As his consciousness drifted into a relaxed state, the scene before his eyes shifted naturally.
Wait, it wasn't a blinding white light...
This time, it was the blinding glare of fire!
As the curtain of fire fell, the surroundings gradually became clear.
Lin Yu was sitting in a room that resembled an office, his hands tied behind his back.
Strapped with a bomb vest, he was bound tightly to a chair with heavy chains.
Lin Yu: "???"
Hostage rescue?
This was the dream world of the Queen of Dirty Jokes!
So, he was the hostage? The person waiting to be saved was actually him?
It wasn't Huang Feirong at all!
Okay, fine.
Lin Yu had definitely let his guard down.
When he saw the dream description earlier, he hadn't thought it through.
Given the thought process of the Queen of Dirty Jokes, this wasn't exactly unexpected.
"Boom!"
Immediately after.
A deafening explosion rang out.
Lin Yu finally realized what the earlier firelight was about.
Someone was throwing grenades!
The explosion was precisely at the office door.
It seemed the "enemy" was putting up a stubborn fight to stop the rescue.
Now, he just had to wait for Rongrong's arrival.
He wondered how long it would take her to lead the team to the office.
Lin Yu had spectated Huang Feirong playing *CrossFire* during an all-nighter at the internet café.
How should he put this...
Dancing games were much more suitable for her!
Game sense, positioning, accuracy...
She wasn't a total noob, but individually, her skills were only beginner level.
Good enough to bully elementary schoolers.
But against anyone who actually knew how to play, she'd be exposed instantly!
Just as Lin Yu was wondering how many minutes it would take Huang Feirong to appear.
The small window to his side shattered with a *bang*, and a bullet grazed past Lin Yu's hair.
It sent a chill down his spine!
Even knowing it was fake, his brain couldn't help but react in such a realistic environment.
If his head had been an inch higher just then, wouldn't he have been headshot on the spot?
Lin Yu looked toward the window in shock.
Huang Feirong, dressed in a Defender's tactical gear, stumbled through the window.
She found a desk for cover, quickly crouching and aiming her gun around.
He had to admit.
Huang Feirong looked pretty intense in that Defender uniform.
Her figure was already curvaceous, and with the added layer of body armor...
*Emmm*...
It definitely had a unique appeal!
It was just her gaming skills that were... hard to describe.
She didn't bother clearing corners or checking if terrorists were hiding anywhere.
She just held her AK and spun three hundred and sixty degrees, only checking the immediate area around the desk.
Lin Yu: "..."
Forget it, forget it.
Being bad wasn't her fault.
Noobs had the right to play too; he shouldn't hold prejudices against Rongrong.
Lin Yu couldn't wait any longer and spoke up directly:
"Stop looking, Goddess of Guns. There's no one here but me."
Hearing Lin Yu's voice, Huang Feirong immediately scooted over and said:
"Dayu, shut your mouth!"
"In a live-action shooter, according to the rules, we can't talk to each other."
Lin Yu: "???"
She was actually being a stickler for rules?
Discussing regulations with him face-to-face?
Lin Yu questioned her on the spot:
"Then do the rules say if the hostage gets blown up in front of you, do you win or lose?"
Huang Feirong suddenly realized the situation and stammered:
"Oh, right, right, right. I almost forgot because you didn't mention it."
"I should defuse the bomb on you first!"
As she spoke.
Huang Feirong slung the AK over her back and pulled a pair of pliers out of her waist pack.
Lin Yu: "..."
This game was really going for realism, huh?
You actually needed pliers to defuse a bomb!
Huang Feirong crouched in front of Lin Yu. The moment she saw the time bomb...
"Pfft!"
She laughed.
She actually started laughing?
Lin Yu asked with a face full of question marks:
"Ms. Defender, may I ask what you're laughing at?"
"Is a law-abiding citizen strapped to a time bomb that funny to you?"
Huang Feirong waved her hand, explaining:
"Sorry, sorry, my bad. I was just zoning out a bit."
"I was just thinking, look..."
"If I snip with these pliers and accidentally cut it crooked..."
"Would you become the only eunuch since the Republic era?"
"Then when you face the colorful world out there later, wouldn't you lose the ability to 'stand at attention'?"
"And in the future, if I tell you dirty jokes, even the kind where I take my pants off, would you just be left weeping in vain?"
Lin Yu's fist clenched hard: "..."
What kind of hellish joke was that?
Was Rongrong's mental world this twisted?
In such a high-stakes, urgent game, she could still spill such filth.
She really didn't know how to read the room!
"Rongrong, do you think you're funny?"
"Look at the time, sister! The bomb has a minute and a half left!"
"If you don't play a game to win, then why play at all?"
Huang Feirong raised her index finger and said solemnly:
"Eh!"
"Dayu, I have to disagree with you there."
"You can't have that mindset. Speaking of gaming..."
Lin Yu: "Enough!!"
A furious roar made Huang Feirong shut her mouth instantly.
If she hadn't, Lin Yu might have gone berserk right there.
"Can you save your grand philosophies for after we get out?"
"Hurry up and defuse the bomb, Defender lady!"
Huang Feirong flashed an "OK" hand sign repeatedly:
"Alright, alright, alright. We're starting now. Don't panic, don't panic."
"Can I ask, which of the three 'bombs' should we dismantle first?"
Lin Yu raised his voice, his face flushing red:
"What are you talking about? What are you saying now?!"
"It's just one time bomb! Where do you see three?"
Huang Feirong: "Oh, right, right, right. Just one. I almost counted the two inside your pants."
Lin Yu: "..."
Facing ordinary girls, Lin Yu always held the upper hand.
Facing the Queen of Dirty Jokes, Lin Yu couldn't even control his temperature rising.
It felt like he was using all his martial arts, while the opponent was just trying to grope his boxers.
It was too hard!
Having a serious conversation with Rongrong was just too difficult.
He had to talk until his mouth was dry just to get her to officially start the bomb disposal phase.
Immediately after.
Huang Feirong clamped down with the pliers, snipping the red wire.
"Beep beep beep beep beep..."
Instead of stopping, the countdown accelerated.
Lin Yu: "???"
Was this really happening?
It's just a game, did it have to be this realistic?
Huang Feirong threw the pliers on the ground and bolted for the exit.
As she ran, she shouted back:
"Dayu, don't be scared! Just bear with it, it'll be over in a second."
"I'll respawn and try again! I'll definitely save you in the next round!"
Lin Yu: "..."
Bear with it?
He couldn't bear it!
It had to be this round!
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!
] [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!"
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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.”
