet the fear remained. Ye Feng might stay by her side at home, but in the outside world? She could never truly keep him. And if someone else seized the chance to steal him away... how could she stop them?
“Mm, I’ll remember your words. Then... could you take me to the institute tomorrow? I’ll wait for you there.”
“Are you... sure?”
“It’s fine. But since you’re spending so much time with your student... could you spare a little more for me afterward?”
“Of course. The moment I’m done, I’ll come straight to you.”
Ye Feng’s tone was firm.
“Mm. Then I’ll rest easy.”
......
Somewhere on a remote island...
“Worthless... every last one of you!”
A lavishly dressed woman, her makeup flawless, hurled a wineglass to the floor. The men kneeling around her didn’t dare breathe too loudly.
“Weeks! And you can’t even capture one person?! Worse—your own base gets raided! The so-called ‘elites’ of this organization can’t even handle a single rogue tool?!”
The silence deepened. No one wanted to provoke the Mistress’s wrath.
“Speak! Have you all lost your tongues?! That trained mutt is rebelling—trying to kill its master! And you just cower here?!”
Heh... hehehehe...
~%?…;#’☆&℃$︿★? [Garbled text]
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
] 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.
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?"
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.”
