"Here's a heartbreaking truth, ninety-nine percent of people are wrong..."
"This shop has no rivals in Great Sea City, fight me if you disagree..."
"Just by sparing a little time each day, you can..."
Ye Cheng slurped down his extra-large bowl of instant noodles while mindlessly scrolling through brain-rotting short videos on his phone.
"What is all this garbage, munch munch munch... The quality of videos these days is getting worse and worse, can't the platform do something about it, munch munch munch... slurp, slurp..."
Ye Cheng took a big slurp of noodles from the bowl in front of him and started searching for "Odibull pulling bananas" on his phone.
Click confirm!
Soon, a powerful yet familiar tune came through. The long, melodious sound of the flute seemed to transport Ye Cheng back to his days as a monkey in the primitive rainforest, climbing trees looking for bananas to eat, his brain wrinkles slowly being smoothed out.
That's it, that's the familiar feeling!
Previously, while Odibull was pulling bananas, he got taken out by a passing, specially enlarged African "Hakimi" like a minion in a game. Ye Cheng had been quite sad about that for a while—at least a good ten seconds.
Such high-quality videos would be gone forever, what a huge loss, sigh...
But then... the next day, a new Odabull stood up. Same voice, same filming style, same brain-wrinkle-smoothing little tune.
It's back, the familiar power is all back!
According to the law of conservation of energy, trigonometric functions, the Pythagorean theorem, quadratic equations... it can be deduced that when one Odibull disappears, a new Odibull immediately spawns somewhere in the world.
No time for sadness, next up is Odabull, with his even more powerful leg strength, who outran the specially enlarged Hakimi!
Heheh, good stuff, love watching it...
The inexplicably dumb, brain-dead laughter coming from Ye Cheng in the living room rendered Tang Yuyao, lying bound on the bed in the bedroom, utterly speechless.
Who am I? Where am I? Why am I tied up right now? And why is that little brat outside laughing so happily?
Tang Yuyao spent a brief ten seconds or so sorting through her blacked-out memories from the drinking session and started to recall...
"Hurk..."
"Call me wifey!"
"Baby, you smell so good, heheh... hurk..."
"Wahhh, I'm already so old and I haven't even done anything yet, wahhh..."
"I'm a little fairy, hahaha..."
"Fly!!"
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Good news: she remembered!
Bad news: she remembered...
Silently, Tang Yuyao closed her eyes, hoping everything was just a nightmare she hadn't woken up from yet, all just an illusion. Yes, that's right, it must all be fake. She definitely didn't do those things. She definitely didn't force that damn little brat to call her wifey, she definitely didn't...
Wahhh, I can't even keep lying to myself, wahhh...
Tang Yuyao started crying outright, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably, but she didn't make a single sound, as if afraid Ye Cheng, who was watching those brain-rotting videos outside, might hear.
If that happened, it would all be over.
After crying for a bit, Tang Yuyao calmed down—a terrifyingly calm kind of calm.
What happened today absolutely must not be known by a third person. Otherwise, how could she ever show her face in this world again? If anyone else found out, what would be the point of living? She might as well just jump off a building!
Wait!
She was drunk. She didn't know anything. What happened last night wasn't done by her. She was just a victim, she didn't know anything!
Tang Yuyao kept hypnotizing herself. She didn't remember anything that happened yesterday. Although it was somewhat self-deceiving... at least it had to look that way on the surface!
As for the part she couldn't fool herself about... she could just save that for crying secretly under the covers when she got home. But she absolutely could not admit to this incident.
If she really admitted it, her lifelong reputation would be ruined!
Tang Yuyao even considered the possibility of "silencing the witness"... Don't blame me, kid, you can only blame your bad luck. You know too much. In this world, only the dead can keep secrets forever. Farewell, kid!
Of course, everything above was just Tang Yuyao's fantasy before she drank herself into oblivion.
For god's sake, this isn't a TV drama! Where do you get all that stuff about making people disappear at the drop of a hat? This is a society governed by law, bro! Watch less TV!
