In the original work from Lu Ze's past life, the affection Mathilda held for Leon was love.
A love that was scorching and youthful.
However, within this phantom realm, the trajectory of these emotions would shift slightly based on the players' various choices.
Su Di'er's intense feelings toward the player might stem from affection, admiration, or perhaps a longing for family...
In short, while everyone's experience was similar, no two were exactly alike.
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Inside Zhong Yi's phantom realm.
Su Di'er seemed to take great pleasure in teasing a "blockhead" like Zhong Yi, clearly enjoying herself.
Zhong Yi could only change the subject to diffuse the awkwardness.
Handling girls was something that truly gave him a headache.
Following Li Ang's preferences, Zhong Yi spoke to Su Di'er about opera.
Su Di'er, having heard this many times by his side, began to hum along.
"Li Ang, do you know what these lyrics and this melody represent?"
Su Di'er looked at Zhong Yi with a mischievous grin.
"Wha... uh..."
Zhong Yi froze for a moment, only then realizing that the piece he had inadvertently chosen described a woman's pursuit of love.
"Thump... thump, thump, thump... thump..."
Su Di'er tapped a rhythm on the table with the back of her fingers while murmuring the words.
"It means: I love you."
"Cough, cough, cough!!!"
Zhong Yi broke into a violent fit of coughing, hurriedly cutting off the conversation.
"Alright, Su Di'er, you can't say things like that anymore..."
The young girl pouted. "Fine, but you have to promise me one thing."
Zhong Yi asked curiously, "What is it?"
"I hate seeing you sleep on the floor, Li Ang."
Su Di'er's expression was incredibly serious, as if she were discussing a matter of grave importance.
"I want you to sleep on the bed with me."
Upon hearing this request, Zhong Yi felt the world spin around him, his face flushing crimson.
"Uh, that wouldn't be appropriate..."
...
The girl spent quite some effort talking Zhong Yi into it.
In this segment of the plot, Zhong Yi's mindset overlapped perfectly with Li Ang's, triggering absolutely no backlash from the behavior system.
In fact, agreeing immediately would have resulted in a point deduction.
With Su Di'er's assistance, Zhong Yi lay stiffly on the bed, not daring to move even a finger.
"Yes, just like that. Put your legs up on the bed."
Su Di'er removed Zhong Yi's boots and settled him down bit by bit.
Zhong Yi lifted his head nervously, only to be gently pushed back down by the girl's soft hand.
"It's okay, Li Ang. Relax, put your head down..."
After some fussing, Zhong Yi was finally "arranged" on the bed by Su Di'er like a doll.
The girl looked at her masterpiece with satisfaction, lifted one of Zhong Yi's arms, and lay down on it quite naturally.
She pulled up the quilt and blew out the candle.
In the pitch-black night, the girl's crisp voice echoed:
"Goodnight."
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The phantom realm faded to black.
When it brightened again, the realm had transitioned back into a cinematic sequence.
Li Ang woke from his sleep with a look of panic, his first reaction being to reach for the dagger beside his pillow.
For a top-tier assassin who slept with one eye open and remained vigilant all night, falling into a deep sleep was an absurd and terrifying occurrence.
Li Ang stubbornly denied having fallen asleep, only to be teasingly mocked by Su Di'er, who claimed he had snored like a baby throughout the night.
"I'm going to go buy you some goat milk."
The girl stretched and got out of bed.
"Don't forget our signal," Li Ang reminded her, clutching his chest.
"Three short, one long, right?"
Su Di'er waved with a smile, pushed the door open, and walked out.
At the same time, Zhong Yi finally regained control of the character.
The main mission in the top right corner updated once more.
[Main Mission Updated!]
[Main Mission: Wait in bed for Su Di'er's return]
Zhong Yi lay on the bed, regulating his breathing.
He looked down at his neatly fastened clothes, then recalled the posture in which Li Ang had woken up in the cinematic sequence.
"Thank goodness, thank goodness. I didn't do anything beastly..."
Zhong Yi patted his chest, still feeling a lingering trepidation.
Clearly, he and Su Di'er had simply slept side-by-side; nothing of that sort had occurred.
He viewed Su Di'er more as family than as a lover.
At least, not for the time being.
"She should be back soon, right?"
Zhong Yi calculated the time, muttering to himself.
He and Su Di'er had an agreed-upon code: knocking on the door required a specific rhythm before it would be opened.
Three long and one short meant safety; three short and one long meant there was trouble.
This time, Su Di'er had been gone buying goat milk for longer than usual.
Just as Zhong Yi began to wonder, a series of knocks came from the door.
"Thump, thump, thump... thump—"
Zhong Yi's heart instantly sank.
Three short, one long.
Su Di'er was in danger!
He sprang up from the bed in an instant, snatching the dagger from beside the pillow.
Just then, another rhythmic series of knocks resonated.
"Thump... thump, thump, thump... thump..."
Zhong Yi's eyes instantly reddened.
The girl's crisp voice from the night before seemed to echo in his ears.
"Li Ang, do you know what these lyrics and this melody represent?"
"It means: I love you."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
