[Ding!]
[God-tier skills! Your masterful finger techniques have left the Elder of the Formation Hall utterly captivated, lowering his seniority to beg you for more!]
[Reward: 20 spirit stones.]
With those words, Mo Shangying had already lost all her momentum.
The initiative was now back in Lin Yu’s hands.
Lin Yu clasped his hands behind his back, mimicking Mo Shangying’s earlier smug expression as he taunted her:
“Ying’er, don’t say that. I much preferred your earlier unyielding arrogance. Try to get back to that, will you?”
Mo Shangying flailed her feet against Lin Yu’s legs in frustration:
“No more arrogance, I promise! Little Yu, Little Yu, just a bit longer, okay?”
Lin Yu pointed at her restless feet and teased:
“Hey now, watch it!”
“I’m the shameless pervert you’ve already seen through, remember?”
“How can you give a pervert like me an opening?”
“Mind your manners, pure maiden.”
When her footwork failed, Mo Shangying switched tactics, grabbing Lin Yu’s arm and shaking it pleadingly:
“Good Little Yu, just keep going.”
“Fine, I’m the pervert, not you! Happy now?”
“I promise you won’t lose out. When the World Cup finals come around, I’ll cover your bets!”
“Six hundred… no, no—a thousand!”
“Okay? Please?”
Hearing her promises and sweeteners, Lin Yu’s eyes gleamed. He pointed imperiously toward the bed:
“Sitting here barely taps into 10% of my skills. Go… lie down and wait for me.”
Mo Shangying bolted to the bed, obediently lying down, her heart pounding with anticipation for what Lin Yu would do next.
Lin Yu cracked his knuckles, steeling his resolve.
Today, he would unleash the full might of his [Pleasure Phoenix Taming Fingers]—this genius little hacker would be addicted in one session!
……
Forty minutes later.
[Ding!]
[Congratulations, Host! Daily quest “Hidden Ailments (Massage Therapy)” completed successfully. Reward: 80 sect contribution points, 40 spirit stones!]
[Current stats:]
[Sect Contribution: 180]
[Spirit Stones: 100]
Hearing the system’s chime, Lin Yu set down the moisturizer and withdrew his techniques.
If he kept going, he wasn’t sure he could hold out any longer.
Lasting forty minutes was already a miracle.
Now that Mo Shangying had willingly walked into his trap, there was no need to rush things.
After washing up in the bathroom, Lin Yu grabbed a few tissues from the table and tossed the entire box to Mo Shangying:
“Clean yourself up. I’m heading out.”
Before leaving, he reminded her not to skip dinner.
Alone in the room, Mo Shangying lay curled up, a sheen of sweat on her forehead.
Her limbs burned with lingering warmth.
Since living alone, this was the first time she’d felt such blissful comfort!
“So good… Little Yu is seriously amazing…”
She kept muttering to herself, dazed.
……
Lin Yu descended to the third floor, exhaling in satisfaction.
His first day back in this life had been incredibly fruitful.
Looking back on his wasted youth in his past life, he’d missed far too many opportunities.
This time, he wouldn’t repeat the same naive mistakes.
Beauty, wealth, and now a “sect”—he wanted it all!
As he reached the second-floor landing—
Thud!
The sound of something hitting the ground startled him.
He paused and looked over.
A tall girl stood there, dressed in a cherry-blossom-pink-and-white hooded sweatshirt—or was it a hooded dress?
Lin Yu wasn’t sure how to describe it.
The oversized sweatshirt draped over her frame, revealing two porcelain-smooth legs that practically glowed.
At first glance, it looked like she was wearing nothing underneath—just the sweatshirt as a dress.
Only upon closer inspection could he spot the hem of white shorts peeking out.
The girl was at least 5’7”.
Even with the hood up, her chestnut-brown, tousled short hair refused to be tamed.
A playful cowlick stuck out from under the brim.
Her oversized black-framed glasses had slid down her nose as she blinked at Lin Yu, frozen.
It was the peak of summer. While the apartment was cool, it wasn’t hoodie-in-90°F-weather cool.
Did she have to bundle up like this?
Were there monsters in the apartment?
If anyone else dressed like this, Lin Yu would’ve found it bizarre.
But on this girl? It somehow fit.
Ye Mengfu!
The 22-year-old resident of Room 202.
By profession, she was allegedly a children’s book illustrator.
Given her line of work, she spent most days holed up in her room drawing.
And she was the most socially awkward girl in the entire apartment!
In the six months since moving in, she’d exchanged fewer than five sentences with Lin Yu—none exceeding three words.
From roommate gossip, Lin Yu knew she treated everyone this way.
Early on, some even wondered if she was mute.
And one thing Lin Yu couldn’t ignore—
Ye Mengfu was the only other person in the apartment, besides Aunt Qimeng, whose name included the character “Meng” (dream).
She was also the prime suspect for being “SilentDream Rain”—his online girlfriend who refused to meet in person.
Hiding behind a screen? Totally something Ye Mengfu would do!
Lin Yu glanced at the dropped sketchbook.
She must’ve been heading out to draw—what artists called “sketching en plein air.”
Even with his suspicions, Lin Yu wasn’t about to confront her outright.
He flashed a warm smile and waved politely:
“Sis Fu, going out to dra—”
Before he could finish, Ye Mengfu reacted as if she’d seen a ghost.
She snatched up the sketchbook and bolted for her room like her life depended on it.
Lin Yu: “???”
Weird.
Why run?
Guilty conscience?
Is SilentDream Rain really her?
Chase!
Ye Mengfu, panicked as a startled deer, scrambled for her door.
Click… click-click…
She fumbled with the handle two, three times before realizing—
It’s locked!
By the time she reached for her keys, it was too late.
A shadow loomed over her, blocking the sunlight from the hallway window, engulfing her completely.
She stiffened, not daring to turn around.
Thud!
In her flustered state, the sketchbook slipped from her arms again.
This time, as she bent to pick it up, a larger hand got there first.
Ye Mengfu shot upright, now rigidly facing her locked door.
Lin Yu, standing behind her: “…”
Is she for real?
Social anxiety has limits.
Is she just gonna keep her back to me forever?
] 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.
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.”
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