Besides, thinking about the whole incident, Ye Cheng was more wronged than Dou E. Upon careful consideration, Ye Cheng bore almost no responsibility at all.
They were both drinking. It was her who refused to admit defeat and challenged Ye Cheng to a drinking contest, ending up flat-out drunk. In the end, it was Ye Cheng who helped her back, otherwise she'd most likely be sleeping on the street right now.
Secondly, this room was also booked by her, and it cost six figures. Ye Cheng had clearly expressed unwillingness to get a room, but she dragged him here by force anyway.
Finally... just like last time, she threw up all over Ye Cheng. Even the cleanup was handled by Ye Cheng.
Otherwise, she'd still be sleeping on a "Nurgle"-version sofa that could rival the filth of the four little ones from the Immaterium. Tang Yuyao herself had mysophobia, and a rather severe case at that. If she really slept there for a night, she might have a mental breakdown by morning.
Just thinking about those scenes made Tang Yuyao herself lose composure, finding it disgusting. Yet, it was Ye Cheng who handled it for her.
Although... the process wasn't exactly elegant or pleasant—someone was cursing nonstop the whole time—in Tang Yuyao's mind, she had automatically applied a filter and beautified Ye Cheng's actions.
All those words with an "extremely high maternal content" were subconsciously glossed over by Tang Yuyao, leaving only the image of Ye Cheng being exceptionally charming and full of charisma while helping her.
That kid looks pretty good when he's being serious...
Tang Yuyao started daydreaming again. Who knows if Ye Cheng, were he aware of the nonsense going on in Tang Yuyao's head right now, would issue another challenge.
Damn old woman, you got me into this mess, and now you're fantasizing!
Unfortunately, Ye Cheng had no idea what Tang Yuyao was thinking. He was only focused on happily eating his "luxury feast" of instant noodles with added ham sausage and two eggs, while making idiotic, brain-dead laughter.
"Heheh, good stuff, love watching it..."
Tang Yuyao: "..."
A few minutes later, Ye Cheng finished his "luxury dinner" and started washing the bowl.
Splash, splash... Hearing the sound of running water from outside, Tang Yuyao, who was playing dead in the bedroom, felt her heartbeat quicken uncontrollably. Thump, thump... It felt like it was about to jump out of her chest.
What to do, what to do, that kid is coming back soon...
I don't know anything, I'm asleep, I don't know anything. Yes, that's right, I'm asleep!
Tang Yuyao kept hypnotizing herself. Soon, the chaotic, rapid heartbeat subsided, and she once again entered a state of "deep sleep." Unfortunately, the fine sweat appearing in her palms betrayed her.
Things were not as calm as they seemed on the surface.
The sound of rushing water stopped. Ye Cheng had finished tidying up, turned off the outside light, and was walking towards the bedroom.
Tap, tap, tap... The sound of footsteps drew closer. Tang Yuyao's heart, which had just steadied, began to race uncontrollably again. Don't come over here, you little brat!
"Old fossil, sleeping pretty soundly, huh?"
Ye Cheng glanced at the slacker doctor who was still "asleep" and spoke without any courtesy.
Tang Yuyao: "..."
Old... old fossil?
Almost imperceptibly, the corner of Tang Yuyao's eye twitched, and the hand hidden under the covers clenched into a fist.
Tang Yuyao's anger +1...
Suddenly, she really wanted to kill a certain someone.
It's fine, Tang Yuyao, just endure it a little longer. It'll be okay once it's daylight, once it's daylight... Wait, no, daylight might actually be worse. Her current state was a bit too... "primitive."
She was still completely empty!!!
So... what should she do?
"Stop pretending, old fossil. I know you're awake. If you're awake, get your ass up now."
Just as Tang Yuyao was pondering what to do, Ye Cheng's voice, like that of a "devil," echoed in her ears.
Tang Yuyao: "???"
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
