🍇The female lead is forced to break up with her boyfriend, only to be pulled into an infinite flow where she sees her NPC boyfriend. The male lead says, "Baby, I was just forced to work overtime, please don't break up with me. [Almost crying]" (I just realized this is another name for the story [laughing and crying])
I'm reading this! The male lead can't come home because he's working overtime, and the female lead (who doesn't know his identity) is so angry she wants to break up with him. That night, she enters a horror game instance. The male lead pretends he's not himself, but he kneels down the moment his full name is called [smirk].
The first book features a pregnant female protagonist who goes into a dungeon. The second book, which I read a long time ago, was the first infinite flow novel I ever read. The female protagonist is anything but delicate; she's skilled in both literature and martial arts. The male protagonist dies while challenging the final dungeon, but he misses her and is unwilling to die, so he absorbs the power of the terrifying gamer and becomes a fragment. For the third book, I recommend watching the manga first, then transitioning to the story of Juejuezi. The last book features a female protagonist who grows through experience, but she's very strong and persevering. It's a novel that will make you laugh and cry (leaning towards an ensemble cast). This is my first time recommending a book, so I'm not very good at organizing my thoughts, but these are all books I think are good. [Bookshelf added][Bookshelf added][Bookshelf added]
Before her consciousness faded, a cold, pale hand appeared in the void, gently stroking her neck from behind. A chilling breath brushed against her pale cheek. "Baby, welcome to my world." [Welcome player Yan Ling to the horror game.] [Current Instance: "Love's Death Day"] [Type: Single-player survival mode.] [Instance Level: D.] [Instance Introduction: You are about to embark on a romantic date to the death, with flowers, gifts, candlelight dinner, and heartfelt confessions—the only problem is, your lover might not be human...] A tall, handsome man with an almost eerie appearance stood in the doorway, his nearly transparent pale skin gleaming coldly in the dim light. "Excuse me for disturbing your meal," the man's voice was deep and pleasant. "I've come to find my lover." The man's eyes swept over everyone present, finally landing on Yan Ling, his pupils flashing a strange crimson. Yan Ling met the man's eyes, her heart pounding uncontrollably. This man... Why did he feel so familiar? The man walked straight to Yan Ling's side, his long, slender fingers gently resting on the back of her chair. He leaned down and whispered, "Baby, I'm sorry I'm late." He elegantly peeled back the human skin and sat down opposite her. "Now, your lover is me." "My name is Bukarushiu." A smile played on his lips, his voice soft and almost cloyingly sweet: "You can also call me baby, sweetheart, husband..." In her dream, she met Feng Yan in a horror game, a virtual online game. Feng Yan helped her escape from monsters, and they became friends and played games together. They played with perfect teamwork and chatted happily. Even though they had never met, Yan Ling felt a strange flutter in her heart. Later, they started dating. Feng Yan knew a lot and could always talk about topics that Yan Ling found very interesting. He was also incredibly kind to her, always finding various reasons to give her gifts. The daily roses he sent made her small home very cozy. Sometimes Yan Ling would complain to him about trivial matters in life, and those troubles would quickly be cleverly resolved. Although they had never met, Yan Ling could sense that he was constantly watching her. This all-encompassing surveillance gradually transformed her initial sweetness into unease, yet also a twisted sense of security. Even when Feng Yan said he wasn't human, she wasn't overly shocked. Even now, she could feel that dangerous gaze tightly enveloping her, a sensation like being licked by a snake's tongue shooting from her toes up to the back of her neck, almost suffocating her. As if afraid she wouldn't believe him, Bukarushi clung to her again: "I only love you, I'm only loyal to you, baby, you have to believe me." Only