Lin Baizhi was indeed keeping a close eye on Ye Cheng, but since Ye Cheng had gone to the Shen family—a household with tight-knit solidarity—it was impossible to infiltrate.
So, Lin Baizhi decided to step out for some fresh air, quite literally. She wandered aimlessly, letting her feet take her wherever they pleased, just like when she used to zone out alone as a child.
She would squat on the steps, tilt her head up, and quietly watch the blue sky and white clouds, feeling the gentle breeze brush against her face.
"Hey! You there, little dummy—yeah, I’m talking to you! Dinner’s about to start, and I know a secret spot for the best scoop. Consider yourself lucky today—follow me, and you’ll get the first serving!"
The frail young girl stared blankly at the boy who had suddenly appeared out of nowhere, her eyes filled with confusion. She glanced around, realizing she was the only one nearby. So… was he talking to her?
But they didn’t even know each other…
The boy had a clean, bright look about him, his eyes sparkling with an indescribable energy.
Compared to the other odd, misfit kids in the orphanage, he stood out like a crane among chickens—healthy, good-looking, and seemingly normal.
Why would parents abandon a child like him?
That was the first thought that crossed the frail girl’s mind when she saw this inexplicably vibrant boy. Why would someone so full of life end up in this "dump" of a place, just like the rest of them?
His vitality was overwhelming, a stark contrast to the other children in the orphanage.
It was something the sickly girl could never comprehend. As the saying goes, people chase after what they lack, trying to fill the void.
The girl was no exception. Without thinking, she reached out toward the boy, wanting to get closer—only for him to grab her hand and pull her into a run.
"Damn, you’re quick! A real pro at timing, huh? Come on, let’s eat!!!"
With a whoop, the boy dashed off, dragging the girl behind him. It was a sensation she had never experienced before. Due to her weak heart, she had never been allowed to engage in strenuous activities, let alone run.
This was a first.
It was uncomfortable, but she didn’t want to stop. If she did, she’d lose him in an instant. For some reason, the girl who had always been obedient now wanted to be "selfish" for once.
Even if it cost her life.
This existence was too painful.
Unlike the dull-witted, slow children in the orphanage, the girl was sharp. Time and again, outsiders would come to pick children for adoption.
The odd-looking ones were always the first to be rejected, as if they were failing an interview—eliminated in the first round just for their appearance, or simply because someone took a dislike to them.
No reason. The world had always been this cruel and arbitrary.
Compared to the others in the orphanage, the girl seemed fortunate—no visible physical flaws, a face that charmed, and a temperament that won over many couples who visited the welfare center.
Yet, every time they reviewed her medical report, their expressions would twist with regret before they walked away, abandoning her. Some didn’t even bother to hide their disdain or contempt.
Over and over, her heart was pricked, and she grew sensitive.
She felt like a commodity, picked over and discarded. She often lamented the unfairness of fate—why her? Why couldn’t it have been someone else?
But when she saw the other children in the welfare center, those with far worse fates, she fell silent. Perhaps... she was still lucky. At least compared to them, she was.
If she was so "lucky," what right did she have to be unhappy?
The girl seemed to accept it—or at least, she appeared to on the surface. She stopped agonizing over whether she was unwanted or rejected, focusing instead on living each day as best she could.
Who knew when her illness might take her? Or when she might close her eyes one night and never wake again.
So she resolved to cherish the present. Yet, she couldn’t help longing to experience life’s beauty like others did. But she was too weak, too sickly—it was an impossible dream.
Now, time catches up to the present.
The girl clenched her teeth against the pain flaring in her chest. Her face was ghostly pale, her forehead slick with cold sweat, her lips bloodless. Yet, she refused to stop.
Instead, she stubbornly trailed behind a little boy.
She could feel it—the vibrant, overwhelming life force radiating from him, something she’d never known. Just once, she wanted to grasp it.
Thud.
In the end, she couldn’t hold on. The pain spread like wildfire, searing through her body until her fingers loosened from his. The world darkened, turning icy and distant, and her legs gave way beneath her.
Was she... incapable of even one final moment of brilliance?
How pathetic. In her next life, she hoped not to be so useless. Living like this was exhausting. Maybe dying here wouldn’t be so bad.
After all, no one in this world would mourn her. Her parents had abandoned her long ago. What was left to cling to?
Beep... beep...
As her vision blurred, so did her consciousness. Faintly, she thought she heard someone calling her name. The words were indistinct, but the emotion was clear—concern, worry.
It made her inexplicably happy. So this was what it felt like to be remembered. How nice.
Beep... beep...
Beep... beep... beep...
The rhythmic beeping of a heart monitor. A sound she knew too well. Her frail body had landed her in hospitals countless times, each time revived by that same sterile electronic pulse.
So... she’d survived again?
But why did she feel no relief? Only regret. Wouldn’t death have been the kinder outcome? Why...?
Click.
"Damn, you’re finally awake, you little dummy! You know, you were paler than a corpse that’s been floating in the water for three days. I honestly thought you were a goner. But hey, looks like bad weeds grow tall—somehow you pulled through!"
The young boy walked in carrying a tray of food, muttering to himself the whole time. It was probably his way of showing concern, but… something about his phrasing felt off. "Bad weeds grow tall"? Was that supposed to be a compliment or…?
The girl stared blankly at the boy before her, suddenly feeling a wave of self-loathing. "Someone like me would be better off dead. At least then I wouldn’t be a burden to everyone around me."
She expected the boy to comfort her, but instead, his next words hit like a bombshell.
"Tell you what, buddy—hang in there for a couple more years. I’ll get you an insurance policy with me as the beneficiary. That way, when you kick the bucket, I can cash in and get a taste of that sweet, sweet blood money. You’d be dying for a good cause, right?"
As he spoke, he grabbed a steamed bun from the plate and took a big bite, chewing with gusto. Mmm, delicious. Couldn’t get enough.
The girl: "???"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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...
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
