"Creak..."
The sound of a wooden door groaning jolted Shen Mengli awake. The moment she opened her eyes, a pair of icy blue eyes, turbulent like raging waves, bore into her. The hostility in that gaze made her feel as if an invisible hand had clenched around her heart, stealing her breath.
No matter how desperately she shook Ye Feng in front of her, there was no response—until a warm, sticky sensation seeped into her fingers, making her tremble. The warmth felt like thick paint coating her skin, and the metallic tang of rust filled her nostrils as it soaked into the sheets.
This... this is...
Shen Mengli stared in shock at her hands, now drenched in the "paint." Only under the faint glow from the window did she realize the truth.
"Blood? Xiao Feng's... Xiao Feng's blood?"
"Giggle, giggle~"
The shadow looming over her burst into laughter—a crazed, hollow sound, as if whatever heart it once had had been devoured, leaving only a puppet following a script.
"No... I won’t let you have him... He’s mine, mine alone!"
As the shadow spoke, a bloodstained blade materialized in its grip. A flash of crimson light, and the knife lunged straight for Shen Mengli’s heart.
Just before the blade could pierce her flawless skin, the shadow dissolved into wispy black smoke, vanishing into nothingness...
"Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli jolted awake, her eyes snapping open to reality. Beside her, Ye Feng wore an awkward expression, caught mid-motion as he prepared to leave the bed and pack for their upcoming trip. He hadn’t expected her to wake just then.
"Sorry, Mengli. Did I wake you?"
Seeing her crimson eyes brimming with tears, Ye Feng frowned in confusion.
Sure, I disturbed her rest, but crying? And why is she staring at me like that? Better apologize again.
"Sorry, Mengli, I—"
"Waaah!"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli flung herself into his arms, sobbing uncontrollably. Her cries and hiccups echoed through the room.
"No... don’t... Xiao Feng, don’t!"
"Eh? Wha—?!"
Ye Feng looked down at her tear-streaked face, utterly bewildered. The way she spoke made it sound like he’d done something terrible.
"Mengli, hold on—I’m lost. What’s going on—?"
"Please... Xiao Feng... don’t die... don’t die!"
"......"
Don’t die? What’s that supposed to mean? She’s adorable, but is she cursing me now?
"Mengli, there’s gotta be a misunderstanding. I’m perfectly fine—why would I die—?"
"No, it’s not like that!"
Shen Mengli’s voice cracked as she shouted.
"I saw it... I saw..."
Mid-sentence, her body stiffened, as if struck by a sudden realization, and she fell silent.
"What did you see, Mengli?"
She sniffled, lifting her head to study Ye Feng’s unharmed form before exhaling in relief.
"I saw... a ghostly face..."
"A ghostly face? Mengli, did you have a nightmare?"
"Y-yes... a nightmare."
She wiped the lingering tears from her eyes with delicate fingers, though occasional hiccups still escaped.
As she collected herself, she realized: telling Ye Feng about the visions from her hallucination might not convince him. Worse, she didn’t even understand why these dreams were happening. Whether it was the first vision of the four gathered or this second attack by the shadow, everything felt hyper-real, immersive—yet undeniably dreamlike. Maybe it was a side effect of that pill? Designed to torment her mind?
"Sorry, Xiao Feng... I don’t know why I had such a nightmare. Did I disturb you?"
Her voice softened into a whisper as she steadied herself, guilt creeping in as she noticed his shirt dampened by her tears.
"Sorry for wetting your clothes..."
Ye Feng’s expression remained stern, and for a moment, Shen Mengli braced for a scolding. But then—a large hand settled gently atop her head. She looked up to find him smiling.
"Xiao... Feng?"
"I don’t know what nightmare you had, but it clearly upset you, didn’t it?"
His fingers combed through her disheveled hair, tucking stray strands behind her ears with tender care.
"But nightmares are just nightmares. All we need to do is live our real lives well. So don’t overthink it, Mengli. Face the nightmare bravely, and you’ll see—it’s nothing but a paper tiger."
Shen Mengli closed her eyes, savoring his comforting touch. Only when his hand withdrew did she peek up again. "I understand. Thank you, Xiao Feng~"
"Mm. Time’s almost up—we should get going, yeah?"
"G-going? We?"
The sudden statement left her dazed, but the sparkle in Ye Feng’s eyes hinted at something exciting.
"Xiao Feng, where are we going?"
He chuckled, tapping her forehead lightly. "To... the place you’ve always wanted to visit most."
"The place I’ve always wanted... That’s—!"
Realization dawned. She clapped a hand over her parted lips, staring at him in disbelief.
"Xiao Feng, you mean—the ocean!"
"Bingo."
Seizing the moment, Ye Feng slipped free from her embrace. She’d clung to him all night; he’d only just managed to wriggle free earlier, and now she’d latched on again.
"Actually, I bought the tickets yesterday. Kept it a secret—figured it’d be a nice surprise."
"Why...?"
Her throat tightened. The tears she’d fought back surged anew, breaching like a dam overwhelmed by floodwaters. Even as a smile graced her lips, the tears fell unchecked.
"Xiao Feng... why are you so good to me...?"
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.”
ts me of treason?" "Correct. The host must return to the capital and gradually build up influence." "Wait—I have half a million soldiers, and you want me to go back to the capital to 'build influence'?" "Host, you are currently the Northern Garrison General, loyal to the Great Xia Dynasty." "Of course I am loyal to Great Xia! Absolutely loyal!" "But you keep referring to yourself as 'We'..." "Never mind the details! Summon all the regional commanders and military officers! We suspect treacherous officials are manipulating the court! They shall march with Us to the capital and purge the corrupt!" "......"
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!
] 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.
