Pain!
So much pain!
My head... it hurts so much!
A cool sensation spread across my forehead, as if raindrops had fallen on it, the water trickling down to her ears and cheeks.
Ning Yu slowly opened her eyes, her head feeling as though it had been stabbed several times with a pair of scissors.
The sky was gloomy, with dark gray clouds looming above, staring down at the earth menacingly.
A heavy rain was about to fall.
Her memories were a jumbled mess. Ning Yu struggled to prop herself up with her hands, feeling the warmth of the sun-baked stone path beneath her palms.
The air was thick with oppressive heat, but the restless wind was already stirring, causing the trees by the roadside to sway.
Pedestrians hurried along, some quickly hopping into ride-hailing cars, others seeking shelter in milk tea shops or cafes to avoid the impending downpour.
Leaves mixed with dust were carried by the wind, fluttering past Ning Yu and getting caught in her beautiful silver hair.
However, the dust accidentally got into her eyes, making her already uncomfortable eyes squint.
She wanted to rub her eyes to relieve the dryness, but her hands felt a bit dirty.
Ning Yu struggled on the ground, only to find that her limbs were weak, almost... like a little girl's.
?
She tried to summon her system panel, but there was no response.
She clenched her fists, but there was no strength in them, pitifully weak.
What on earth was going on?
Ning Yu looked around, unable to determine whether this was Earth or the planet she had once lived on.
But she clearly remembered that she had lost all three of her lives to Chen Xing.
And before that, Shen Yiyue, who had committed suicide with a gun.
These memories flooded her mind, making her feel dizzy and nauseous.
It seemed like this body was... suffering from heatstroke?
Drip, drip...
Splash!!!!
Before the heavy rain fell, it was like a mischievous child, testing the waters with a few light touches before pouring down without any courtesy.
Her dress was instantly soaked, and she was now a complete mess.
Her once smooth silver hair was now drenched and clumped together, leaving her utterly disheveled.
The hollow feeling, as if her entire heart had been carved out, suddenly connected to all her nerves, consuming every inch of her senses.
If she had to describe it, losing Shen Yiyue was undoubtedly an unbearable weight in her life.
Her eyes felt warm, and her nose suddenly became stuffy.
Her emotions were now like this rain, seemingly unstoppable.
The rain curtain grew heavier, gradually obscuring everything between heaven and earth.
The wind carried the raindrops, leaving traces of its path on the ground. Ning Yu walked aimlessly, like a lifeless corpse.
Her throat felt sour, not painful, but an indescribable discomfort.
Perhaps she was tired from walking. She slowly sat down by the roadside curb, hugging her knees, staring blankly ahead.
"Ah Yu!"
"Ah Yu!!"
In her daze, Ning Yu seemed to hear a familiar and affectionate voice calling her. She suddenly looked up, scanning her surroundings.
But all she saw was the relentless rain.
Yet that voice awakened a long-dormant memory in her. That aged yet loving voice—it was Grandma!
No, that couldn't be.
Ning Yu looked down at her delicate hands and the soaked floral dress she was wearing.
She gently shook her head. Was this the afterlife, where memories from two lifetimes had merged?
Suddenly, the raindrops stopped falling on her head. Ning Yu was startled and looked up to see a large umbrella.
The inside of the umbrella was painted with Van Gogh's "Starry Night."
A warm, wrinkled hand grasped Ning Yu's snow-white arm.
"Ah Yu, why are you here alone? Oh dear, you're all wet. Come on... let's go home."
That familiar touch.
And the voice so close behind her shattered the foggy memories in her heart.
She turned her head abruptly and saw the face she had almost forgotten.
"Grandma!"
Ning Yu's voice nearly broke.
"Yes, Grandma's here."
Grandma smiled warmly, using her hand to wipe the water droplets from Ning Yu's forehead, then took out a handkerchief from her pocket to dry her soaked hair.
Ning Yu didn't dare to hold on too tightly, but she hugged Grandma as quickly as she could.
"Oh my, what's wrong? Did you fall somewhere?"
"Grandma just went to buy some fruit, and when I turned around, you were gone..."
A warm palm rested on the back of Ning Yu's head, gently stroking her hair.
Although everything felt off.
Grandma didn't have the smell of an elderly person nearing death, nor was her back hunched.
She wasn't dragging a bag of trash, and there were no clinking sounds of empty bottles as she walked.
Everything felt so unreal, but Ning Yu was willing to stay in this moment, even if only briefly.
She suddenly understood why the little match girl kept lighting one match after another until they were all burned out.
"Alright, alright, let's go home. Your mom is waiting."
Grandma smiled and took Ning Yu's hand.
Mom?
Ning Yu was momentarily stunned. This place seemed to be growing more and more unreal.
"Grandma..."
Ning Yu spoke in a childish voice, wanting to talk to the person from her memories.
"Yes?"
Grandma tilted her head, holding the umbrella with one hand, smiling at Ning Yu.
"I think... I'm lost."
The two walked along the hard stone path, the raindrops blocked by Grandma's large umbrella, falling beside them with a soft patter.
"Silly child, what are you talking about? We're almost home."
Before they knew it, they had arrived at an apartment building. Though the decor wasn't luxurious, it was far from the shabby little shed she remembered.
Grandma put down the umbrella, shaking off the raindrops with some effort, then took out her keys to unlock the door. She beckoned to Ning Yu.
"Come in, it's cold outside."
Ning Yu stood at the doorway but stopped.
"Grandma, I miss you so much."
Her expression had calmed, as if she had drawn enough strength from this brief encounter.
"But I'm lost now. There's a place I must go."
Ning Yu raised her small hand and waved at Grandma, who stood inside the house.
"Ah Yu... you've grown up."
Grandma was momentarily stunned, a look of confusion on her face, but it quickly turned into a smile.
"You've become strong, good... that's good..."
She also waved at Ning Yu.
Ning Yu pressed her lips together, taking a deep breath through her nose, then turned and left.
With her back to Grandma's waving hand, she stepped into the endless gray mist.
] [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!"
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
