"Chang'an, you are the eldest son in the family. If one day Dad is no longer around, you have to take on this family, you hear?"
"Dad, why would you no longer be around?"
"Everyone has that day, maybe mine will come a little sooner. You're my only son, the hope of the whole family."
"I might not be able to do it."
"Even if you can't do it, you still have to try. I've been struggling my whole life, when I fall down I stand back up and keep struggling, even when my bones are broken I still crawl forward. If one day you are about to die, you still have to die standing!"
Looking at the azure sky, Chang'an smiled bitterly, "I'm sorry Dad, I can't stand up anymore."
He tried his best to open his eyes wide, but darkness still came. His heart was no longer strong, feeble and weak, but he still struggled to beat a few more times.
Little Jiangjiang, I'm sorry I can't say goodbye to you in person.
I'm sorry I can't stop Brother Lin from going back home.
Wu, I really look forward to seeing how far you can go, whether you can accomplish the nine trials that I could not.
Mom... I'm sorry. You can rent out my room now. I hope the insurance money can be dowry for my sister.
I've forgotten what my sister looks like. I'm such a worthless brother.
No more fighting from now on...
As he closed his eyes, the last face that appeared in Chang'an's mind was someone rather unfamiliar.
That's right, it was the owner of the restaurant, who said some chuunibyou things like an idiot, completely incomprehensible. I don't even know why I told him my name at the end.
I always do such incomprehensible things in my life...
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Since coming to Jiang Shuibu's shop, besides sleeping and eating, Wu Liuyan did not have any free time for anything else. In just a few days, she had already gotten used to life in the shop.
At this moment, while washing cups, it didn't stop her from talking. "Uncle Jiang, when will Chang'an come back?"
"Probably a few more days... What did you call me?" Jiang Shuibu turned his head back, drinking wine. "You call me uncle, but you call him directly by name?"
Wu Liuyan nodded. The former naivete was gone. As for timidity, she never had it. She carefully stacked the cups before continuing. "I'm going to marry him in the future, so it's fine to call him by name now."
"What?" Jiang Shuibu stood up, shock, disdain, jealousy and other emotions flickering across his face.
"I'm a woman, Chang'an is a man, is it weird for me to marry him? I know I'm not good looking, even a bit scary, but I only want this status. Anyway there's no monogamy now, I don't mind if he takes other wives." Wu Liuyan spoke these shocking words lightly, as if discussing the weather.
Jiang Shuibu opened his mouth, but did not know what to retort. This humble request did indeed seem to have no fault. But still, it was unpleasant.
After rubbing her neck, Wu Liuyan picked up the unfinished cups and continued. "Uncle Jiang, you like my Chang'an too, right? The kind of like where you want to be lovers."
A breeze blew by, and an afterimage of Jiang Shuibu remained in place while his true body had already grabbed Wu Liuyan by the throat and lifted her up, his face hideously distorted. "What did you say?"
"Did I say something wrong? Since I was little I could see the like and disgust in other people's eyes. Go easier, Uncle Jiang, you're about to break my neck." Wu Liuyan grabbed Jiang Shuibu's wrist, showing no sense of impending death.
Jiang Shuibu silently put Wu Liuyan down, momentarily at a loss for words. Although it wasn't much of a secret to him, hearing it from Wu Liuyan's mouth made him uncomfortable.
Wu Liuyan picked up the unfinished cups and continued speaking. "If Uncle Jiang teaches me properly, not just cooking and washing up, maybe in the future I can help you too."
"...Don't say such strange things again. I have no such thoughts about Chang'an. Stop washing the cups, I'll teach you some self-defense."
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I heard that after people die they go to the underworld, but why does the underworld smell like disinfectant?
Chang'an slowly opened his eyes. It was dark in front of him, soft beneath him, and his nasal cavity was filled with a strange mix of medicinal smells.
"So the underworld doesn't smell like disinfectant." He smiled wryly to himself, already sensing the gazes around him.
Wen Anran yawned, taking the damp towel off Chang'an's forehead. "You're pretty heavy, 1.76 meters tall, must be over 80 kg right? What a freakish body fat percentage."
"Thanks." There was no longer the sharp edge or cold aloofness in Chang'an's thanks this time as he looked at Wen Anran.
Clearly somewhat unused to Chang'an's current tone, Wen Anran's hand shook, dropping the wrung-out towel back into the basin.
"Ahem, don't thank me, I saved you to save myself too, compelled by the powers. I didn't want to either."
Chang'an also didn't know why, but he just felt like smiling in this moment, so the corners of his lips turned up as he said, "I thought I was done for this time, and recalled the past. I owe you a huge favor, you can ask me to do one thing for you."
"What, ask you to die for me too?" Wen Anran made a light joke. Of course he knew Chang'an wouldn't agree, he just wanted to show he had no intention of asking Chang'an for repayment.
Beyond Wen Anran's expectations, Chang'an nodded. "Yes, as long as it's not certain death, even if there's only a thread of life, I can help you. Just once though."
By instinct, Wen Anran knew Chang'an wasn't lying. The weight of this response was as heavy as a mountain. As long as he, Wen Anran, spoke, Chang'an would not refuse.
After a long time, Wen Anran pondered something and finally raised his head, speaking seriously. "I want to win. Not just survive, with my abilities I can achieve great things in the military, I may even become legendary! But the premise is that I have to be the victor."
"Okay." Chang'an agreed readily.
"You think there's a chance?" Wen Anran was the one feeling uncertain now.
Chang'an nodded. "Charles will get rid of that manifestation of imagination. He'll find and eliminate most of the powerful one by one. With your powers, we can definitely be the last ones standing."
"With less competitors left, just a few powerful ones, we still have hope. But before that we still need some weapons."
Wen Anran blankly looked at Chang'an, speaking woodenly, "What about you? Don't you want to win?"
Gazing at the night sky, Chang'an smiled.
"I can't always be like this."
"Always be what way?" Wen Anran blurted out instinctively.
"Always dying. You know, the first thing after waking up from death is thinking about what you thought of before dying. Only then do I know what I truly want."
"Years ago I gambled once, and got two friends from it. Before them, my only purpose in life was to survive. After meeting them I realized surviving could also be meaningful."
Wen Anran thought for a bit, then held out his hand to Chang'an. "Do you know the pinky promise?"
The youth who had lived alone since witnessing his family's murder at eleven, and the young man who had turned into a beast after living like the walking dead until sixteen, hooked pinkies.
Making sure to press their thumbs together and stamp it.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
