"Complete the illustrated guide? The Shadow?"
Facing the system panel brimming with overwhelming information, Ye Feng blinked in disbelief.
How could he have imagined that the so-called "Shadow" would turn out to be Shen Mengli?
Whether it was the Bloody Rose or the Black Morning Glory, both bore similarities to Xie Yuyan and Li Mucheng's personalities. But when it came to Shen Mengli, Ye Feng was utterly baffled.
How could someone as adorable and gentle as Shen Mengli be the so-called Shadow?
Yet when Ye Feng recalled the moment their eyes met in the bathroom, he had distinctly noticed Shen Mengli's gaze turning eerily unsettling—like someone lurking in the shadows, silently watching him with a deranged, almost manic expression.
The thought sent a shiver down his spine. Worried that dwelling on it might darken his mood, he quickly pushed the idea aside.
"Right... Who cares about Shadows or not? Mengli will always be Mengli. Why should I fuss over labels now? The road ahead is smooth and wide."
Just as Ye Feng was about to close the illustrated guide for good, the panel suddenly displayed a system reward notification.
"Huh?! What's this...?"
Frowning, Ye Feng took a closer look. Sure enough, it was a mission reward from the system. He hadn’t expected to receive anything after all this time. Then again, his life now hardly needed so-called "survival tools"...
But having something was better than nothing. With that in mind, Ye Feng promptly claimed the reward. Who knew? Maybe it included something like extended lifespan.
"Ding."
A system chime echoed in his mind as the reward was delivered. Before he could even check what it contained, a pair of small hands slowly crept up his abdomen.
"?! Mengli?"
Ye Feng gently covered Shen Mengli’s hand with his own. Even now, he could feel the lingering droplets of water on her skin, dampening his back.
"Xiao Feng..."
Shen Mengli buried her face against his back, her whisper floating softly in the room.
"Now... let’s focus on the real matter at hand. Please give me all your attention, okay?"
"Okay."
Ye Feng patted her hand lightly, seizing the moment to turn around and pull her into his embrace.
"But Mengli, could you wait just a bit? I just got a system notification and wanted to check—"
Before he could finish, Shen Mengli cut him off.
"No! Is everything alright? Did it threaten you?!"
"Uh..."
Seeing the panic in her eyes—as if she might lose her beloved at any second—Ye Feng smiled tenderly and stroked her silky hair.
"Well... the system did give me a pretty serious task."
"What task?!"
Shen Mengli gripped his hand tightly, her voice trembling with urgency.
"I’ll stay with you, Xiao Feng. Always. We’ll face everything together!"
"Mengli..."
Ye Feng took a deep breath, exhaling slowly before speaking.
"The system’s task is... to make sure you live happily."
"......"
The moment those words left his lips, Shen Mengli fell silent, her earlier tension vanishing.
"Xiao Feng... you’re teasing me again."
Hearing this, she knew he was just being playful.
"Heh, I just wanted to see you smile."
"I’m not smiling!"
Shen Mengli buried herself in his chest, her eyes glistening with unshed tears.
"Do you have any idea how worried I was?!"
"Sorry, Mengli... I..."
"Promise me you won’t joke like this again, okay?"
"Okay..."
"Mm."
Gazing at the girl who loved him more than anything, Ye Feng couldn’t resist lowering his head into the crook of her neck.
"Mengli, I love you."
"Mmm... even if you say that, I still..."
"I love you so, so much."
"......"
After what felt like an eternity, a muffled voice finally rose from his embrace.
"You’re awful~"
......
After carrying Shen Mengli to bed, she clung to him relentlessly. Only when everything settled did she bring up the system again.
"Don’t worry, Mengli. There’s really no scary task."
"Then why did you mention the system all of a sudden?"
Girls’ intuition was frighteningly accurate. Ye Feng saw no reason to hide it—it wasn’t dangerous anyway—so he explained the reward. Of course, he omitted any mention of Shen Mengli being the "Shadow." He didn’t want her worrying over something trivial. Life was perfect as it was.
"Reward? Like those miraculous pills from before?"
"Yep."
Ye Feng pinched her cheek affectionately, unable to resist. Her skin was soft and smooth, like flawless jade.
"Mmm?"
His touch was like a cool stream on a scorching day, soothing her heart and filling her with warmth.
"But..."
"But what?"
"I feel like the system’s rewards are kinda pointless now..."
"Pointless? Why?"
"Because everyone gets along now. The rewards used to be about survival..."
"You’re wrong, Xiao Feng. If there really are miraculous pills, we can use them as safeguards. Having a few tricks up your sleeve is never a bad thing."
"True. My Mengli is always so wise."
"Ngh..."
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
