Lin Yu stared at the computer screen, inexplicably lost in thought.
It was Plants vs. Zombies, alright—but the zombies squirming on the screen…
seemed a little different?
The head on one of them bore an uncanny resemblance to Lin Yu’s own face—like an 80% match!
And this damn Peashooter…
Wait, no.
Should it be called the "Pea Ammo Specialist"?
It was even unleashing its ultimate move, summoning the Black Rose Special Forces!
"Master, this game is called ‘Underground Plants vs. Apartment Zombies.’"
"There are over 300 types of plants and more than 60 zombie variants."
"Wanna give it a try? Every level is hellishly difficult!"
"Rat-tat-tat… rat-tat-tat…"
As she spoke, Mo Shangying’s hands blurred across the keyboard and mouse with inhuman speed.
The moment Lin Yu realized this version of Plants vs. Zombies required keyboard controls,
he knew it was better not to dive into this rabbit hole.
The reflexes he’d honed over the years? Yeah, they sure as hell weren’t meant for gaming.
"Ying’er, you keep this ‘enjoyment’ to yourself. I really don’t get you people."
"Isn’t gaming supposed to be relaxing and fun?"
"What kind of masochist seeks out torture like this?"
Lin Yu shook his head in disbelief.
Mo Shangying continued her rapid-fire inputs, grinning.
"The pleasure comes from crushing impossible challenges!"
"Master, if you don’t like playing… is it because you’re just bad at it?"
"Heh!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Bad at it?
Him?
And she dared to "heh" at him?!
"Ying’er, get down."
Lin Yu’s tone turned deadly serious.
As if she’d expected this, Mo Shangying hopped off the chair lightning-fast.
"I knew you’d be interested, Master."
"Every girl in our apartment has their own zombie model in the game’s skins."
"Pick whoever you want to… eliminate. The choice is yours."
Lin Yu: "???"
What kind of age-restricted game design was this?
And it even allowed character-specific… discipline?
Lin Yu straightened his posture, adopting a solemn expression.
"I’ll select you today. This occasion calls for… a thorough lesson."
Mo Shangying instantly grasped the subtext.
As she leaned over to switch skins on the keyboard,
she deliberately raised her voice in challenge:
"Master, I bet you can’t even clear the first level. How about a wager? A hundred bucks—"
Then, in a whisper only the two of them could hear:
"—plus the right to initiate tonight’s first ‘combat engagement.’"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
This audacious disciple!
Planning to ride roughshod over him today?
At least she’d said "first"—meaning she hadn’t entirely underestimated her master’s endurance.
Lin Yu’s gaze flicked toward Ye Mengfu.
Little Fufu seemed lost in her own flustered world,
completely oblivious to the rebellious disciple’s mental assault on their master.
"Hmph."
Lin Yu scoffed disdainfully.
"Ying’er, Ying’er… if I lacked skill, would I even be your master?"
"Just because I’ve been low-key, you think I’ve got no moves?"
"Now load the damn game alrea—"
"THEY’RE THAT BIG?!"
Mid-sentence, the zombie model finished loading.
A chibi-fied Mo Shangying appeared on-screen—complete with varied expressions and outfits.
But what stunned Lin Yu wasn’t the art style.
It was the two bombshells prominently displayed on the character’s chest!
His eyes instinctively darted to Ying’er’s loose pajama collar…
Perhaps because she’d already secured "engagement authorization,"
Mo Shangying noticed his glance but made no effort to conceal herself.
Tsk!
This little rebel always wore oversized sleepwear, and her outdoor clothes followed the same trend.
Turns out, within their apartment, Qi Meng Auntie wasn’t the only one with a figure concealed by fabric!
No wonder she could keep producing surprises…
She’d been hiding lethal weapons this whole time!
Mo Shangying stood up straight, grinning.
"Master, did you perhaps… misunderstand something about me?"
Lin Yu: "……"
If not for the presence of another partner in the room, Lin Yu would’ve conducted an in-depth inspection to clarify these "misunderstandings."
Clearly, activities like watching sports, movies, or anime should be a one-on-one affair.
More people just meant fewer opportunities to act.
"Ying’er, you’d better have that hundred ready."
"Explain the controls—I’m starting now!"
……
Fifteen minutes later.
Ding!
"Alipay notification: 500 yuan received."
Mo Shangying smiled at her phone’s alert.
"Thanks for the tip, Master!"
"Hehe, I wouldn’t mind if you challenged me ten more times."
"Clear the first level, and you’ll win it all back~"
Lin Yu: "……"
"Is this game even meant for humans?"
"If I play again, I’m a dog!"
Damn it!
The money wasn’t the issue—it was his wounded pride.
Ying’er hadn’t lied about the controls.
The problem was…
This godforsaken game was straight-up broken!
First attempt: Failed because "Armored Rebel" appeared.
Too tanky—firepower couldn’t keep up.
Second attempt (slightly wiser): Failed when a greatsword impaled a near-dead zombie, triggering an evolution.
Third…
Fourth…
By the fifth try, Lin Yu was confident he’d mastered all mechanics—time to showcase his skills.
After defeating every zombie…
Instead of a victory screen, four coffins emerged.
Straight-up Edo Tensei’d four "Ying-class" zombies!
At this point, Lin Yu seriously doubted the first level even had an ending.
Thoroughly humiliated, he needed to salvage his mood.
"I prepared snacks and fruits for tonight’s game."
"Little Fu, let Ying’er enjoy her torture simulator alone."
"Help me wash the fruits?"
Ye Mengfu: "Oh… o-okay."
Her heart skipped a beat at being singled out.
Lin Yu’s request sounded completely innocent—probably was.
But the thought of being alone with him, while Ying’er remained in the next room…
Her nerves went into overdrive.
Especially when—
As Lin Yu walked past her,
his finger lightly traced her palm (hidden behind her back).
Thud!
Ye Mengfu jolted violently, banging into the computer desk.
Mo Shangying raised an eyebrow.
"Little Fufu, if you don’t want to help, you can stay and rest."
"I can assist Master instead?"
Ye Mengfu shook her head rapidly.
"N-no, it’s not that…"
"Just… legs fell asleep from standing too long."
Clutching her tingling palm, she hurried after Lin Yu—
desperate to hide her crimson cheeks from Ying’er’s sharp eyes.
……
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?!
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!
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
