Watching Chi Qingchi hesitate,
Lin Yu secretly felt a surge of satisfaction.
Trying to butter him up?
As if it were that easy!
Feigning displeasure, he said,
"What's this? Afraid of dirtying your clothes? Just wait outside then."
"Anyway, I wasn’t planning on having anyone help."
"Little silly Chi, you’d better not have anything to ask of me later!"
Chi Qingchi’s eyes widened: "!!!"
Could Lin Yu read minds?
Or had he already figured out she needed his help?
His words sounded almost deliberately aimed at her.
If she refused to chop the scallions now, how could she bring up her request later?
The upcoming comic convention was short on male cosplayers, and as the "event coordinator," she needed to find someone.
Thinking of the missing anime character, Chi Qingchi’s first thought was Lin Yu.
It wasn’t that she didn’t know other guys.
But for cosplay, the resemblance between the person and the character was crucial.
Once she matched the role to Lin Yu,
no other guy could even compare in her mind.
Fine, scallions it was!
She couldn’t let her chance to ask for help be ruined before she even opened her mouth.
"Who said I was afraid? Of course not!"
"Lin Yu, leave the scallions to me."
"Should I chop them finely or into sections?"
As she spoke, she sidled up to Lin Yu,
rolling up her sleeves as if ready to get to work.
Not bad.
Her attitude when asking for a favor was quite satisfying to Lin Yu.
He dipped his finger in flour and playfully dabbed it on her nose, teasing,
"Alright, I could tell you were up to something the moment you walked in."
"Out with it—what do you need my help with?"
Lin Yu’s perceptiveness didn’t surprise Chi Qingchi.
With her flour-dusted nose, she grinned and said,
"Hehe, I knew I couldn’t hide anything from you, Lin Yu."
"It’s just a teeny-tiny favor I’m hoping you’ll do for me."
Lin Yu took the bait:
"Then tell me, what’s this ‘teeny-tiny’ favor of yours?"
Chi Qingchi pulled out her phone, scrolled through it, and pulled up an image of an anime character.
"Lin Yu, do you recognize him?"
Lin Yu took a closer look:
"Tokyo Ghoul’s... Kaneki Ken?"
Chi Qingchi lit up with excitement:
"Yes, yes! I knew you’d have watched this, Lin Yu!"
"You really have seen everything, huh?"
Lin Yu raised an eyebrow:
"‘Seen everything’... is that supposed to be a compliment?"
Chi Qingchi giggled:
"For now, it is! Anyway, look at this picture—notice anything?"
Lin Yu deadpanned:
"That he’s paler than you?"
Chi Qingchi waved her hands:
"That’s not the point! The point is... he looks just like you, doesn’t he?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Well, if he dyed his hair white... it wouldn’t be too far off.
Chi Qingchi’s way of buttering someone up was far smoother than her sister’s.
Even though he knew it was flattery,
it still felt pretty good to hear.
But then again...
She wanted him to cosplay Kaneki Ken?
At a crowded comic convention? That was downright embarrassing.
So far, he’d skipped many urgent or daily tasks simply because they didn’t suit him.
He could always revisit them later—they weren’t critical to his plans anyway.
But this convention-related request might mean a lot to the little otaku girl.
He’d already been reborn once—why cling to dignity now?
Hadn’t he done plenty of embarrassing things lately?
What was one more?
"Hey, hey, hold off on the compliments."
"Something tells me you’re scheming. Spit it out—what’s the favor?"
"If you don’t say it soon, I’ll really make you chop those scallions!"
Lin Yu pretended not to know, prompting her.
Chi Qingchi held up her phone and said sweetly,
"Lin Yu, here’s the thing..."
"Next Tuesday, there’s a comic convention. I’m the event coordinator for Pingchuan University’s anime club."
"We want to do a Kaneki Ken cosplay, and you’re our top pick!"
"Could you free up your Tuesday for us?"
"I’ll owe you a million favors—anything you need, just say the word!"
"Pleaaase..."
Tch.
"Top pick"?
The way Chi Qingchi sweet-talked him was almost like his own tactics.
Whether he agreed or not, she’d already laid on the praise thick.
As if rejecting her would mean losing the "perfect candidate" for the role.
Ah, well.
For that last promise alone, it was worth saying yes.
"Tuesday... I am free, but what about the costume and accessories..."
Of course, Lin Yu didn’t actually care about that.
He just didn’t want to make it too easy for her.
"We’ll handle it all!"
"I brought a measuring tape—let me get your measurements now."
"There’s a shop at Spring Plaza—our club can buy everything today!"
"The anime club’s got plenty of funding, you know~"
"Lin Yu, let’s consider this settled, okay? Thank you, thank you!"
Chi Qingchi quickly sealed the deal,
afraid Lin Yu might have second thoughts if she hesitated.
...
Before long.
The restaurant gradually grew livelier.
Aunt Qimeng, Chi Qingshui, and Ye Mengfu arrived one after another.
Lin Yu greeted them warmly:
"No one needs to help—just take your seats and wait."
"This breakfast was specially prepared for..."
"You all!"
[Ding!]
[Masterful move! A breakfast and affectionate greeting prepared especially for your cultivation partners sends their love surging!]
[Reward: 50 spirit stones.]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move…]
[Ding!]
[Masterful move…]
A simple sentence.
Yet it swept through the three cultivation partners present.
Aunt Qimeng managed her expression fairly well.
In contrast, Chi Qingshui and Ye Mengfu wore their youthful nervousness plainly on their faces.
Such wonderful days were becoming more and more delightful!
After a few more minutes,
the restaurant grew several times livelier.
Tang Yimian, Xia Yiwei, and Maomao, having finished freshening up, also arrived.
Though they had all lived together in the same apartment for quite some time,
mornings as bustling as this were rare.
The women didn’t exchange words,
yet they could faintly sense
that only Lin Yu had the "charisma"
to gather so many at once.
Lin Yu had indeed said no help was needed,
but Aunt Qimeng still stepped forward, dutifully picking up a stack of bowls:
"Xiao Yu, let me help you."
"After we eat, don’t worry about cleaning up—I’ll take care of it."
As she spoke,
Aunt Qimeng glanced at Lin Yu.
Just one glance.
Yet Lin Yu immediately noticed something unusual.
This look from Aunt Qimeng…
Meant something was up!
] 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.”
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.
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!
