The space behind the door was pitch black, but from Shen Mengli's angle, she could see a familiar shadowy figure standing before Ye Feng. A pair of pale blue eyes stared at her like an abyss, terrifying in their intensity, before shifting their gaze back to Ye Feng in an instant.
Realizing something was terribly wrong, Shen Mengli reached out, trying to push Ye Feng away from the doorway. But the shadow moved too quickly—a flash of silver-white blade light sliced through the air, followed by a sickening "shlick" as blood splattered across Shen Mengli's face.
"Xiao... Xiao Feng?"
Her pupils contracted sharply at the sight of Ye Feng collapsing into a pool of blood. The horror of the scene left her stammering, her voice breaking.
"No... no... Xiao Feng... NO!!"
......
"BOOM!"
"POURING RAIN—"
Outside the window, thunder roared across the sky, and suddenly, a torrential downpour began. Ye Feng, who had been sitting on the bed scrolling through his phone, jolted at the noise.
"When the hell is this awful weather going to end? I planned everything out, but who could’ve predicted this..."
Just as he muttered to himself, Shen Mengli's panicked scream cut through the air from beside the bed.
"XIAO FENG!!!!"
"!!!"
Before he could even finish his sentence, her voice rang right in his ear, startling him so badly that he shuddered and whipped his head around to look at her.
"Mengli, why are you so jumpy too? You nearly scared me to death. Was it the thunder? Are you—"
His words died in his throat the moment he saw her. Shen Mengli’s usually fair and lovely face was streaked with tears, her complexion ghostly pale, her eyes wide with terror.
"Mengli? Did you have another nightmare?"
Seeing her crying again, Ye Feng felt a pang of unease. In all their time together, she had never been like this before. What was going on with her lately?
"Xiao Feng... you’re here... you’re really here..."
Shen Mengli pinched her own arm hard, confirming that this was reality before finally letting her tense nerves relax. The nightmare had shaken her to the core—not because she feared the shadowy figure who killed without hesitation, but because she couldn’t bear the thought of Ye Feng getting hurt.
"Sniff... sob..."
She threw off the covers, wiping her nose as she crawled toward Ye Feng on her hands and knees. Even though there was a gap between their beds, she paid it no mind—until her body nearly toppled off the edge. Ye Feng caught her just in time.
"Mengli, what are you thinking?! If you fell and got hurt, what then? Didn’t we agree you’d take better care of yourself?"
"Heh... Xiao Feng... it’s really you..."
She wrapped her arms around his neck and buried her face against him, trembling slightly as she finally began to calm down.
It was clear that Shen Mengli’s mental state was teetering on the edge of collapse. Just mustering the strength to crawl to Ye Feng had drained her completely.
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng didn’t press her further about her condition. From her behavior, it was obvious things were bad. And deep down, he had a sinking feeling—this had to be connected to the so-called "side effects."
If only I hadn’t given her that Bone Marrow Revival Pill... This is all my fault... ALL MY FAULT...
Still, he carried her back to bed and stayed by her side, waiting for her to recover. Outside, the storm grew fiercer, the thunder crashing more frequently.
......
"RUMBLE—"
Outside Shu City’s airport, pedestrians scrambled for cover, pulling out umbrellas or whatever they could to shield themselves from the rain. But one figure, draped in a raincoat, strode out of the entrance unfazed, moving swiftly toward the roadside with urgent, determined steps.
"Finally... I’m almost there. But this weather—ugh. I was planning to stop by the supermarket and pick up some ingredients to treat Ye Feng to a good meal. Guess plans really do change."
Xie Yuyan’s lips curled into a faint smile, her eyes gleaming with anticipation. She was like a rose blooming in the rain—radiant, alluring.
"Hmm~"
Eventually, she arrived at the apartment building where Ye Feng lived. Gazing at the familiar surroundings, she slowly peeled off her raincoat.
"I wonder if my Ye Feng’s been crying in bed while I was gone. Bet he’s been missing me every second."
"Don’t worry, Ye Feng. This time, I won’t leave you. Never again—not in this lifetime."
Humming to herself, she pressed the elevator button and stepped inside.
......
"Feeling any better?"
Ye Feng gently dabbed Shen Mengli’s eyes with a tissue, his heart aching at the sight of her bloodshot, swollen eyes. From her dazed expression, it was clear she hadn’t fully recovered yet.
"Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli breathed in his scent, her gaze empty as she listened to the thunder outside. Aside from occasionally murmuring his name, she hadn’t spoken a word.
After what felt like an eternity, she finally spoke. "Xiao Feng... I had another nightmare."
"I figured. But Mengli, nightmares are just dreams. They won’t come true."
"Won’t come true? But it felt so real..."
"Mengli, be honest with me—is there something wrong with your body that you’re hiding?"
Ye Feng suddenly turned the question on her, scrutinizing her eyes and the subtle shifts in her expression, trying to confirm his earlier suspicions.
"No? What do you mean?"
Shen Mengli tilted her head slightly, shaking it as if confused. Her tone and demeanor were perfectly normal—no hint of deception whatsoever.
"Does Xiao Feng really think I’d keep secrets from you?"
Seizing the opportunity, she flipped the script, putting Ye Feng on the defensive. Caught off guard, he quickly backtracked.
"No, that’s not what I meant—"
"If not that, then what? So you don’t trust me after all..."
Her mood visibly plummeted. Seeing this, Ye Feng abandoned his questioning entirely, immediately shifting to comforting her.
"Of course I trust you! Mengli, don’t overthink it. I only asked because I was worried..."
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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
