Gu Family Mansion.
The Cat's Nest.
A black cat lounged lazily on the cat bed, basking in the sunlight.
The cat's fur was sleek and glossy, each strand shimmering faintly under the sun.
Its ears stood upright, the tips slightly curled, giving it an alert yet adorable appearance.
Its eyes gleamed like two dazzling gemstones, radiating a golden glow.
Its tail rested gently by its side, occasionally swaying with a light flick.
The black cat's paws were cushioned with soft pads, and its tiny nose added to its cuteness.
It lay sprawled on the cat bed like a puddle of liquid, lazily soaking in the warmth of the sun.
Sunlight filtered through the leaves, casting dappled shadows on its fur, enhancing its beauty.
Every now and then, it stretched, revealing a pink belly before curling up again, savoring the tranquility.
Purrr~
Ah, afternoon tea time.
The black cat opened its eyes, yawned gracefully, and then nimbly leaped off the cat bed.
As you can see.
I’ve become a cat.
Well, no.
To be precise... I’m currently the dominant personality of Ye Ye—I take over during the day, while Ye Ye comes out for some fresh air at night.
Arriving at the kitchen window.
Xiaoleng first confirmed no one was inside the house.
Then.
Whoosh!
With practiced ease, she pried open the window.
In a flash, she hopped inside.
She sauntered around the kitchen, her steps light and unhurried.
A look of contentment flickered in her eyes.
Ah, this is my domain.
Cat food and fish cans? No thanks.
In this world...
Only desserts hold my heart!
With that thought.
She agilely leaped onto the kitchen counter, scanning the area with a twitch of her nose, as if searching for something.
Soon, her gaze landed on the refrigerator.
“There should be new desserts today, right?”
She smirked inwardly, then effortlessly jumped onto the fridge.
Using her tiny paws, she deftly fiddled with the handle.
Buzz!
The Power of Night flickered!
Click!
The fridge door swung open.
The corners of her mouth curled into a smug grin.
As cold air rushed out, the fridge light illuminated her gleaming eyes.
Xiaoleng quickly scanned the contents, her focus zeroing in on an exquisite cake box.
Her target—cake!
“Found it!”
She rejoiced silently, carefully grabbing the box with her teeth and hopping back down.
Finding a cozy spot, she eagerly conjured a shadowy arm using the Power of Night and opened the box.
Inside was a luscious strawberry cream cake.
Xiaoleng’s eyes sparkled with excitement as she delicately licked the cream. The sweet flavor instantly flooded her senses, filling her with pure bliss.
“Now this is the essence of life~~”
She thought happily, digging in with gusto.
A short while later.
Satiated, Xiaoleng sprawled on the floor, licking cream off her paws, her eyes glowing with satisfaction.
Hmm, maybe one more piece.
But just then.
The kitchen light suddenly flicked on.
A figure appeared at the doorway.
Followed by an angry voice.
“Gu Yan! Get over here right now!”
Xiaoleng hid in the corner, licking her lips.
Oh, it’s the other me.
Moments later.
Tap tap tap.
Gu Yan’s voice drifted in, as carefree as ever: “Ohhh (づ｡◕‿‿◕｡)づ~ My dearest wifey, you called?”
“You! Ugh! Look at this fridge door—why isn’t it closed properly?”
“Hmm...”
Click.
“See? Closed now.”
“?? Gu Yan, do you have a death wish?”
“Aww, don’t be mad, Qingqing! I’ll be more careful next time!”
“But........ you’re so cute when you’re angry! Let me smother you with kisses!!!”
“Hey! Stop it... mmm... ah...!!”
Their voices faded into the distance.
Only then did Xiaoleng emerge, still holding the cake box.
She stared blankly in the direction they’d gone.
And rolled her eyes hard.
“That scared me.”
Seriously?
Did they not notice something’s missing?
Xiaoleng was baffled.
Are these two trying to make up for all the lost time?
So proper in public.
But at home, it’s either lovey-dovey or on the way to being lovey-dovey.
Sometimes, Xiaoleng truly regretted passing on all those romantic memories to Leng Qingqiu.
Whatever.
At least I wasn’t caught. Time to dispose of the evidence...
Just as she thought that.
Xiaoleng froze.
Because...
She sensed two pairs of eyes fixed on her.
Her expression stiffened as she turned.
There.
A little girl with a ponytail, clutching a lollipop, tugged at a little boy’s sleeve and gasped: “It’s Ye Ye!!”
“Gu Xiaoqing, look!! Ye Ye can talk! And it eats desserts too!!”
Crack!
Her lollipop fell and shattered on the floor.
“Waaah! My lollipop!”
Gu Xiaoqing, the little boy, blinked blankly. “Ye Ye talks. Should we tell Mom and Dad?”
No way!
Why them?
Gu Xiaoleng and Gu Xiaoqing.
The twin children of Gu Yan and Leng Qingqiu.
Born together, a dragon and phoenix pair!
They’d already shown extraordinary martial talent at a young age.
But!
These two are so annoying!
Xiaoleng panicked—if they tattled, she’d be done for.
So, she lifted her chin haughtily. “Gu Xiaoleng, Gu Xiaoqing.”
“Listen well. I am the Dessert Deity, ruler of all sweets. If you ever want to eat desserts again, you’ll obey me.”
The moment she said it.
They straightened up.
“Dessert Deity!”
“Dessert Deity!”
“We’ll listen to you!”
Okay, tricking innocent kids might be wrong.
But!
Since they’re those two’s kids... I’ll allow it!
With that, the Power of Night flared.
The shattered lollipop magically floated and reassembled itself.
Witnessing this.
Gu Xiaoleng and Gu Xiaoqing exchanged awed glances. They were sold. “So cool!”
“Hmph!”
Xiaoleng raised her head proudly. “By the order of the Dessert Deity, you shall deliver sweets to my sacred abode daily. Understood?”
“Y-Yes!”
“Good. May sweets bless you.”
Whoosh!
In a flash, Xiaoleng vanished.
Only the cake box remained.
Gu Xiaoleng and Gu Xiaoqing stood solemnly—they were now devout followers of the Dessert Deity.
But then.
Leng Qingqiu, having finished her playful scuffle with Gu Yan, stormed back in.
“Gu Xiaoleng! Gu Xiaoqing!”
“So you’re the ones who left the fridge open?! And you ate my precious strawberry cake?!”
“Ugh! My limited-edition cake! Come here right now!”
Yet.
The twins shook their heads reverently. “Mom, we’re now disciples of the Dessert Deity.”
“Eating cake is a sacred act...”
Whack! Whack! Whack!
“Waaahhh!!”
......
......
Back at the cat nest.
Unaware of what was happening elsewhere, Xiao Leng lazily curled up in her cat bed.
She let out a yawn, closed her eyes, and drifted off to sleep.
Ah, another peaceful day.
] [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!"
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.”
