"Waaah! Waaah!!!"
Watching Li Mucheng cry like a helpless child, Ye Feng couldn't help but feel she seemed far more fragile now—nothing like the proud, swan-like Li Mucheng he once knew.
"Alright, stop crying."
Ye Feng pulled out a few tissues and handed them to her.
"If you keep crying like this, you’ll hurt yourself."
"Sniff..."
Li Mucheng lifted her head weakly at his words, her swollen eyes brimming with raw emotion. Her dry lips parted slightly as she repeated the same phrase.
"I'm sorry..."
"......"
Ye Feng still didn’t respond to her apology. The light in Li Mucheng’s eyes dimmed completely. She lowered her head like a wilted flower, already understanding that some broken things could never be mended. All she wanted was for Ye Feng to accept her apology—nothing more. But now, even his forgiveness seemed like an impossible hope.
"Li Mucheng, rest for a while. Ah Fu should be arriving soon—I’ll go check outside."
"Goodbye..."
"Huh?"
The sudden farewell caught Ye Feng off guard. Though puzzled, he stepped out, glancing back at her repeatedly.
"Teacher..."
Li Mucheng watched his retreating figure until it vanished, a bitter, regretful smile tugging at her lips.
"I... caused you trouble..."
With that, she pulled a small fruit knife from the folds of her skirt, gripping it tightly. Her thoughts were a mystery.
......
"Tsk..."
Meanwhile, Ye Feng stepped out of the clinic, unable to shake the image of Li Mucheng bidding him farewell.
"Goodbye? Why say goodbye? Shouldn’t she have just said ‘okay’ or something? Why...?"
As he muttered to himself, a blood-covered man suddenly burst into the clinic.
"Doctor! Help me, doctor!"
"What happened?!"
The man clutched his left hand, blood gushing relentlessly.
"I was cutting fruit and accidentally sliced off my finger! Doctor, save me! It’s my most important partner in life!"
"You cut off your finger while slicing fruit?! That’s not cutting fruit—that’s self-harm!"
"Self-harm..."
The word struck Ye Feng like a bolt of lightning. Connecting the man’s situation to Li Mucheng’s farewell, he spun around and sprinted back to the ward without another thought.
......
"Lost... I’ve lost everything... Not just Teacher, but even the mask he gave me. All of this is my own fault. Maybe this is how I should atone."
Thud.
Li Mucheng pressed the small blade against her throat, its sharp edge drawing a thin red line across her pale skin. At the very last moment, the ward door burst open with a crash. The sudden noise froze her in place. When she looked up, she saw Ye Feng standing at the doorway, his expression grave.
"Ye... Feng..."
"Stop!"
His eyes locked onto the bloodied knife tip. With a deep frown, he rushed forward and seized her wrist.
Li Mucheng snapped back to reality as he lunged at her, memories flooding back—of her holding a knife, intending to hurt him. The thought made her fingers go slack, and the fruit knife clattered onto the bed.
"Hmph..."
A weight pressed down on her. Li Mucheng let out a shaky breath, squeezing her eyes shut, terrified that Ye Feng would now despise her.
"Phew..."
Ye Feng kept a firm grip on her wrist, exhaling in relief when he saw only a shallow cut on her neck. He’d made it just in time.
"Why? Li Mucheng, why would you do this?"
"......"
She turned her face away, unable to meet his gaze. Beads of sweat clung to her forehead, dampening her hair. Her eyes were hollow, lifeless.
When she stayed silent, Ye Feng didn’t know what else to say. Finally, he picked up the knife and climbed off the bed.
"I’ll get bandages and antiseptic. Don’t do anything reckless."
A short while later, he returned to find Li Mucheng still frozen in place. He sat on a nearby stool.
"Talk. Why did you do this?"
"I... hurt you... so I wanted... to make up for it."
Her voice was barely a whisper.
"And ‘making up’ means trading your life for mine?"
"I don’t know..."
"Tch."
Ye Feng sighed heavily. There was only one way to get through to her now.
"Get up. I forgive you."
"......"
Li Mucheng’s body trembled violently. Then, her voice grew slightly louder.
"R-really?"
"If you don’t believe me, forget it."
He started to rise, intending to treat her wound before leaving. But suddenly, Li Mucheng turned over on the bed, her trembling eyes darting toward him hesitantly.
"I... I believe you!"
"Then sit up. Let me bandage your wound first."
"O-okay..."
Hearing the warmth return to his voice, she obeyed, carefully pulling herself up with the bedsheet for support.
"Stay still."
Ye Feng bent down, spraying antiseptic on her neck before gently dabbing it with a cotton swab.
"It might sting. Can you handle it?"
"N-not painful..."
Rustle, rustle.
After a few careful motions, he pressed a bandage over the cut and leaned back in his chair.
"Done. Luckily, it wasn’t deep—otherwise, it would’ve been serious."
"Thank you..."
"Don’t ever do something like this again, understand? Your body isn’t a tool for hurting yourself to prove a point!"
"I... I understand..."
Afraid he’d leave immediately, Li Mucheng hurriedly added,
"Ye... Ye Feng... Do you really forgive me?"
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?"
] [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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
