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!)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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!
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
