If it weren't for knowing this was Aunt Ru Xue's dream and getting such a close-up look at her face and features, Lin Yu would never have dared to connect the explosive-haired, bespectacled girl before him with the coldly glamorous Aunt Ru Xue from over a decade later.
What on earth had she gone through all these years?
How could she have changed so much?
Unlike Fang Xinran's situation, the Du Ruxue before him clearly didn’t recognize Lin Yu.
And she seemed to harbor intense hostility toward this sudden stranger.
Seriously, is the outside world really that chaotic?
Pulling out a "great equalizer" right off the bat?!
With the truth in hand, the earlier collision was nothing.
At this point, Lin Yu hadn’t yet verified…
If he were to be "sent on a pilgrimage" by the dream’s owner within the dream world, would it have any effect on him in reality?
Best not to test it.
Even if there were no real consequences, the psychological trauma alone wouldn’t be worth it!
Hearing Lin Yu speak, Du Ruxue shifted her eye slightly away from the rifle’s scope.
Lin Yu tilted his head slightly, trying to avoid the direct line of the barrel.
One of the things he hated most in life was having a gun pointed at his head!
Yet the next moment, Lin Yu gasped inwardly:
Hacks!
As he moved, the gun barrel twisted and deformed on its own.
No matter how he dodged, it contorted to keep pointing at his head.
Lin Yu: "???"
He tried shifting his head back to its original position—miraculously, the barrel straightened out again.
After three futile attempts, Lin Yu gave up in resignation.
What’s the point of playing against a cheater?
100% headshot accuracy!
Even when he was hacking in games, Lin Yu never made it this obvious.
This also gave Lin Yu a deep appreciation for just how buggy Aunt Ru Xue’s dream world was.
As long as the program runs, who cares about the bugs, right?
Typical programmer logic!
"You speak Mandarin?" Du Ruxue finally spoke again.
Lin Yu replied casually,
"Yeah, obviously?"
"Can’t you tell? I’m Chinese!"
Du Ruxue lowered the old-fashioned hunting rifle, adjusted her glasses, and scrutinized Lin Yu closely.
Lin Yu: "..."
Her nearsightedness is this bad too?
She’s on par with Chang Xiaoxiao!
Does it take her a moment to recognize someone as Chinese?
Back at the apartment, she didn’t seem this blind—was she wearing contacts?
"Sorry, my apologies. I thought they’d come back…"
Du Ruxue put away the rifle and patted her ample chest in a "surviving a disaster" gesture.
Lin Yu’s attention, however, wasn’t entirely on her figure.
Her words carried a lot of implications!
Who were "they"?
What did "come back" mean?
Even in a dream world, where everything is exaggerated, this still reflected Du Ruxue’s subconscious attitude toward "them."
To greet them with a hunting rifle and 100% headshot intent…
"They" must be enemies she loathed to the bone!
Originally, Lin Yu had entered the dream with the goal of practicing a [Virtual Aunt Conquest].
But now, right after entering, he realized there was a bigger issue.
Perhaps…
Du Ruxue’s years studying alone abroad hadn’t been easy.
Lin Yu sorted through his thoughts, considering the best way to respond.
But before he could speak, the scene before him abruptly changed.
When he regained his senses, he was sitting on a sofa inside a house.
Through the window, he could still see the off-road vehicle outside.
In other words—
Lin Yu had been transported into Du Ruxue’s home!
The scene transition was this fast?
No dialogue or transition—just straight into her house?
How erratic is Du Ruxue’s thought process?!
And… where is she?
She appeared out of nowhere earlier, and now she’s vanished just as suddenly.
No idea what she’s up to!
The last dream world felt like being in prison.
Now it’s more like riding a rollercoaster!
If your mind isn’t quick enough, you can’t keep up with the rapid changes.
Lin Yu steadied himself and began observing the furnishings on the first floor.
Studying abroad suggested Du Ruxue’s family was well-off financially.
And as a late-20th-century international student, she should’ve been even wealthier.
Yet apart from some shabby, basic furniture, there wasn’t anything valuable in sight.
The second floor wasn’t fully visible, but it probably wasn’t much better.
Living conditions this poor didn’t match the image of someone loaded.
"Crash—"
"Thud! Clang! Bang!"
"..."
While Lin Yu was lost in thought, a series of clattering noises came from the staircase, as if something had spilled.
He quickly stood and headed toward the stairs.
On the steps, alcohol, gauze, medicine bottles, scissors… an entire first-aid kit’s worth of supplies had scattered everywhere.
Du Ruxue sat on the stairs, clutching her leg with a pained grimace before standing up.
Lin Yu: "???"
Quite the spectacle—that must’ve been a nasty fall!
Seeing Lin Yu approach, Du Ruxue immediately said,
"Sorry, classmate, I was just getting the first-aid kit to treat your injuries…"
From their earlier exchange, Lin Yu hadn’t mentioned being hurt.
Hell, they’d barely spoken!
Just how much had her buggy dream brain filled in on its own?
At this rate…
"Maybe I should treat your injuries first? Your leg…"
Lin Yu pointed at Du Ruxue’s knee.
Before he could finish, Du Ruxue straightened up and declared earnestly,
"It’s fine! I don’t feel any pain at all!!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Yeah, right!
It’s literally bleeding, hello?!
Why put on such a tough act now?
Still, there was something oddly endearing about Du Ruxue’s stubbornness.
Young Aunt Ru Xue was actually pretty amusing.
How did she turn into that icy, aloof version in middle age?
The more Lin Yu saw, the more curious he became.
Just how thoroughly had time reshaped her?
As the two stood awkwardly on the stairs, the roar of engines and the shouts of young men erupted from the road outside.
"Whoo! Ooooh!"
"Yeehaw! Woo!"
"..."
The rowdy noise sounded like a pack of howler monkeys.
What the hell?
Filming Planet of the Apes or something?
Just as Lin Yu was baffled—
"Click!"
"Click!"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
The vanished hunting rifle suddenly reappeared in Du Ruxue’s hands.
In a dream, conjuring objects out of thin air wasn’t shocking.
But…
Grabbing a weapon for defense could only mean one thing—
"They" were here.
...
(First update today! More chapters coming soon—hoping to avoid getting stuck in the deep river. Your support with love and power is greatly appreciated!)
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?"
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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...
