"I know you all care deeply about progress. But I don’t want this to become some mandatory goal we must achieve. That’s not the outcome I’m looking for." Ye Feng revealed his thoughts, his expression turning troubled.
"Rather than focusing on progress as a task, I’d much prefer if we could get along more harmoniously. Every time I see you all hiding your sadness, it weighs heavily on my heart."
"Brother Ye Feng..."
After hearing Ye Feng’s words, Su Yuxin and the others fell silent, stumbling over their words as they struggled to respond.
Just as the atmosphere grew stifling, the faint sound of footsteps came from behind the sofa. Li Mucheng, sitting across from them, had been lost in thought about how to help everyone understand her feelings when she suddenly looked up and noticed Xie Yuyan approaching from the hallway.
"Ye Feng..."
With a gentle touch, Xie Yuyan placed a hand on Ye Feng’s shoulder, and the next moment, he felt something soft press against him.
"Yu... Yuyan? You’re awake!"
Realizing it was Xie Yuyan behind him, the sternness in Ye Feng’s gaze immediately softened.
"Mmm... I heard everything you just said."
"R-really? Well, Yuyan, do you have any thoughts?"
"My thoughts? Do you really want to hear them, Ye Feng?"
"Of course. Everyone has the right to voice their opinions, and you’re no exception."
Xie Yuyan nodded thoughtfully, glancing at the three pairs of eyes fixed on her before speaking calmly, "My thoughts are simple—I just want to be with you, Ye Feng."
"Eh? That’s... that’s it?"
"What else? That’s all I need. I’m not a greedy person, after all."
"No, no, Yuyan, you misunderstood. I was asking about the mission progress..."
"If it’s about progress, then of course we should complete it, but I’d prefer to let things unfold naturally. The more we obsess over it, the more likely we are to rush and make mistakes. So I believe we should accomplish it gradually, without forcing it."
"I see..."
Though Xie Yuyan’s answer wasn’t explicit, at least she was still in favor of completing the mission.
"But Ye Feng, I think you’re wrong about one thing."
Xie Yuyan leaned down, cupping Ye Feng’s chin in her hands as their eyes locked.
"The final decision should be ours to make. Your words just now were undermining our confidence! If you ever say something like that again, don’t blame me for being harsh!"
Ye Feng knew exactly what she meant by "harsh." Faced with Xie Yuyan’s assertive demeanor, he quickly backed down.
"S-sorry, I just wanted to share my perspective. If there was any misunderstanding, I apologize to everyone."
"It’s not that serious, Ye Feng. You’re making me sound like some kind of tyrant..."
Xie Yuyan flusteredly hugged Ye Feng’s head, resting her chin on his shoulder as she muttered under her breath.
"I’m not blaming you. I just think you’re overcomplicating things. It was wrong of me to unsettle everyone at a time like this."
"Ye Feng..."
Just then, Li Mucheng, still seated on the sofa, suddenly spoke up—loudly. "Teacher!"
"Huh? Mu... Mucheng? What is it?"
Startled by the volume of her voice, Ye Feng turned his attention away from Xie Yuyan. Seeing Li Mucheng with clenched fists and a determined expression, he couldn’t help but tense up.
Is she... about to say something earth-shattering?
Time seemed to freeze as the air in the living room grew heavy. Finally, Li Mucheng parted her lips and spoke. "Teacher, I have something to say. This concerns all of our lives."
"Ah... go ahead, Mucheng. I’m listening."
Under Ye Feng’s gaze, Li Mucheng declared, "Teacher, I want all of us to live together."
"Live together?"
The other girls were stunned by Li Mucheng’s suggestion, never expecting her to propose such an idea. But soon, their eyes all turned to Ye Feng.
Ye Feng, of course, noticed their gazes. After a brief moment of consideration, he nodded.
"Sure."
"R-really?!"
Li Mucheng clearly hadn’t anticipated such an immediate agreement. But her shock quickly melted into joy, a bright smile spreading across her face.
"Mmm. If it makes everyone’s lives better, then I have no objections. But Mucheng, before asking me, you should’ve checked with the others fi—"
Before Ye Feng could finish, his arms were seized by two figures—Shen Mengli and Su Yuxin, clinging tightly to him.
"This is wonderful! Now I can see Brother Ye Feng every day~"
"Xiao Feng, no matter where you go, I’ll follow you."
"W-well... then it’s settled?"
"Of course."
Xie Yuyan’s voice came from behind Ye Feng, followed by her slender arms wrapping around his head.
"Ye Feng, from now on, we’ll be even closer~"
"Cough, cough, cough..."
As Ye Feng broke into a fit of coughing, the living room erupted in laughter once more.
] [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!"
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?"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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.”
