Fang Qi looked at Xiaoyue, then at the crazy woman in his arms who was still giggling, his forehead covered in imaginary dark lines.
He looked up at Uncle again. Uncle didn't deny it, nor did he add anything. He just sat there quietly, still wearing a gentle smile on his face.
Fang Qi was speechless.
So it was true.
Joining Twilight...
Really required body modification!
He knew it!
His fingers tightened unconsciously, gripping Liguang's waist.
The silver-haired girl's body was soft and warm.
And still trembling.
...Because she was too excited!
Her little hand was still drawing circles on his chest. One circle, another circle, and another!
— Master, say yes, say yes, say yes...
...Was it that he didn't want to say yes?!
The moment the modification surgery made the first cut... before the blood could even flow out, he would have to close and open his eyes, returning to the sofa in his living room to drink tea!
Even Liguang wouldn't be able to retain her memories—because he hadn't died!
Not to mention, something as major as body modification...
Was that something that could be decided casually?!
Fang Qi's temples throbbed, and a thought suddenly flashed through his mind—
Wait.
He immediately looked up and stared at Uncle.
"Uncle, didn't you say... Lin Xiaoyou is also a member of Twilight?"
Uncle raised an eyebrow slightly. "Yes."
"Then you also said..."
Fang Qi stared at Uncle. "She hasn't been modified. She is a pure human."
Uncle froze for a moment, then smiled.
"Xiaoyou... she's different. She is special."
He shook his head, his tone carrying a hint of profound meaning.
"She is indeed... the only human in Twilight who hasn't undergone any body modification."
Fang Qi's pupils shrank slightly.
The only one...
"Why?"
He immediately pressed on.
"Why doesn't she need to be modified?"
Uncle didn't answer right away, just smiled and shook his head.
"You'd be better off asking her that question yourself."
His tone was gentle, tinged with a hint of helplessness.
"If she is willing to tell you, she will."
"I can't speak for her on this matter."
Fang Qi narrowed his eyes at him. Uncle's expression remained calm and open.
...Forget it, it doesn't matter.
What he really wanted to ask was—
"What about me?"
Fang Qi pointed at himself.
"Can I go without modification like her? If possible..."
Uncle's smile instantly faded a little.
His gaze became serious, and his voice deepened.
"Xiaoyou wasn't modified because she is the organization's only exception. But you..."
He looked at Fang Qi and said in a deep voice,
"Fang Qi, you must be modified to join the organization."
Fang Qi's fingers tightened.
Uncle continued,
"Don't forget, Dawn has always been eyeing Liguang covetously, and you are the one who controls Liguang."
"When the time is right... they will definitely use both threats and promises on you—money, power, status... anything is possible."
"They might even... drag the people who killed your parents in front of you and chop them into pieces, just to win your forgiveness."
His gaze fell on Fang Qi's face, calm and stern.
"Fang Qi, you are my nephew, and I trust you. But..."
His voice grew slightly heavier.
"Twilight is not just my Twilight. I need to convince the others."
The screening room fell silent for a moment.
Fang Qi didn't speak, merely staring at Uncle's face.
That gentle face was full of earnestness, along with a kind of... heaviness that comes with making a decision.
"You are Liguang's master. You control what they want most. If you don't undergo modification and don't make your stance clear—"
Uncle's voice was very calm.
"No one will trust you. No one will want to help you."
"Even I will be implicated because of it."
"Some of the radicals might even take it upon themselves to..."
Uncle didn't finish his sentence.
Fang Qi remained silent.
So...
If he wanted to join Twilight, he had to be modified?
...Then wasn't he completely screwed?!
Curse this respawn mechanism!
Forget it, if he can't join, he won't join...
"Master~"
A soft, sweet call came from his arms.
Fang Qi looked down.
The silver-haired girl was looking up at him with her small face, a gentle curve at the corner of her mouth, her heterochromatic eyes curved into crescents.
That expression—docile, obedient, sweet.
But his eyelid twitched violently.
Oh no!
The crazy woman's signature friendly expression was back!
"Master has actually been hesitating all this time."
She tilted her little head, and her beret tilted along with it.
"Does Master really not want to be modified by Liguang that much?"
The corner of Fang Qi's mouth twitched.
Her voice grew even sweeter.
"But Liguang... wants the inside of Master to become Liguang's things too~"
Fang Qi was speechless.
What kind of wild talk was this!
Those heterochromatic eyes were staring straight at him, the crimson in her red eye flowing sluggishly.
The little hand she had pressed against his chest... her fingertips were already digging into his flesh!
"Or perhaps—"
Her voice grew even softer, so soft it was like she was whispering a secret.
"Master thinks Liguang can't do it? You think Liguang... isn't worthy of modifying Master?"
Fang Qi was speechless again.
You crazy woman...
Stop making a mess of things for me!
My head is going to explode!
And right at this moment—
"...Hm?"
A soft gasp of surprise suddenly sounded.
It was Xiaoyue.
Fang Qi instinctively looked over and saw a stream of data suddenly flash through her black eyes!
It was faint blue, flashing by in an instant, and then her eyes narrowed.
On that charming face, the lazy expression instantly faded.
She immediately tugged at Uncle's sleeve.
"Master, we should go."
Her voice was very light, but the screening room was too quiet.
Uncle was slightly taken aback and turned to look at her.
Xiaoyue didn't speak, merely looking at him with her black eyes slightly narrowed.
Uncle's expression instantly changed. His gentle smile vanished, and his gaze became serious.
He nodded and turned back to look at Fang Qi.
"Fang Qi, you don't have to make a decision so quickly."
His voice remained steady, but beneath that steadiness lay a hint of urgency.
"Body modification is a major event, and you really should think it over carefully."
