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.
……
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ver to a world of cultivation and returned invincible. Modern medicine is child's play compared to elixirs; technological might crumbles before true cultivation. My name is Qin Ning, Earth's sole cultivator!
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