loyal to you... Bukarushi suddenly grabbed Yan Ling's wrist: "Baby, you're so cold to me, don't you like me anymore?" "Ah Ling, you're not being honest with me." Yan Ling smiled, her voice slightly seductive, and whispered: "Then take out your true heart and show it to me, can you do that?" After a long while, he curled his lips: "Ah Ling, do you really want to see my true heart? It might not be very pretty." "Ah Ling, you need to be mentally prepared, don't be scared." As he spoke, Bukarushi slowly took his hand out of his chest cavity, revealing a heart glowing with a dark red light. "Here, the true heart you wanted." He opened his hand and handed the heart to Yan Ling. Yan Ling stared at the heart, her throat tightened, and her fingertips trembled slightly. She hadn't expected him to actually take it out himself. Yan Ling leaned closer to look, her face suddenly turning pale, her eyes filled with disbelief. The pattern was printed on the necklace, which clearly bore the character "Ling" (灵). It was a couple's necklace she gave to Feng Yan; Feng Yan's necklace had "Ling" engraved on it, while hers had "Yan" (晏). How did the necklace end up here? Wait! How could this pattern be engraved on this human skin? The moment the door opened, Yan Ling saw numerous photos of various sizes hanging on the walls of the room. From this distance, she couldn't make out the people in the photos, but from the outlines, it wasn't hard to tell it was a girl. He treasured those photos so much; it seemed Bukarushu valued the woman in them highly. Bukarushu came out of the room again, carrying a camera. Looking at Yan Ling's adorable sleeping face on the bed, he took many photos from various angles before stopping. This Bukarushu was really easy to coax, just like Feng Yan. He pulled Yan Ling into his arms, holding her tightly, his voice low and gentle: "Do you really want me to stop hiding and be my true self?" "Ah Ling, even if you're lying, I'll gladly accept it." Yan Ling replied, "They're so beautiful, and they'll never wither." Just like the roses Feng Yan gave her, they'll never wither. The completion condition flashed through Yan Ling's mind again: make your lover fall in love with you and willingly offer their heart to you. Willingly offer their heart to you... At the last moment before the blade pierced Bukarushi, Yan Ling twisted the tip and plunged it into her own heart. Bukarushi's pupils contracted sharply. He reached out to grab the blade, but only managed to grasp the hilt. Blood stained the roses, like blooming red lotuses, alluring yet tragically beautiful. "You..." Bukarushi held Yan Ling's body, his voice hoarse, his eyes slightly red. A poignant smile played on Yan Ling's lips: "You've never received a lover's true heart. Now I offer you mine. Will you accept it?" Bukarushu suddenly laughed. He lowered his head and kissed Yan Ling's bloodied lips. The instant their lips touched, Yan Ling felt a strange, tingling sensation in her heart. She looked down at her chest and discovered a large hole had been ripped out, looking terrifying, yet it didn't hurt. Her heart had truly been taken, and at the same time, Bukarushu's beautiful, ruby-like heart merged into her body. "Ah Ling, my heart has always been with you." Bukarushu held her hand and pressed it against his empty chest. His body gradually became transparent, and the roses entwined around Yan Ling withered and vanished at a visible speed. [Congratulations to player Yan Ling for completing the dungeon clear quest, successfully making your love interest fall in love with you and willingly offer you their heart!] Things unfolded as she expected. The dungeon boss suffered from a heart condition, so she exchanged her heart for his; only in this way could she obtain true "true love." Bucarashu had truly given her his heart willingly; she had won her gamble. It seemed that not loving could be fatal, but loving too deeply could also be fatal. She stared down for a long time; the black mist churned, gradually coalescing into a blurry black figure. The figure slowly opened its eyes, revealing a pair of scarlet eyes that stared directly into hers. What exactly was that black figure? Why did those eyes look so much like Bucarashu's? Seeing his familiar, handsome face, Yan Ling's eyes