Hearing this, Little Wei immediately sensed danger.
She had only agreed to go for a walk.
If it were just Si accompanying her, a walk would truly be just a walk. But with Yuan Qiaoqiao? That was an entirely different story.
This would never be a simple stroll.
Something was bound to happen.
Weighing the situation, Little Wei genuinely felt it would be better to keep her distance from Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"Does sister hate me?" Yuan Qiaoqiao asked, noticing Little Wei's reluctance. She tugged lightly at Little Wei's sleeve, her eyes tinged with sorrow, as if deeply hurt.
Oh no.
Damn it!
Little Wei couldn’t handle that expression—especially when Yuan Qiaoqiao was wearing Si’s face. The resemblance was uncanny, striking straight at her heart.
"If it's just a walk… fine," Little Wei conceded after a long hesitation.
Chi Mu could only give her a look that said, "You're on your own," before turning and leaving.
Less than a minute later, Little Wei already regretted her decision. Walking with Yuan Qiaoqiao was terrifying—her whole body prickled with unease.
Fortunately, Yuan Qiaoqiao didn’t do anything unusual. She simply walked beside Little Wei in silence.
Little Wei rubbed the goosebumps on her arms as raindrops began to fall, cold and sharp, sending shivers down her spine.
It was freezing.
Who knew it could even rain in the Void? That was unexpected.
"Sister," Yuan Qiaoqiao finally spoke.
Little Wei nearly bit her tongue in surprise, but before she could react, warmth enveloped her.
Yuan Qiaoqiao had draped her own coat over Little Wei’s shoulders.
When it came to thoughtfulness, Yuan Qiaoqiao was second to none. The gesture softened Little Wei’s heart.
After all, they had once shared peaceful times—though Little Wei missed the version of Yuan Qiaoqiao before she turned dark.
That sweet, adorable girl.
"It's raining—maybe we should head back?" Little Wei suggested, suddenly homesick.
But Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t about to let this rare chance slip away.
"It’s fine. I checked—there are a few inns ahead."
Hard to believe, but even the edge of the Abyss had inns.
The Void was like an expansive cultivation realm, but far more complex. These "inns" were actually high-tech, portable structures that could shrink and move.
When they arrived, luckily, there were no other guests. Little Wei handed Yuan Qiaoqiao’s coat back.
"There, that’s better," she said, no longer feeling the cold.
Even as a deity, the Void’s chill was unlike anything in the mortal world.
"Sister… can you stay with me?" Yuan Qiaoqiao whispered again.
Little Wei wished she would just shut up.
Ugh.
If this continued, her waist would be ruined.
"You really want this?" Little Wei fidgeted, her whole body tensing.
Could she refuse?
But Yuan Qiaoqiao seemed to have her figured out. She wrapped her arms around Little Wei, burying her face against her chest.
"Sister."
She used Si’s signature sweet, playful tone—soft and endearing.
Who could resist that?
"Fine. Just for now," Little Wei relented, utterly disarmed.
Blame it on Yuan Qiaoqiao’s bewitching charm.
Yuan Qiaoqiao led her inside, and before Little Wei could react, her back was against the bed.
"Are we really doing this, Qiao-mei?" Little Wei was already trembling.
Ugh, so scared.
What a mess.
"Little Wei, it’s not like it’s our first time. You’re acting like I should be calling you sister," Yuan Qiaoqiao teased, slightly thrown by Little Wei’s reaction.
Little Wei: "…"
Oh.
So that’s how it is?
"Calling you ‘sister’ is beneath me. No way."
Little Wei prided herself on her dignity—she wasn’t about to become Yuan Qiaoqiao’s pet.
That would be utterly humiliating.
Yuan Qiaoqiao chuckled but said nothing, leaning in as her clothes slipped to the floor. She kissed Little Wei’s cheek.
"Since you said that… don’t blame me for being ruthless."
Hearing this, Little Wei nervously shut her eyes, too afraid to even look at that face.
She was already shaking.
Yet despite her fear, what was bound to happen happened.
By the end, she couldn’t even lift a finger, her arms limp as cotton. She was practically a plush toy waiting to be snatched away.
In the end, Si had to step in to salvage the disaster.
If Little Wei weren’t a deity, she might have perished by now.
"She really is…" Si sighed, massaging Little Wei’s arms.
Little Wei nearly laughed.
"You could’ve controlled her. What were you thinking?" She wasn’t fooled.
Yuan Qiaoqiao wasn’t the same as before. Without Si’s tacit permission, she wouldn’t have gone this far.
Something was fishy.
Si looked awkward. "Well… maybe I got carried away too?"
Her tone was innocent, but Little Wei wasn’t buying it.
"At least ten skewers, or I won’t forgive you."
Si: "…"
Of course. Nothing soothed Little Wei like food.
Thanks to Yuan Qiaoqiao’s past world, she’d turned into a full-blown foodie.
It was almost funny—but Si held back her smile.
Stay composed.
"By the way, how’s 005 doing?" Little Wei asked.
Aside from Si, 005 was the only system still dutifully at her post—a quiet, well-behaved girl.
Had Little Wei not met the newly appointed 009, she’d never have guessed how formidable 005 was.
009 was already impressive—a genius cultivator in her past life. But 005…
Little Wei tapped her chin. "What’s her deal? Was she a cultivator too?"
"Ah…" Si hesitated. "Honestly, I don’t know. She’s always been low-key in the system, even arrived before me. I just took over from my predecessor."
"She’s been around that long, yet isn’t one of the original 001 to 003?" Little Wei was stunned.
Si smiled faintly.
"No clue. The company files don’t have any records of her past life. If you want answers, you’d have to ask her directly."
Little Wei thought for a moment, then shook her head.
"Never mind."
Si nodded. "Her last host has graduated, though. She’ll probably start looking for a new one soon."
Little Wei paused, then grinned.
"Got it. Guess it’s time to say goodbye to some people."
"Then may your future be as bright as brocade—this is everyone's wish."
] [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!"
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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?"
