Maomao obediently sat down beside Lin Yu.
The next moment.
Lin Yu handed the ice cream he had just brought over back to Maomao, miming the motion of tearing it open.
Maomao: "Yu, you... don’t want to eat it?"
Lin Yu: "..."
Even in dreams, she’s just as slow!
Did she completely miss the gesture he just made?
Wasn’t his meaning obvious?
Lin Yu sighed helplessly:
"I meant for you to open it for me!"
Only then did Maomao react, nodding:
"Oh, I thought you didn’t want any..."
Midway through the motion, Maomao paused again.
She shot him a suspicious look and asked:
"Yu, why don’t you open it yourself?"
"Are you too tired to even do that?"
Lin Yu: "..."
If he’d known it would turn out like this,
he would never have tried this little flirtatious move on her.
Instead of setting the mood, the whole situation just turned awkward!
Lin Yu snatched the ice cream back and tore open the wrapper with a loud "rip" right in front of Maomao.
Maomao fell silent: "..."
Yu really was a strange one.
He could clearly do it himself.
So why did he need her help?
She couldn’t understand what was going on in his mind.
After just a few seconds of curiosity, Maomao asked again:
"Yu, you still haven’t told me—what’s the ‘trouble’ you mentioned?"
Having had her romantic mood ruined, Lin Yu replied irritably:
"Of course, it’s about cleaning!"
"Think about it—no matter how tightly you fit puzzle pieces together, there are still gaps, right?"
"Those are perfect spots for dirt to hide."
"It’s a real pain to clean!"
Maomao blinked at him with an innocent expression.
Lin Yu: "Why are you looking at me? Do you think I’m wrong?"
Maomao shook her head: "No, you’re absolutely right. But... I could just hire a housekeeper, couldn’t I?"
Lin Yu: "..."
He was left speechless!
Maomao wasn’t wrong at all…
Rich people always hired help, didn’t they?
And if not, they could always call a cleaning service.
Lin Yu had never lived a life where he didn’t lift a finger.
His mindset just didn’t account for that possibility.
Maomao, on the other hand, had grown up in that kind of luxury.
After seeing her do a bit of housework recently, Lin Yu had almost mistaken her for someone like himself.
Sigh.
Even though Lin Yu had come into money lately,
his mentality hadn’t fully caught up yet.
And here he was, getting schooled by Maomao.
Seeing Lin Yu lost in thought, Maomao suddenly seemed to realize something:
"I get it now, Yu."
"You mean…"
"To live independently, you have to get used to doing things yourself, right?"
"Just now, my first instinct was to take a shortcut. Ying’er taught me a phrase for moments like this…"
"Only you would think of that!"
Lin Yu: "???"
Ying’er really taught her everything!
Hearing that from Maomao was as bizarre as hearing Agumon say "Darn weeds."
Maomao added earnestly:
"Yu, you really know how to live life!"
Lin Yu was even more dumbfounded.
Know how to live a hard life?
Thanks a lot!
If there was no need to suffer, why force it?
Hiring a housekeeper sounded perfectly fine.
Lin Yu had already realized his mistake and stopped talking.
Why was she still rubbing it in?
Should he just slap himself twice now?
Shaking off the pointless thoughts,
Lin Yu quickly steadied his emotions.
The bad mood from his senior’s dream shouldn’t spill over into this one.
Stay calm, stay calm.
It’s over now.
This is a new dream, and Maomao hasn’t done anything wrong.
Completely unaware of Lin Yu’s inner turmoil,
Maomao looked at the two thick stacks of puzzle pieces and asked excitedly:
"Yu, do you know how to build a castle?"
Lin Yu followed her gaze:
"With puzzle pieces?"
Maomao nodded seriously:
"When I was little, my family didn’t have puzzles, but I saw the neighbor’s kids build one—a big, beautiful castle."
"After I moved in with Aunt Ruxue, I never played with puzzles again."
Honest people never hide their desires.
As she spoke, Maomao’s eyes sparkled with anticipation.
It was clear—
she really wanted her own "tiny castle"!
Lin Yu quickly finished his ice cream, stood up, and clapped his hands:
"Alright, let’s do it! It’s just building a house, right?"
"When I was a kid, I built the best forts out of couch cushions!"
Maomao’s face lit up with joy:
"Yu, really? You can actually build one?"
"Will you help me?"
Lin Yu replied:
"Don’t just sit back and watch—you’re in charge of handing me the pieces, and I’ll build."
"We’ll work together to finish faster."
Fulfilling a child’s dream in a dream—
let it be a sweet one.
Even long after waking up, she’d still remember it fondly.
This… shouldn’t count as work, right?
Ah, whatever.
"Maomao, do you have any ideas for the puzzle castle?"
"What kind of style or design do you want?"
Maomao thought carefully before answering:
"I want a rectangular castle. It doesn’t have to be big—just enough to fit me inside."
"Preferably something cozy and private, where I can lie down safely."
Lin Yu: "..."
To be precise…
What she was describing sounded a lot like…
a coffin!
Could that even be called a castle?
Still, Maomao’s abstract description gave Lin Yu some direction.
"Got it. Let’s get to work!"
With Lin Yu’s command, the scene quickly became lively.
After all, this was a dream.
He didn’t actually need to move his hands—just a thought, and the puzzle pieces assembled themselves into shape.
Soon,
a small, house-like 3D puzzle stood on the bedroom floor.
Lin Yu deliberately made the entrance small—
so small that even Maomao would have to crawl to get in.
A bigger door would ruin the sense of privacy.
[Ding!]
[Masterful craftsmanship! The Saint’s divine skill leaves the outer disciples in awe!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Divine skill…
The reward almost made Lin Yu blush.
Apparently,
Maomao was very satisfied with his castle.
"If you want to know if it’s what you imagined, why not try going inside?"
Lin Yu pointed at the "tiny castle," inviting Maomao to test it out.
Even without his suggestion,
Maomao was already planning to do so.
She took off her shoes and crawled through the entrance.
The door was small, but the inside wasn’t cramped.
Sitting inside, Maomao’s head still had plenty of space from the "ceiling."
What kind of castle would it be if there wasn’t even room to move?
Aside from being cleverly designed, the castle was also incredibly sturdy.
Lin Yu had infused it with the power of laws, turning it into an "iron fortress."
As long as Maomao’s dream lasted,
even if the apocalypse came, no zombie could break through this puzzle castle!
Of course,
if Lin Yu used the last two pieces to "lock the door" later…
the fortress would become an "inescapable prison."
...
(Bonus chapter delivered! That’s all for today—see you tomorrow. If you have time, please show your support—much appreciated! Goodnight, everyone!)
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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?"
] [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!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