widened in astonishment. It wasn't her imagination; the black figure was indeed Bucarashu! "You... Who are you? Haven't we met before?" Yan Ling was inherently stubborn, and drunk, she became even more persistent, grabbing Samuel's sleeve and asking, "You really don't recognize me? Or are you pretending? Are you really Bucarashu?" Seeing the exquisitely beautiful woman before him frowning with a pitiful expression, Samuel couldn't help but gently rub her brow. "Who is Bucarashu?" Samuel asked. Yan Ling paused, muttering angrily, "He's a bastard. He stole my heart and put his heart inside mine." I quietly spaced out, often thinking of how kind you were to me. After tying the ribbon, Samuel's hand was still holding Yan Ling's. After examining her for a while, he frowned slightly: "You're too thin." Samuel gently grasped Yan Ling's wrist; he could easily hold both of her wrists with one hand. After staring at her for a while, he said quietly, "I'll learn to cook." Yan Ling: "???" How did the topic suddenly shift to cooking? Yan Ling clearly realized that Samuel was the mermaid described in the diary. She was slowly moving forward, barely managing to take ten centimeters before Samuel pulled her back. "Are you afraid of me? Have I ever hurt you?" Samuel said, a strange grievance in his eyes. Yan Ling's heart softened. Considering that he hadn't hurt her at all and had even helped her, she tried to speak in a tone that wouldn't hurt the mermaid: "Humans are afraid of things beyond their understanding. We're afraid of the outside world, not just you." Samuel: "We're already so close, and you're still making excuses. You're just afraid of me." Yan Ling: "..." "You're the one who cut it out and hid it here, and now you want to put it back together?" Samuel looked at Yan Ling, his expression unchanged. Instead, he gently took Yan Ling's hand, and with a resolute smile, pressed it against Yan Ling's heart. "The heart should be returned to its rightful owner." She struggled to get away, but Samuel's strength was astonishing, and she couldn't pull away at all. "What are you doing? This is your heart." Although she couldn't feel pain, the feeling of that strange heart drilling into her body terrified her. She looked up and met Samuel's scarlet eyes. Samuel's lips curled slightly, his gaze deep and complex, as if he had been waiting for this moment for far too long. "No, this is yours." Samuel slowly crouched down, reaching out to stroke her cheek, his eyes flashing red. "Ah Ling, didn't you want my true heart?" Yan Ling covered her head, countless unfamiliar fragments of memory flooding her mind like a tidal wave. On the fog-shrouded deck, Samuel killed the greedy captain and reclaimed his heart. But the instant he struck, a black fog engulfed the entire cruise ship, swallowing Samuel whole. Yan Ling's pupils constricted. Because of her heart, she could clearly sense Samuel's condition. The black fog, like countless tiny ants, gnawed at his spirit, every inch being eroded and dissolved. The feeling was too real, as if her own soul was being torn apart. But the next second, another memory surfaced in her mind. It was the same scene; Yan Ling was in Samuel's position, watching a knife pierce his heart. And the person holding the knife was none other than herself! Yan Ling's consciousness returned to reality. Looking at Samuel before her, she was completely stunned. Had she really ripped out Samuel's heart?! But how could that be? This was clearly her first time here, and her first time meeting Samuel. However, all this chaos failed to attract Yan Ling's attention; her eyes remained fixed on Samuel. "Who are you?" He called her A-Ling and said he would give her his heart—things only she and Bukarushi knew. Samuel was Bukarushi! Samuel grasped Yan Ling's hand and gently pressed it to his chest: "It is the Gluttonous Ship, feeding on human souls. It exploits humanity's desire for immortality, tempting them to absorb souls for it." "It devoured my heart, and was also cursed by me. Now that my heart has been found, it has awakened." "It is not satisfied yet." Samuel pulled Yan Ling into his arms, a dark glint flashing in his red eyes. "Baby, my heart has always been with you." Yan Ling leaned against Samuel's chest, feeling something being