"We are not like Dawn; we won't force you."
He paused, his gaze landing on Fang Qi's face, his tone solemn.
"I just hope... you can make the right choice."
Then he stood up, his movements swift!
Xiaoyue took a step forward, her stiletto heels clicking sharply on the floor.
Fang Qi was stunned for a moment.
Wait...
They were leaving just like that?
He still had a lot of questions he hadn't asked!
He immediately spoke up. "Wait a minute, you guys..."
"Xiaoyue and I have urgent matters to attend to right now, we have to go."
Uncle interrupted him, his tone gentle but leaving no room for argument.
He glanced toward the exit of the screening room, then turned back to Fang Qi.
"You and Liguang can go downstairs to find Xiaoqing and Xiaoyou. They should still be waiting for you."
A gentle smile curled the corners of his mouth.
"If you figure things out later, you can also go straight to the Coca-Co milk tea shop to find Xiaoqing."
Fang Qi opened his mouth to say something, but looking at Uncle's face, which had already returned to its calm state...
The words that had rushed to his lips were swallowed back down.
...Forget it.
Since they said they had urgent matters, it wouldn't be appropriate for him to press further.
Besides...
Doesn't he still have Xiaoqing, and that... mysterious, good, team, mate of his!
He nodded. "Okay."
Uncle met his gaze for a moment, then nodded. There was something in his eyes—like a solemn entrustment, or perhaps an expectation.
He turned around and walked straight toward the exit.
Xiaoyue didn't follow immediately. She stood by the seats, looking down condescendingly at the silver-haired girl still nestled in Fang Qi's arms.
Her charming eyes narrowed slightly, and her red lips curled into a half-smile.
"Little Liguang, when you join Twilight in the future—"
Her voice was lazy, still slow and methodical:
"I will definitely 'educate' you well."
She seemed very confident, believing that Liguang would definitely join Twilight one day.
The friendly curve at the corner of the silver-haired girl's mouth stiffened slightly, and her crimson eye flashed!
But Xiaoyue had already turned away.
Her black hair scattered in the air, her stilettos clicking "clack, clack, clack" against the floor as she followed unhurriedly behind Uncle's receding figure.
The figures of the two simply disappeared at the entrance of the screening room.
The footsteps grew farther and lighter, until they could no longer be heard at all.
The screening room fell completely silent.
Fang Qi sat in his chair, staring at the empty doorway...
Feeling a bit bewildered.
Huh?
Wait... did they really just leave like that?
They told him so many "secrets," let him know about this bizarre movie theater, as well as Xiaoqing and Lin Xiaoyou's identities...
And then...
Just left so breezily?
Weren't they worried he'd go out and blab?
Were they that confident?!
He really felt... so confused right now!
These people, this "Twilight," what exactly were they...
"...Mas-ter?"
A voice came from his arms.
It was still soft, glutinous, and sweet.
Deadly "friendly"!
Fang Qi's eyelids twitched, and he looked down slightly.
The silver-haired girl was looking up at him with her small face, her expression obedient and sweet.
"Master, they left."
"They actually left..."
"So..."
She tilted her little head, staring straight at him:
"Why is that?"
"Why did Master..."
She popped out the words one by one, her voice sickeningly sweet.
"Not, a-gree, to, be, al-tered, by, Li-guang?"
Fang Qi: "..."
"Smack!"
He slapped a hand right onto that little head wearing a beret.
Crisp and loud!
"Ugh!"
The silver-haired girl's head bobbed from the smack. She clutched her head with both hands, her "friendly" expression instantly shattering to pieces.
Very well!
What was there to explain!
Dealing with this little yandere required direct physical action!
Fang Qi glared at her:
"For such an important matter, of course Master has to think about it!"
The silver-haired girl blinked.
"...Think about it?"
She murmured, her voice very soft.
The watery sheen in her heterochromatic eyes hadn't faded, but the crimson in her red eye started swirling again.
"Being altered by Liguang... requires thinking about...?"
Fang Qi: "..."
What the f*ck...!
Stop thinking about it!
He grabbed her small hand and stood up from the chair!
The silver-haired girl was still in his arms and almost fell out of the seat!
She hurriedly grabbed onto his arm in a flurry.
"Let's go!"
He stared toward the exit of the screening room, his voice...
Carrying a hint of gritted teeth!
"We're going down to the 'Coca-Co' milk tea shop to meet Xiaoqing and Lin Xiaoyou!"
He paused, the corner of his mouth hooking into a not-so-kind arc.
"Your Master here has a lot, a lot of things..."
"That I want to say to Lin Xiaoyou!"
He squeezed the last few words out from between his teeth!
Since he couldn't solve the conflict...
He would transfer the conflict!
Xiaoyou, my good teammate... help me draw the aggro one more time!
The silver-haired girl hugged his arm, looking up at him with her small face.
Those heterochromatic eyes blinked, and then...
The crimson in her red eye suddenly flashed brightly!
Her little mouth also curled up.
"Master~"
Her voice was soft and glutinous, carrying a faint excitement:
"If Miss Lin is disobedient—"
She narrowed her eyes, the crimson in her red eye dancing cheerfully!
"Liguang can help too~"
The two looked at each other.
Fang Qi's lips curled up, and Liguang's lips curled up as well.
Both faces were smiling... but neither looked very kind!
Fang Qi pulled her hand, taking large strides toward the door.
The silver-haired girl was dragged into a jog, her little leather shoes clicking "clack, clack, clack" on the floor, her beret tilting to the side again.
But she just looked up at him with her small face, a sweet curve on her lips.
"Master~"
"Yeah?"
"You will agree to the alteration, right?"
"..."
"Master~"
"Shut up."
"Hehe, Master can't escape~"
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] [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.”
