Stepping out of the Lucky Snow City, the sunlight outside bathed Gu Luo in just the right warmth. He took a deep breath and sighed sincerely, "Ah... finally warm again."
Earlier in the shop, while sharing a grape taro ball drink with Gu Ximan, he had inexplicably felt a creeping chill around him. Now, outside, his whole body felt much more at ease.
At that moment, Gu Ximan teased with a grin, "Dummy big bro... are you getting weak? I heard guys who can't handle the cold..."
Before she could finish, her forehead was met with a solid flick.
"Ouch..."
She reflexively covered her forehead, her cheeks puffing up in annoyance, looking utterly adorable.
"What kind of nonsense have you been learning lately? No good at all." Gu Luo shot her an exasperated glare.
This silly girl had actually started making jokes like this now.
Besides, he was strong and healthy—how could he possibly be weak?
Did she even understand the prestige of lasting thirty-four minutes and fifty-two seconds?
Plenty of pilots crash within the first minute, you know.
"Dummy big bro, you’re one to talk! Weren’t you just about to comment on my..." Gu Ximan started, only to be cut off again.
"Alright, alright, you win, you win."
Gu Luo promptly surrendered.
He really didn’t want to discuss these things with Ximan.
It just felt awkward, as if some unspoken boundary had been crossed.
"Hmph."
Seeing this, Gu Ximan let out a light snort, her lips curling down slightly as she secretly clenched her small fists.
She was already testing the waters, step by step.
But no rush—she had time.
There was a long road ahead.
No matter what, she could always stay by her dummy big bro’s side.
One day, she’d crack that thick skull of his.
So dense!
Beside them, Lu Xuexue smiled without a word, wholly absorbed in shipping her best friend and her crush.
Gu Luo, meanwhile, sighed inwardly. He was now absolutely certain the two girls hadn’t made up.
Before, Gu Ximan would’ve affectionately held Lu Xuexue’s hand, not leaving her out like this.
But today, aside from a brief moment of enthusiasm at the start, she’d been deliberately avoiding her.
What kind of conflict could it be?
Though puzzled, Gu Luo still smiled and said,
"Alright, let’s go sign up first. Time to show you your big bro’s real skills, Ximan."
"Hmph, if you lose, you’re in for it, dummy big bro!"
Gu Ximan waved her dainty fist with exaggerated seriousness.
Inside, though, she was buzzing with excitement.
Her mind was filled with visions of the upcoming princess carry.
Hehe... dummy big bro’s princess carry...
She had to give the event planners a big thumbs-up.
"Don’t worry, if I lose, I’m at your mercy." Then, Gu Luo suddenly shifted gears with a grin, "But what if I win?"
"Even if there’s no credit, there’s still hard work, right?"
Hearing this, Gu Ximan didn’t hesitate for a second before declaring, "If you win, this beauty will give you three kisses!"
At the same time, her gaze subtly flickered toward Lu Xuexue’s face.
But the girl remained in her fangirling bliss, completely oblivious to the hidden message.
Once again, Ximan’s punch landed on cotton.
Gu Ximan was internally screaming, nearly blurting out the secret that they weren’t actually related by blood.
"Hard pass."
Gu Luo waved his hand dismissively before changing the subject.
"If I win, you can wash my feet three times instead. Deal?"
At first, Gu Ximan bristled at his rejection, but upon hearing the alternative, she paused in thought.
Washing dummy big bro’s feet...
That didn’t sound bad either...
Come to think of it, his feet were actually quite nice—pale, well-shaped, with clean lines.
Wait, wait, what am I thinking?!
Startled by her own thoughts, she nearly sat bolt upright.
Was she... a secret foot enthusiast?
Her cheeks flushed slightly, but she feigned composure and huffed,
"Fine, it’s a deal."
"You’re really agreeing?" Gu Luo’s expression turned odd.
For some reason, Ximan seemed a little... off.
But he couldn’t quite put his finger on why.
"Hmph, a beauty’s word is as good as gold."
Gu Ximan lifted her chin, putting on a bold front while scheming inside:
‘Just watch how this beauty slowly reels in that thick-headed dummy.’
If she couldn’t say it outright, she’d reshape their relationship bit by bit through everyday moments!
‘Why should I let anyone else have dummy big bro?!’
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rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
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.”