ripped from her heart, a bittersweet feeling making her want to cry. "What are you doing?" Yan Ling's voice was low and hoarse, her chest feeling tight. As soon as she asked, she felt Samuel's heart begin to beat again. Yan Ling's eyes widened, staring at Samuel in astonishment. "Ah Ling, we'll see each other again soon." Samuel pushed Yan Ling away and turned to walk into the black mist. "Wait!" Cheng Xuanyou pulled Yan Ling back, and she watched helplessly as Samuel's figure was completely swallowed by the black mist. Her chest felt empty, as if something important had been forcibly ripped out, even her breathing became labored. Boom— Before the words were even finished, the entire ghost ship emitted a deafening roar, the hull tilted, rotten planks snapped, and the ship was disintegrating. Just before plunging into the sea, Yan Ling saw the black mist condense into a giant hand, gently catching her falling body. [Congratulations to player Yan Ling for clearing "Ghost Ship"!] Enveloped in black mist, Yan Ling felt her heart pounding slightly to an eerie rhythm. She loosened her collar and discovered a dark red mark on her chest. When she saw her reflection in the mirror and the mark on her chest, her pupils dilated in shock. The mark was the pattern of the matching necklace she and Feng Yan wore; upon closer inspection, she could even clearly see the character "Yan" imprinted on it. She rubbed her chest vigorously, but the mark seemed like an indelible contract, impossible to erase. Samuel, Bucarash, Feng Yan… all the details that had occurred recently connected at this moment. They had always been Feng Yan; Feng Yan wasn't human; he was the dungeon boss. After a quick shower, Yan Ling dressed and entered the game lobby. Having unexpectedly discovered Feng Yan's true identity, she couldn't wait any longer. She was just an ordinary person, nothing special; why would Feng Yan, the dungeon boss, choose her? What was with that inexplicable memory? She had so many questions in her mind, and she was about to go to the dungeon to find Feng Yan and get the answers. She felt like she might be mentally unstable, otherwise how could she not remember things that happened before? Yan Ling organized her thoughts slightly and said, "Recently, some memories I've never experienced have appeared in my mind, but in those memories, I am present." "I think I might have amnesia, or perhaps I have another personality, but I haven't realized it yet." This was the first time she was meeting Feng Yan knowing his true identity, and she couldn't help but feel a little nervous. The man wore a deep purple robe, his sharp features even more pronounced in the dim light. His cold, handsome face exuded a chilling, oppressive aura, sending shivers down one's spine. Yan Ling recognized him at a glance; it was Bukalashu, Feng Yan. "Feng Yan?" Although it was a question, it was only about whether he possessed Feng Yan's memories. Hearing this name, Feng Yan's brows furrowed almost imperceptibly: "You know me?" She took a deep breath, deciding to take a gamble. "My name is Yan Ling, and I am... Your lover." Such a perfect person, exactly to his aesthetic sensibilities, so alluring, even the strands of her hair seemed to be tempting him. If she were truly his lover, could he resist making a move? Absolutely not. A man in a dark purple robe stood there, his tall figure exuding a chilling aura. Yan Ling's eyes lit up when she saw him, a hint of joy appearing on her face. Last night, the lighting was too dim, and she hadn't seen Feng Yan clearly. Now, seeing him like this, her lover was indeed very handsome. Feng Yan's gaze swept across the crowd, finally landing on Yan Ling. Yan Ling blinked, her bright eyes meeting his gaze without hesitation, even curving slightly like two small crescent moons. So handsome. Feng Yan's steps faltered slightly, a barely perceptible tremor flashing in his eyes, his earlobes flushing slightly. How strange, he'd never felt this way before. Why did this girl make him feel so strange? Could she really be a witch? Feng Yan slowly turned his head, his long, narrow eyes now gleaming with an eerie dark red light. Seeing those dark red eyes, Yan Ling's heart suddenly raced, and the mark on her chest felt hot. Feng Yan noticed Yan Ling's