Shen Yi sat by the bed for a long time, unable to regain his composure.
Intense emotions surged through him, making his chest heave and tears flow.
Although protected by the system, the vast memories had been blurred to prevent overwhelming him, yet such an immersive real experience still left Shen Yi unsettled.
That long and wonderful life, the deeply loving couple, experienced no dramatic separations, only peaceful love and family bonds.
No wonder the achievement was called "Growing Old Together."
Shen Yi took a deep breath to shake off his melancholy and turned his attention to check his attributes.
Name: Shen Yi
Level: lv.2
Strength: 8
Stamina: 7
Energy: 9
Charm: 74
Assets: 219533.5
Strategy Points: 2
Attribute Points: 2
The benefit of gaining 1 point in strength was already evident, making Shen Yi value the precious free attribute points even more.
Shen Yi's previous physical condition was barely better than that of a fragile college student.
After more than two years of sitting around without exercise, plus irregular eating habits, he had developed a small layer of fat around his belly.
Now with 1 point added to strength, his overall condition had improved significantly.
Getting up to wash, he returned to find it was already 10:30.
"Well, late again."
Time passed imperceptibly in the simulation - it had been only 8 o'clock earlier, and now two and a half hours had gone by.
Being late didn't matter anymore since Fu Nanzhi had been successfully won over, so work became optional.
Shen Yi still planned to go one last time - first to handle his resignation properly, and second to bid farewell to his colleagues, parting on good terms.
Looking at himself in the mirror, Shen Yi smiled.
The 4 points in charm had an immediate effect - just brushing his hair up changed his entire aura completely.
Dressed neatly, he left home and took a taxi to the company.
Pushing open the door to the advertising department, several people whispered as he entered.
Shen Yi ignored them and sat at his workstation, feeling somewhat dazed.
In the simulation, he had spent most of his time in the legal department, so sitting here now felt like revisiting an old haunt.
Su Xun came over at this moment, winking as he said:
"Impressive, brother, getting all handsome for a blind date, huh?"
Shen Yi looked at Su Xun with fondness and joked back,
"Yeah, going on a date with your beloved Lin Ruoyu~"
Su Xun extended a playful finger in mock seriousness,
"Hey, we're brothers but hands off my woman, got it~"
While packing up his things at his desk, Shen Yi chatted casually with him,
"So how's your progress with her?"
At this, Su Xun excitedly said: "Almost there, we're at the stage of knowing each other's names."
Shen Yi's mouth twitched hearing this - everyone in the department knew Lin Ruoyu's name.
Then Su Xun sighed deeply:
"If I could marry Lin Ruoyu in this life, I wouldn't mind driving luxury cars and living in villas."
This left Shen Yi completely speechless,
"Damn, you want it all, don't you?"
Suddenly Shen Yi froze - wasn't this exactly like himself in the simulation? He had nearly criticized his own behavior.
He had packed about half his things when Dai Tiefeng's office door opened and he called out.
Shen Yi wasn't surprised - with his lateness today, it would be strange if his boss didn't want to have a talk.
Su Xun gave him a wink, as if wishing him good luck.
Shen Yi returned a reassuring look and stood up to walk over.
Closing the door, Shen Yi sat down.
Dai Tiefeng looked at him with furrowed brows and asked,
"What emergency was it today?"
This was giving him a chance to explain - a gentle start.
Shen Yi was grateful for his consideration and shook his head saying,
"No emergency, I just want to resign."
Dai Tiefeng was stunned, nearly dropping his cigarette, and hurriedly caught it asking:
"What happened? Why the sudden resignation?"
Before Shen Yi could answer, he quickly added: "Is it because of Liu Changjiang? Don't worry, I won't keep troublemakers like him around."
"With my methods, even if he refuses to leave, I have nine ways to deal with him, nine!"
Shen Yi smiled and waved his hand - though only a day had passed, hearing that name felt like a century ago.
Someone like Liu Changjiang couldn't leave any lasting impact on his mind.
"It's not because of him, it's my personal decision to strike out on my own."
As he spoke, Shen Yi moved the ashtray from the right to place it in front of Dai Tiefeng and continued:
"Brother Dai, for over two years, you've treated me well."
"I'm grateful for your kindness, and if you ever need anything in the future, just let me know."
Dai Tiefeng took a deep drag of his cigarette and flicked the ash, nodding:
"Alright, brother wishes you great success, I'll sign your resignation papers."
Once Shen Yi put it this way, Dai Tiefeng knew he couldn't keep him, and though regretful, could only offer his blessings.
The news of his resignation spread quickly, and soon everyone in Team Three knew.
People came up to inquire - some curious, some consoling, some regretful, some envious.
Shen Yi patiently responded to everyone, not becoming arrogant just because he was leaving.
Finding a moment, Shen Yi went to greet Zhuo Huijun, also offering her some encouragement.
The young girl was fine in every way, just lacking confidence.
Zhuo Huijun nodded blankly, stealing glances at him.
Among the crowd, Shen Yi radiated vitality, his expression animated, his manner proper, carrying a natural air of authority - the whole person seemed to glow.
After submitting his resignation report, it was quickly approved with signatures from the team leader and supervisor.
Technically, the report should have been submitted a month in advance, but things weren't actually that complicated in practice.
Such formalities only matter when the company doesn't want to let you go or when there are handover issues.
Shen Yi was just a tiny cog in the machine, with plenty of college graduates waiting to replace him, so he didn't warrant such treatment.
With all procedures completed and goodbyes said to colleagues, Shen Yi entered the elevator carrying his box.
His finger hovered over the 11th floor button before finally pressing 1 instead.
Though he wanted to visit the legal department, he had neither reason nor status to do so - seeing it would only bring unnecessary distress.
The simulation was just a simulation after all, and needed to be separated from reality, Shen Yi reminded himself.
Leaving the company entrance, Shen Yi took one last look at the Tiancheng Group sign before taking a taxi home.
...
At Songping Garden, Peaceful Lake Residence.
Fu Nanzhi woke from her sleep with a slightly heavy head, as if she had slept for a very long time.
Sitting up in bed, Fu Nanzhi held her forehead, her temples throbbing as if she had just had a very long dream.
She sat dazed for several minutes before finally clearing her thoughts.
"Was that a dream? Or did I travel back in time?"
Thanks to the internet, she had watched many TV dramas and understood the concept of time travel.
The dream was incredibly real, depicting her entire life.
Although most memories were somewhat blurry, she could recall the general outline of past experiences.
The logic was complete, the details vivid, too real to be just a dream.
"Husband? Shen Yi?"
Suddenly Fu Nanzhi remembered the man who had accompanied her throughout her life.
At the thought of him, tears began flowing uncontrollably.
At this moment, she desperately hoped she had truly traveled back in time.
Because only then would she still have a chance to find him.
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.”
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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?"
