After solidifying his decision, Shen Yi prepared himself something to eat.
Though he hadn't moved around much, going so long without food had left him starving.
After finishing his meal, he freshened up in the bathroom and lay down on the bed.
Opening the simulator and summoning the holographic screen, Shen Yi began his second simulation.
"Begin a new round of simulation?"
"Yes."
With a thought, Shen Yi confirmed his choice.
[Selected: Fu Nanzhi, Cheng Jun, Shu Yunyi.]
[Simulation begins!]
[You are Shen Yi, a man lost in life, seeking guidance to find an outcome that satisfies everyone.]
[Every choice you make creates new variables—this time, you must once again decide.]
[Your goal is to mend regrets and achieve fulfillment.]
[Choosing a new starting point is now your priority.]
[After a moment of contemplation, you decide...]
A. When faced with difficulties, slack off—sit back and watch the tigers fight.
B. Live boldly or die trying—charge ahead like a reckless warrior.
C. Neither initiate nor refuse—let sincerity speak for itself.
D. Free action.
The prompts for the second round were similar yet slightly different.
Shen Yi read through them carefully, gaining new insights into his current situation.
Of the four options, the first was now grayed out, leaving only the latter three available.
Shen Yi nodded—this was the limitation of the slacker approach. To bring about change, he needed to break through.
Without much deliberation, he chose option B, deciding to charge ahead recklessly this time.
Once selected, the simulation evolved anew.
[After your previous confession, Fu Nanzhi learned the full story.]
[Feeling deceived, she confronted her cousin Cheng Jun at the company, laying everything bare and questioning her motives.]
[...]
[Cheng Jun joined the battle...]
The earlier narration remained identical, so Shen Yi skimmed past it.
[The situation was now out in the open. The three women appeared calm on the surface, but each was secretly maneuvering behind the scenes.]
[Faced with their overt and covert affections, you neither avoided nor hesitated—you actively responded.]
[Remembering past lessons, you carefully managed time disparities, subtly mediating their relationships, striving to treat everyone fairly.]
[Time was limited, but through your deft maneuvering, though perfection was impossible, you at least ensured impartiality.]
[Fortunately, all three women had their own commitments, making it impossible for them to hover around you daily. Thanks to your efforts, none were left disappointed.]
[Yet this didn’t mean they had come to accept one another—it merely delayed the eruption of the brewing conflict.]
[Because of your actions, Shu Yunyi did not return to her hometown this time, averting another crisis.]
[Gains came with losses. Without her mother acting as mediator, you had to navigate these relationships with even greater caution.]
[Learning from past experience, instead of letting them negotiate among themselves, you took the initiative to propose a set of ground rules.]
[But unlike before, Fu Nanzhi and Shu Yunyi now clashed fiercely over hierarchy, while Cheng Jun remained noncommittal. Once again, events spiraled beyond your expectations.]
[This time, you stepped in decisively, pulling the quarreling pair apart and "persuading" them through physical means.]
[Your hard work paid off. While they were still dazed, you proposed a reconciliation, dissolving the crisis before it could escalate.]
[Meanwhile, Cheng Jun seized the opportunity, cleverly moving back into the apartment across the hall, believing that proximity would eventually win you over.]
[You didn’t disappoint her either, responding warmly and carefully tending to her emotions.]
[Practice makes perfect—your time-management skills had reached new heights.]
[You moved seamlessly among the three, allocating time with precision. Though exhausting, you found the effort deeply rewarding.]
[Time flew, and before long, half a year had passed.]
[One day, Cheng Jun suddenly shared shy yet joyful news—she was pregnant.]
The text distorted, and light flooded his vision as he was pulled into the scene once more.
Shen Yi blinked, finding himself seated in a car that had just come to a stop.
Turning his head, he saw Cheng Jun smiling radiantly at him.
"What are you spacing out for? Let’s go," she said, her eyes sparkling with amusement before teasing,
"Scared?"
Shen Yi chuckled.
"I take responsibility for my actions. Why would I be scared?"
"Besides, we’re already here. Even if I were scared, could I just turn back now?"
Cheng Jun’s pregnancy was unexpected yet not entirely surprising. After spending so much time together without precautions, conception was only natural.
But for the Cheng family, this was a major problem.
As their only daughter and the apple of their eye, the news that their precious girl had been "ruined" meant they absolutely had to meet the man responsible.
Cheng Jun remained calm but reassured Shen Yi, saying,
"My parents definitely won’t be welcoming at first."
"But don’t worry—I’ll back you up."
She giggled, unbothered by the situation.
There would undoubtedly be friction—she knew her parents’ temperaments all too well.
But as long as she stood by Shen Yi, they couldn’t do much. And now, with her pregnancy…
Faced with the prospect of becoming grandparents, Cheng Jun had plenty of ways to make them grudgingly accept it.
Shen Yi grinned as he unbuckled his seatbelt, joking,
"With Jun’s support, I’ve gained a fierce ally!"
Determined to play the reckless warrior, he was ready to brave even the Cheng family’s den.
"Stop fooling around," Cheng Jun rolled her eyes.
"Hurry up. I already told Mom and Dad we’re coming. If we’re late, your first impression will take a hit."
She moved to unbuckle her seatbelt and step out.
Shen Yi snapped to attention.
"On it!"
Seeing her about to exit, he quickly stopped her, then got out himself and circled to the passenger side to open her door with exaggerated courtesy.
"Milady, your chariot awaits. Watch your step."
Cheng Jun let Shen Yi carefully help her out of the car.
She found it a bit excessive and remarked,
"It’s barely been a month. Do we really need to be this careful?"
"Of course! There’s no such thing as too much caution right now."
Though she thought it unnecessary, his attentiveness still pleased her.
Shen Yi then retrieved the gifts from the trunk—he had no idea what Cheng Tianwei liked, so Cheng Jun had prepared them.
It was just a formality; he’d simply place them in a corner later.
After straightening their clothes, they approached the door and rang the bell.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
