Gu Family Residence.
"Phew!"
Gu Yan finished his nightly routine and lay down on his bed, unable to suppress the smile creeping onto his face.
Hehe~
Can anyone relate?
The affection level with Qingqiu has been skyrocketing lately.
Wait, no, no, no—it’s not just about the affection level anymore. That’s already maxed out. This is about deepening the emotional connection.
But still...
Despite the progress, Gu Yan’s face showed a hint of exhaustion. He yawned and rubbed his shoulders.
Counting the hours, he’d only slept two or three hours in the past couple of days.
The thought of Qingqiu’s alternate personality gave him a headache.
That personality was a whole other problem.
But before that...
Gu Yan opened his system interface.
In his inventory, a single [Memory Fragment x1] lay quietly.
This fragment was obtained after Qingqiu’s affection increased by 1%.
Gu Yan didn’t delude himself into thinking this increase was because Qingqiu had fallen for him.
No, it was probably because she found it amusing to toy with him, hence the slight boost in affection.
He clicked on the memory fragment.
*Hum!*
A translucent, water-blue sphere materialized in front of Gu Yan.
"Is this the memory fragment?"
Gu Yan muttered to himself. Though he didn’t know what it was, he figured it was worth a look. Maybe it would reveal something deeper!
With that thought, he reached out and touched it.
In an instant—
*Whoosh!*
Gu Yan lost consciousness.
......
...
A heavy darkness, like an endless abyss, enveloped Gu Yan. His consciousness felt like a wreck sinking into the depths of the ocean, swallowed by an oppressive silence.
His heartbeat grew heavier in the suffocating atmosphere, each thud feeling like a desperate struggle against the sinking pressure.
What... is this feeling? Is it sorrow? Despair? Or that icy, deathly fear?
Gu Yan felt his soul shrouded by an indescribable gloom.
He tried to open his eyes, and in the blurry haze, a streak of crimson seeped into his vision—the color of blood, the color of apocalypse.
*Thud!*
"What... is this?"
His heart felt as if it were being gripped tightly. As his vision cleared, a hellish scene unfolded before him.
The ground was littered with mutilated remains—severed limbs and torn bodies scattered like discarded toys.
To make matters worse, someone’s macabre sense of humor had arranged piles of bones on either side, forming eerie barriers that sent chills down his spine.
The air reeked of blood and decay.
Gu Yan was stunned.
He tried to recall if he’d ever seen anything like this before, but it was as if a barrier blocked his memories.
Yet... why did it feel so familiar?
Why was it familiar?
That couldn’t be. His original world had never experienced anything like this.
Even in this novel’s world, such a scene didn’t exist.
So why did it feel so familiar?
Whose memory was this?
"Roar!"
In the sky, cries of agony and roars of rage intertwined. The dark clouds above burned like coal, hanging low, with lightning streaking across them, illuminating the devastated land below.
Gu Yan looked up.
He noticed shadowy, colossal figures swimming through the clouds.
What... is this place?
Gu Yan called out to the system in his mind, but there was no response.
He took a step forward.
But—
*Thud!*
His legs gave out, losing all strength.
As his vision lowered, Gu Yan caught a glimpse of his current state.
"Huh?"
He was lying on the ground, and when he looked down, he made a horrifying discovery.
"That’s... my lower half?"
Gu Yan’s pupils contracted. He realized he was only half a body now, lying helplessly on the ground.
Why?
And what confused him even more was...
He felt no fear, no despair.
At this moment, there was only one emotion.
Sorrow.
Then—
*Tap, tap.*
The sound of footsteps approached slowly.
A familiar voice, low and filled with sorrow, reached Gu Yan’s ears.
["Forgive me, Gu Yan..."]
As the owner of the voice came into view, Gu Yan’s eyes widened.
Those bare feet—he’d recognize them anywhere!
It was... Qingqiu!
*Slash!*
A cold sensation spread across his neck, and Gu Yan lost consciousness once more.
......
...
Consciousness returned.
Like a drowning man gasping for air after being pulled ashore.
"Hiss!!"
Gu Yan woke up, clutching his chest, his eyes bloodshot.
He looked around and realized he was back in his room.
"*Pant*... *pant*..."
Gu Yan breathed heavily, his mind filled with confusion.
Those feet—he’d recognize them even if they were turned to ash!
They were Qingqiu’s feet, the ones he longed to... well, never mind.
But what was that scene about?!
"System, system! Whose memory fragment was that? What was that just now?"
Gu Yan bombarded the system with questions in his mind.
But no matter how much he asked...
[Apologies, host. Your permissions are insufficient. To unlock more memory fragments, please increase the affection level of your Pure Love target or improve your Pure Love Cultivation Technique.]
The system responded mechanically, over and over.
Gu Yan gave up.
He steadied his breathing, his expression growing serious.
Something’s off... very off...
This was way too bizarre, completely deviating from the story he knew.
After all, this novel’s world didn’t have any apocalyptic scenarios like that...
Wait, no...
Gu Yan paused, covering his face with his hand.
Qingqiu’s second personality wasn’t in the original story either.
It seems this world is starting to undergo some strange changes. Damn it...
If he wants to uncover more information, he’ll have to increase the affection level?
Which means...
He’ll have to interact with Qingqiu to boost her affection?
Gu Yan’s expression turned odd.
No, no, he shook his head.
These memories might just be trivial details.
For now, he’ll stick to his original plan. No need to go out of his way to interact with Qingqiu just for some memories.
Gu Yan took a deep breath. Tonight’s events had left his mind in chaos.
He reached up to wipe his forehead.
"Tch..."
He was drenched in sweat.
Great, that shower was wasted.
Gu Yan sighed and was about to get up for another rinse when—
*Ring ring~~~ Your wife is calling!~~*
*Ring ring~~~ Your wife is calling!~~*
Huh?!
Gu Yan froze, then looked at his phone on the nightstand, his face lighting up with joy.
What’s this?
Qingqiu is calling me??
She figured out how to use it?
He remembered giving Ling’er a phone before he left, one he’d bought from the system. It could be controlled by voice commands.
Looks like Ling’er had passed it on to Qingqiu.
Since the phone was meant for Qingqiu, the only numbers saved were his and Ling’er’s.
So, Qingqiu must be testing out the device, right?
Yes!
Gu Yan instantly pushed the unsettling memory fragment to the back of his mind. Nothing was more important than having a sweet, loving conversation with his dear wife!
With that thought, Gu Yan eagerly picked up the phone.
[1:33 AM]
Huh?
Still studying at this hour?
Without hesitation, Gu Yan answered the call.
The next second, Qingqiu’s familiar voice reached his ears.
"Hubby~ I’m so lonely... Can you come keep me company?"
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.
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!
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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