unnatural expression and frowned slightly. What was wrong with her? Why was her face so red? Was she sick? Feng Yan approached Yan Ling and suddenly raised his hand. Yan Ling looked up, neither flinching nor flinching, her eyes showing no fear. However, his long, cold hand merely gently stroked Yan Ling's loose hair, putting the headscarf that had slipped off her shoulder back on. "Your headscarf fell off, fix it yourself." His voice remained indifferent, but his gaze towards her had inexplicably lost some of its chill. Yan Ling obediently raised her hand to fix her headscarf, and in the instant Feng Yan withdrew his hand, she secretly brushed against the back of his hand. Feng Yan's hand trembled slightly, and he quickly withdrew it behind his back, but the spot on the back of his hand that had been touched felt tingly. Her boyfriend was full of secrets; he was truly difficult to understand. Feng Yan paused, and after a long while, he spoke, "Don't you like it?" Just as Feng Yan was pondering how to warn the two nuns to back down, he suddenly felt a warm, soft touch on his face. Feng Yan froze, his breath catching in his throat, his fingers unconsciously tightening. Yan Ling's lips lightly touched his cheek, a fleeting touch. But this light kiss was like a spark, instantly igniting Feng Yan's heart, burning away all his calm and composed facade. "You..." Feng Yan's voice was slightly hoarse as he turned to look at her. Yan Ling blinked, her cheeks slightly flushed, "What's wrong? It's not like it's the first time we've kissed." From within the black flames, a figure gradually appeared, cold hands tenderly embracing Yan Ling from behind. "Baby, these people are hopeless. I'll help you punish them properly." Yan Ling turned back, carefully examining the man's face before her. Her appearance was almost identical to that of Bishop Feng Yan, except that her eyes were stained blood-red, like two rubies, her face was paler, and her gaze... Was more like that of a male ghost. Sure enough, she was right; Feng Yan was the ultimate boss of this instance, the true form of the evil god. Yan Ling tilted her head: "You're the Feng Yan I know, aren't you?" Feng Yan quickly explained: "Baby, my human avatar is just a link between me and this world. He doesn't have the memory of loving you and me, don't be angry." Yan Ling gently placed her hand on Feng Yan's chest, feeling his heartbeat, her eyes filled with reproach. "This time, I shouldn't need to dig out my heart, right?" Feng Yan chuckled, taking her hand and kissing it, his voice gentle and almost seductive: "Baby, my heart has always been with you." Black flames raged and swirled around them, but obediently avoided Yan Ling; even the flames knew not to touch her carelessly. Feng Yan picked up Yan Ling and stepped out of the black flames. A deathly silence fell over the area beneath the judgment seat. Everyone stared wide-eyed in terror at the two figures emerging from the black flames. Feng Yan held Yan Ling tightly in his arms, looking down at them with icy eyes, like a high god surveying a group of ants. "But no matter which instance we're in, I'm always the biggest boss. The other smaller bosses wouldn't dare disobey me. Don't worry, I'll protect you." Yan Ling wasn't worried about that. "I'm curious, as the big boss, why did you choose me?" Yan Ling asked. Yan Ling knew that besides her pretty face, she was otherwise quite ordinary. And there were so many beautiful people in the world, why would Feng Yan only choose her for a relationship? Feng Yan stopped, his gaze towards her complex, as if he was considering how to answer her question. After a long pause, he finally spoke, his eyes filled with sincere longing: "Because you are the most special." Yan Ling wanted to press further, but the system's voice rang out at the most inopportune moment: [Congratulations to player Yan Ling for clearing "The Witch Trial"!] "We're not married yet, and I guess we won't get married in the future." Yan Ling carefully chose her words. Feng Yan was a dungeon boss, not belonging to this world, so the two of them couldn't register for marriage. Moreover, it seemed that Feng Yan couldn't come to this world either; otherwise, she would already know his identity, and he wouldn't need to avoid her. "Don't