Lin Yu exerted a bit of mental control.
The ticking time bomb before him paused instantly, silencing the rhythmic *beep beep beep*.
A moment later.
With a metallic *clatter*, the chains binding Lin Yu fell away, dropping to the floor.
A time bomb? Please.
In the face of the Power of Law, it was fragile and utterly pathetic.
Holding Lin Yu hostage in a dream world? Did they really think he needed rescuing?
If he wanted to leave, he could move out whenever he pleased.
He had originally intended to play along with the Queen of Dirty Jokes to see if there were any interesting plot twists coming up.
But look how that turned out.
The "interesting twist" was her scrambling away, leaving Lin Yu behind to be blown into smithereens!
Today, Lin Yu was going to teach Huang Feirong how this game should actually be played.
Since he was young, Lin Yu had always wondered something.
If you don't want rescued hostages to suffer secondary harm from the terrorists, why not equip them with a gun right after you free them?
Wouldn't it be better if everyone fought their way out together?
Today.
In Huang Feirong's dream world, Lin Yu finally had the chance to experience it.
Just how satisfying it is to be a hostage who rescues himself!
"Eh? Dayu? Why did the beeping stop?"
"Did a teammate come to save you? Is it Yaoyao or Little Jiu?"
Huang Feirong, who had run off, noticed the bomb hadn't exploded and ran back.
She wanted to see what was going on.
The moment she saw Lin Yu...
Huang Feirong froze in place. "!!!"
At this moment, Lin Yu was no longer a hostage waiting to be saved.
He was decked out in a gleaming black bulletproof vest, a tactical helmet, and flash-guard goggles!
And the weapon in his hands was a blindingly dazzling... Golden Gatling Gun!
Huang Feirong circled Lin Yu, completely dumbfounded.
After holding it in for a long time, she slowly spoke:
"Dayu... bro?"
"Where did you get this gear? You're a whale!"
"Which one of us is the hostage here?"
"Why do you look more like a Defender here to save the day?"
Lin Yu couldn't be bothered to explain. Right now, he just wanted to vent his frustration!
He needed to reclaim his lost dignity in one go.
"Miss Defender, I suggest you stick close to me."
"If I charge too fast, it'll be easy to leave you behind!"
Even if Lin Yu hadn't said that, Huang Feirong was already doing it.
She crouched behind Lin Yu with practiced ease, looking up at him with adoring eyes:
"Rich God, please carry me!"
"Hurry, get me out of here! It's full of terrorists outside, I'm scared to death!"
"Rich God, where are you taking me?"
Lin Yu tugged at his trousers, speechless.
"You can grab my shirt, you know! Why are you pulling my pants?"
Huang Feirong let go in embarrassment, putting her palms together in apology and signaling him to go.
Lin Yu hoisted the Gatling gun onto his shoulder and strode toward the office door.
He was also curious to see what the terrorists in the Dirty Joke Queen's dream world actually looked like.
Lin Yu stepped out of the office and looked outside.
The very next second.
His heart pounding, he rushed back inside and slammed the door shut!
Lin Yu: "???"
What the hell?
The scene he just saw couldn't be described by any normal human logic.
Huang Feirong urged him:
"Rich God, let's go?"
"Why did you stop?"
Lin Yu looked down at Huang Feirong squatting by his leg.
After gathering his emotions for a good while, he couldn't help but say:
"Outside... outside, it's all your mom!"
It wasn't that Lin Yu was swearing out of boredom.
It was the literal truth.
The entire office hall was filled with at least thirty to fifty terrorists.
These terrorists looked exactly the same; every single one of them had Sister Hong's face.
The only differences were their outfits and the weapons they held.
Okay, okay, fine.
Lin Yu finally understood.
So this was the trap waiting for him?
Lin Yu had only been confined to a chair by a bomb.
Huang Feirong was confined in her spiritual world by maternal authority.
They both needed to break out, didn't they?
The question of who the real hostage was had just been flipped on its head.
The thematic value was certainly high!
"Big Brother!"
"Charge through with your little sister, won't you?"
"I have suffered under Hong for too long, waiting for the day of my freedom!"
"If we join forces and break out, we can be happy anywhere!"
Huang Feirong looked at Lin Yu with puppy-dog eyes.
As she spoke, her hand kept rubbing Lin Yu's knee.
Although she was somewhat attractive, this cheap little trick...
Rubbing the knee...
Rubbing a little above the knee...
Rubbing a little bit above the little bit above the knee...
Huang Feirong crooned: "I live as your woman~ Do whatever you want with me~ Seeing you sleep~ Makes my heart feel so sweet~"
Lin Yu: "!!!"
Sonic attack!
Can you just cherry-pick lyrics like that?
Truth be told.
This move actually hit Lin Yu's soft spot.
Men, no matter how soft-hearted, have moments where they get hard.
"Phew..."
Lin Yu exhaled deeply inside, silently muttering:
"Sorry, Sister Hong!"
Immediately after.
Lin Yu raised the Gatling gun and aimed into the office building:
*Rat-a-tat-tat...*
*Rat-a-tat-tat...*
Under a barrage of indiscriminate fire, waves of Sister Hongs fell one after another.
Lin Yu led Huang Feirong toward the exit.
But after just a few steps, Lin Yu realized something was wrong!
What the hell was going on?
Why were there endless Sister Hongs?
For every few he knocked down, new ones immediately ran out from who-knows-where in all directions.
It was like their machine guns didn't have magazines loaded.
They were just running!
They had absolutely no intention of shooting.
As he fought.
The familiar style jogged Lin Yu's memory...
Wasn't this Challenge Mode?
She was treating Sister Hong like a mob to be farmed!
Truly a display of "filial piety" that would bring the house down!
She was definitely her biological daughter; no one without a blood relation could do something like this.
"Rich God, incoming on the left, on the left!"
"Here they come on the right!"
"Quick, quick, save me, don't let her flank us!"
"..."
Huang Feirong followed beside Lin Yu, shouting commands without firing a single shot.
It was actually starting to piss Lin Yu off.
"Don't you have a gun too? You shoot as well!"
"Leaving it all to me? Is that fair?"
Huang Feirong suddenly looked at Lin Yu with a straight face and said solemnly:
"Dayu, even if it's you, don't joke about that."
"No matter what she becomes or how she controls me, I could never raise a hand against her!"
Lin Yu: "..."
That was absolutely absurd!
Now she wants to talk about principles?
You can't do it yourself, but you can incite others to do it for you?
*BOOM!*
A massive noise erupted, kicking up waves of dust and smoke.
Lin Yu and Huang Feirong quickly scrambled to the side, watching the environment shift.
The ceiling of the company building was ripped open by a giant... Sister Hong!
Compared to her, Lin Yu and Huang Feirong were no different from ants at her feet.
"Rich God, the BOSS is here!"
Huang Feirong shouted a warning.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
