"My acquaintance with Meng Li was... quite accidental."
Ye Feng summarized how he first met Wenwen, then later got to know Shen Mengli at the orphanage, followed by the Old Dean's request, and finally bringing Shen Mengli home. Of course, he omitted any mention of the system.
"So... just like that, you took her in?" Xie Yuyan asked incredulously. She knew Ye Feng fairly well. In her eyes, he wasn’t the type to act out of pure kindness for everything. Though she didn’t understand why he had saved her, she knew he wouldn’t just help someone in such a situation without reason—unless he was forced.
It was almost as if some rule compelled him to act. But these were just speculations. She’d have to meet this girl named Shen Mengli before drawing any conclusions.
"Ah... so that’s how it is. Our Ye Feng is really..."
Xie Yuyan’s words dripped with jealousy as she let go of Ye Feng’s arm and suddenly settled onto his lap, nestling into his embrace. She traced circles on his chest with her fingertip.
"So~ gentle~"
Gentle again? Ye Feng frowned inwardly while hurriedly pushing her shoulders.
"Xie Yuyan, stop messing around and get off! Is this how you treat an injured person?"
"Ehh~ I’m not that heavy. What’s the harm in sitting on your lap for a bit?"
Snap
A crisp flicking sound echoed, and the living room fell silent.
"Mean Ye Feng, always bullying me."
Sitting at the far end of the sofa, Xie Yuyan turned her back to him, muttering under her breath like a wronged little girl. Her pitiful expression was enough to melt anyone’s heart—but Ye Feng employed the most effective countermeasure: averting his gaze. This way, he avoided the fluster of meeting her eyes and got a moment’s peace.
After her complaint, Xie Yuyan sneakily glanced at Ye Feng and clenched her fists in frustration. Taking advantage of his diverted attention, she inched closer before speaking again.
"Ye Feng, why aren’t you saying anything? Do you really not want to talk to me?"
Yet silence was all she received. Realizing Ye Feng was deliberately avoiding her, Xie Yuyan dropped the act and suddenly clung to his arm.
"Xie Yuyan?"
The familiar pressure broke Ye Feng’s composure. He turned to see her eyes closed, wearing a blissful expression.
"Didn’t you say I was bullying you? Why are you back?"
"I... I..."
She stammered, scrambling for an excuse before giving up entirely and blurting out,
"I like it! Not your business!"
"......"
After a long pause, Xie Yuyan finally lifted her head. Meeting Ye Feng’s gaze, she smiled softly and whispered,
"Ye Feng... after all this time, I’ve found you again. From now on, I’m sticking with you. Don’t even think about making me leave—unless... unless I die."
Snap
The same sound rang out again, though much lighter this time.
Ye Feng glared at her pouting face. "Xie Yuyan, can you stop saying things like that? You’re safe now. If anything happens in the future, I’ll help you. Just live your life well—you’re not an assassin anymore. You’re just an ordinary girl."
"Thank you, Ye Feng~"
Xie Yuyan beamed, relishing his concern. She wished he’d give her everything he had.
"I really like... being with you. I won’t leave you again, and you better not leave me either~"
"I’ll help wherever I can, but could you loosen your grip? My arm’s about to break."
"Hehe~ Sorry, sorry~ Got a little carried away~"
She released his arm and stood up from the sofa.
"Rest here for a bit, Ye Feng. I’ll go arrange my things."
"Mm... but Xie Yuyan, about your place..."
Before he could finish, she cut in, "Not the time for that! We’ll talk later. I just got back—give me a transition period. Besides, your injury is my fault too. I should at least wait till you recover before making plans."
"Alright then."
Ye Feng nodded. Given his condition, he really couldn’t manage much. Though his wound was healing quickly, sudden movements still strained it. Everything else would have to wait until he got better.
At that thought, he realized he needed to check the system for any updates. With one less decoy doll, he’d lost a lifeline. He used to scoff at the system’s rewards, but now they seemed invaluable. Without that doll, he’d have been a goner...
Hmm~
Xie Yuyan hummed as she began organizing her belongings. She’d make sure those vixens knew who truly owned this place. Anyone daring to encroach on her territory wouldn’t get off easy.
......
The moment Ye Feng opened the system, a gift notification popped up—labeled Evasion Reward. In the illustrated catalog, under Crimson Rose, he spotted a number: Evasion Count: 1.
Evasion Reward? Wasn’t this supposed to be in the exploration catalog? And what’s this Crimson Rose? It wasn’t there before. Where did this evasion count come from?
Lost in thought, his gaze inadvertently drifted toward Xie Yuyan, who was pulling a towel from the living room cabinet. Sensing his stare, she smirked and wiggled her fingers in a playful wave.
!!!
Ye Feng snapped his eyes away, a realization dawning.
Crimson Rose... Could that be Xie Yuyan’s alias?
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.”
] [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!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
