"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"Happy Birthday!"
"Pop, pop, pop..."
Colorful confetti rained down on Lin Yu’s stark naked body.
Lin Yu, his eyes rimmed with red, scanned the circle around him...
Shen Buyao, Shen Jiuyi, Huang Feirong... and Sister Hong?
The four of them held party poppers, all staring in unison at Lin Yu in his birthday suit.
The expressions on their faces were far more colorful than the confetti bursting from the tubes.
Lin Yu was filled with regret at this moment...
He really deserved to die!
He shouldn't have trusted the logic of the Queen of Dirty Jokes!
How could a mentally unstable person set up a normal seduction scenario?
There had to be a trap!
Careless. He had been too damn careless.
This scene of social suicide made Lin Yu want to rush out and retrieve the Gatling gun he had just thrown away.
Kill them all!
Daddy is going to kill you all!!
Shen Buyao, Shen Jiuyi, and Sister Hong looked at Lin Yu, then turned to look at Huang Feirong.
Huang Feirong spread her small hands, looking the picture of innocence.
"Don't look at me!"
"I just told Da Yu to take off his armor."
"Who knew how his brain works? Why did he... get so comfortable?"
Lin Yu took a deep breath. "..."
Shen Buyao poked Lin Yu’s shoulder and demanded, "Damn it, Lin Yu, what is the meaning of this? You want to bang Rongrong? Are you two... that close?"
Huang Feirong held up two fingers.
"Yaoyao, heaven and earth are my witness, I am absolutely loyal to you."
"If Da Yu and I had anything going on, may I go out and get run over by a truck!"
Lin Yu took another deep breath. "..."
Shen Jiuyi was as calm as a block of ice, turning her head away to avoid looking at Lin Yu.
"Sin lies within the heart. Only what one thinks will lead to what one does."
"We can't blame Rongrong for this matter. If we must blame someone, blame..."
Huang Feirong gave a thumbs up.
"Although I don't understand what Little Jiu is saying, it sounds very reasonable."
"How can you blame me for this? Didn't we agree to wish Da Yu a happy birthday together?"
"Who knew... who knew the wish would turn out like this?"
Lin Yu took a deep breath yet again. "..."
Sister Hong’s face was bright red, her fists cracking audibly.
"Good boy, you dare to target my daughter?"
"Did you think that just because you're wearing nothing, I wouldn't dare to hit you?"
Huang Feirong quickly held down Sister Hong’s arm, speaking urgently, "Mom, are you even listening to me?"
"There is nothing between Da Yu and me. It's his birthday today, can't you give him some face?"
"Besides, what do you mean 'wearing nothing'?"
"Isn't he wearing something?"
"The Emperor's New Clothes!"
Lin Yu couldn't even inhale anymore. With a dark face, he said to the group, "Are you all done talking? Is it my turn now?"
Shen Buyao put her hands on her hips, her voice incredibly loud.
"Is this how you're going to talk to us? At least put on a pair of underwear!"
Lin Yu raised his hand, no longer bothering to refute Shen Buyao.
"Click, click, click..."
A series of metallic clicking sounds came from his body.
The next moment.
Dozens of time bombs were strapped all over him.
Everyone present: "Bombs!!"
The four's reactions were exceptionally realistic as they started running toward the door in a panic.
Unfortunately.
The door had long been sealed by a mysterious force.
Not just the door.
Every possible exit in the house had been blocked by Lin Yu during their ceaseless chatter. Not a single spot was left open.
Since the history of entering dreams began, today's dreamscape was absolutely Lin Yu's most awkward one.
To have lasted this long was truly a miracle.
After this round of games, how could one describe Lin Yu's current mood?
To be precise...
He was broken!
Completely and utterly broken!
How could he have any mood left for pleasurable activities?
He just wanted to destroy it all immediately!
Blast this place clean and pretend he was never here.
What a humiliation!
They were practically playing him like a fiddle!
Such is life.
Doesn't everyone come into the world naked?
Now, leaving naked... and taking everyone with him, seemed just fine.
"Calm down! Calm down, Da Yu!"
"Think of your parents, think of your family!"
Huang Feirong rushed forward to persuade Lin Yu.
After speaking, she slapped her own mouth hard.
That comfort didn't sound right either!
Lin Yu looked at the countdown and said, "If you have anything else to say, save it for the next life."
Immediately after.
"Boom!"
A massive explosion rang out, and the entire dream world was engulfed in flames.
A piercing ringing sound followed, collapsing the dreamscape.
...
Inside Wubao Pavilion.
"There's a bomb!"
"Run!"
Huang Feirong shot up from in front of her computer and ran frantically through the corridor of Wubao Pavilion toward the outside.
Shen Buyao sat at the repair bench.
She looked with surprise at the fleeing Huang Feirong.
Huang Feirong looked back and forth for a long time, then exchanged glances with Shen Buyao.
Only then did she confirm her location.
So that realistic explosion just now was only a dream.
No wonder!
No wonder Da Yu was so terrifying.
He actually wanted to annihilate them all together!
Tsk, tsk, tsk.
What a dark-hearted man!
Shen Buyao looked helplessly at Huang Feirong and complained, "Rongrong, if you really have something on your mind, why don't you just go to sleep early?"
"Look at you guarding the computer but not playing, just sleeping on the desk!"
"Wouldn't it be better to lie in bed?"
"You're hogging the toilet seat!"
"And bombs? I think you look like a bomb!"
Huang Feirong heard this and smiled.
"Yaoyao, you really don't understand anything!"
"You have no idea what an explosive dream I just had. Guess who I dreamed about?"
Shen Buyao waved her hand dismissively.
"Dream about whoever you want, what does it have to do with me?"
"I'm at a critical moment repairing this watch, don't disturb me!"
Huang Feirong dropped another line, "Fine then. I thought you'd be curious since I dreamed about Da Yu!"
Shen Buyao's hands paused in mid-air. "..."
This damn Huang Feirong!
She actually dropped a name she couldn't resist at a time like this.
"Ahem..."
"You dreamed about Lin Yu?"
"Maybe I should rest my hands a bit. I'll stop repairing for now. Tell me more!"
Huang Feirong looked triumphantly at Shen Buyao, as if everything had gone exactly as she predicted.
...
Inside Lin Yu's bedroom.
After exiting Huang Feirong's dream world, Lin Yu tried hard to calm himself down.
It was social suicide!
To be that humiliated even in a dream—that was a first!
This was also the first time he had chosen to actively end a dream journey.
Good, very good.
That Queen of Dirty Jokes was truly something else.
Next time he got the chance, he had to teach her a serious lesson!
After settling his restless heart, Lin Yu lay back down on the bed.
The first dream journey ended in failure.
The second wave absolutely had to make up for what was lost!
Lost in thought, Lin Yu entered the dreamland 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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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.”
