In the dream world, creating such a violent gust of wind...
Did the counselor want him dead or alive?
He had assumed the counselor must be a meticulous, logical girl.
But in reality—
Her thoughts were jumping around so much Lin Yu almost leaped off the edge!
This kind of scene? He’d never acted in anything like it before!
"Lin Yu! Calm down!"
"It’s really not your fault. You’re just too trusting—that’s not a crime."
"And between consenting adults... what you did doesn’t even count. No real relationship, no consequences."
"Come here, give me your hand, okay?"
Lin Yu turned to look behind him.
Miao Haixin stood trembling three meters away, her eyes filled with fear as she glanced around nervously.
Even though she was terrified, she still stretched out her hand, urging Lin Yu to take hold of it.
Lin Yu: "..."
Afraid of heights?
Then why design this kind of scenario?!
If a few words of persuasion were enough to make him step back,
wasn’t all this drama just completely unnecessary?
Logically speaking, Lin Yu should at least struggle a bit first.
He turned around, his back to the sheer cliff behind him.
He anchored himself firmly, bracing against the wind to avoid being blown off.
"Thank you, Counselor. I know you mean well."
"But Teacher Yan... she did that to me, and I didn’t even push her away."
"Just thinking about it drives me insane. You should go!"
Lin Yu shouted, his own words making his scalp tingle and his skin crawl.
Without a strong core mentality, spouting such cringeworthy lines would be impossible.
At the very least, it seemed to have an effect on the counselor.
She fought through her fear and quickened her steps toward him,
still loudly pleading:
"Don’t think like that! You’re still young—you don’t understand these things yet."
"This kind of thing doesn’t matter at all! No one cares!"
"Stop moving back! Don’t you dare—AH!"
Lin Yu: "???"
What the—?
An even more explosive twist?!
Under Lin Yu’s stunned gaze, Miao Haixin tripped over a rock.
Her already unsteady body, propelled by the wind, hurtled toward him in a flying tackle.
Lin Yu hadn’t planned to jump—but now she was dragging him into a forced double suicide?!
In the real world,
even if they were truly at the edge of a deadly precipice, Lin Yu’s skills could easily ensure both their safety.
But in a dream...
If they were gonna jump, then fine—who was afraid of who?
This was a reflection of the counselor’s inner world, so he might as well play along with the plot.
Admittedly, the storyline was a bit cliché.
She must’ve watched way too many romance dramas back in school.
Her dream was dripping with soap opera tropes—
just with a much spicier rating than anything that could air on TV.
THUD!
"Ah—!"
With a scream, the two of them plummeted over the cliff.
Even at this life-or-death moment, the dream world showed no signs of collapsing.
Lin Yu couldn’t help but marvel.
So there’s more plot after the fall, huh?
Very TV-drama of you.
Sure enough,
when the sensation of falling vanished, Lin Yu found himself holding Miao Haixin in his arms,
lying on a rocky riverside.
Hearing her groaning softly, Lin Yu tried to sit up with her in his arms—
but the moment he attempted it...
Lin Yu: "???"
What’s going on?
His body wouldn’t respond at all!
It was like controlling a stone statue—completely immobile.
Hiss—
Lin Yu sucked in a sharp breath.
Wait... was he...
dead?!
Using his mastery over the dream’s rules, Lin Yu shifted his perspective to an aerial view.
From above, he saw Miao Haixin sprawled perfectly on top of him,
while his own body lay motionless, mouth dripping blood—clearly beyond saving.
Lin Yu: "..."
So he’d become a human parachute, huh?
What kind of normal person comes up with this plot?!
He hadn’t wanted to die, yet she dragged him off the cliff.
Fine, if you’re gonna drag me, at least talk it out first!
But no—
When he refused to jump, she forced him into it anyway.
And if you’re gonna jump, why not get caught by some conveniently placed tree?
Nope!
Had to kill him off as the sacrificial cushion.
Lin Yu was tempted to sit up and ask her:
Counselor, do you even have manners?!
With his supernatural abilities, "resurrecting" was a piece of cake.
But Lin Yu held back for now, staying in his "ghost" form to observe.
Even after all this insanity, Miao Haixin’s dream world remained stable.
Seriously, what would scare her?
"Ugh... where...?"
Miao Haixin struggled to sit up, rubbing her dazed head as she tried to regain her bearings.
"Lin Yu... Lin Yu!!"
The moment she saw him beneath her, she scrambled off,
kneeling on the rocky shore, gripping his hand and shaking him desperately.
Lin Yu, watching from above: "..."
Stop shaking.
He’s obviously dead.
No amount of shaking will help—might as well call an ambulance.
Just as he thought this,
Miao Haixin actually did it.
With trembling hands, she pulled out her phone.
(Even though her dress had no pockets—dream logic, very reasonable.)
But then—
She held up the phone in despair,
limping around on her bleeding knees, searching for a signal.
Lin Yu sighed internally.
Of course.
No signal.
Classic plot device, textbook.
Within a few steps, Miao Haixin collapsed to her knees again.
In her own dream, she really didn’t go easy on herself.
Even with Lin Yu as her cushion, she’d given herself a full set of injuries.
Gritting her teeth, she crawled back to Lin Yu’s side,
placing her hands over his chest in CPR position.
If no help was coming, she’d have to try saving him herself.
Lin Yu perked up: "!!!"
The counselor’s CPR technique... better be professional.
After a few compressions,
Miao Haixin leaned down to give him mouth-to-mouth.
This was the moment Lin Yu had been waiting for.
Seizing the perfect timing, he activated his powers—
forcing his lifeless body back to "life."
In other words: He zombie’d.
After two breaths,
Miao Haixin’s eyes flew wide open: "!!!"
Something was wrong!
Why did it feel like something... tangled with her tongue?!
She jerked back, clapping a hand over her mouth.
Lin Yu sat up in sync, copying her gesture.
The two stared at each other in silence for a long moment.
Lin Yu’s mind raced, and he was the first to speak, voice shaky with faux distress:
"Counselor, you... you want it too?!"
Miao Haixin instantly understood his implication.
She waved her hands frantically:
"No no no no! Lin Yu, it’s not what you think!"
"I—I don’t want it!"
......
(Second update today, one more bonus chapter coming later—check back soon!)
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iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