you have any personal skills?" Yan Ling paused: "Does pleasing the boss count?" Yan Ling raised an eyebrow at Feng Yan, her eyes seeming to say, "I won't smile, what can you do about it?" Qiao Zi, seeing this, became a little anxious, momentarily conflicted about whether she should smile or not. Looking at Yan Ling's proud little expression, Feng Yan's heart softened. During this time, they had been chatting through phone screens. Although being able to contact each other was good enough, it was still not as good as meeting in person. Even lovers need to see each other's emotions and feel each other's body temperature and heartbeat. Yan Ling didn't laugh, but the clown Feng Yan couldn't help but laugh. Yan Ling said quite frankly, "Maybe he sensed my laughter." "Sister Hong is really good at keeping her emotions under wraps!" Qiao Zi actually believed her nonsense. After not seeing him for a few days, Feng Yan had changed his identity and his clothes again. Others were terrified of playing games, but for her, playing a dungeon with Feng Yan was like playing Miracle Yan Yan. Unfortunately, she was currently live streaming and couldn't acknowledge Feng Yan, nor could she cause any unnecessary misunderstandings. Just then, Feng Yan stood in front of Yan Ling and very gentlemanly extended his hand to her: "Now I need a beautiful and brave lady to assist me in completing the next magic trick." Feng Yan's eyes were smiling as he looked straight at Yan Ling, as if no one else existed. "Would you do me the honor of assisting this beautiful lady with her magic trick?" A railing separated the audience from the stage. As Yan Ling looked around for a step onto the stage, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist. The next second, she was suspended in mid-air, lifted onto the stage by Feng Yan. Amidst the astonished and amused gazes of the crowd, Feng Yan carried Yan Ling all the way to the center of the stage. If Yan Ling hadn't secretly reached out and lightly pinched Feng Yan's waist as a warning, he probably wouldn't have let go. Even so, Feng Yan's gaze couldn't help but drift towards Yan Ling. To avoid arousing suspicion from the viewers in the live stream, Yan Ling deliberately looked away, trying her best not to look at Feng Yan, but rather at the other audience members. All the viewers were waiting for Yan Ling to continue her rebellious act, but instead, they saw Yan Ling bend down, wipe her fingers on the remaining blood on the ground, and then press her fingerprint onto a waiver. "Is this alright?" Yan Ling casually handed the waiver to Feng Yan. Feng Yan reached out to take it, but not to take the waiver; instead, he grabbed Yan Ling's blood-stained hand. "You've gotten them all dirty." Feng Yan took out a handkerchief and carefully wiped Yan Ling's fingers clean. At that moment, a pair of cool hands pinched her chin and lifted it slightly. Yan Ling met Feng Yan's dazzling red eyes, like glass stained with blood, dazzling even in the dim light, radiating a bewitching red glow. Yan Ling could even clearly feel her heart pounding wildly. "Where were your eyes looking during practice?" His voice was deep, his fingertips gently caressing her chin, which she couldn't see. Although the touch was cool, Yan Ling felt a burning sensation where he touched her. [By the way, Yan Ling's outfit looks like a matching couple's outfit with the clown boss.] "As is customary, today my partner and I, my dear clown, will perform an opening act for everyone." Hearing the word "dear," Feng Yan's lips curled up slightly, a faint smile playing on his lips. Feng Yan's voice rang out from above: "Darling, leaving so soon?" Yan Ling looked up, meeting Feng Yan's ruby-like eyes, which held a gentle smile. Seeing his stunningly handsome face so close up, Yan Ling's heart skipped a beat, and she was momentarily lost in thought. Seeing her dazed, infatuated expression, Feng Yan's eyes flashed with a playful, indulgent affection. He cupped Yan Ling's face in his hands and kissed her. The cool touch on her lips made Yan Ling instinctively bite down, as if she were eating an ice cube. Unbeknownst to her, Feng Yan had actually been watching her the whole time, worried she might get hurt and even sending the beast tamer to "pass by." However, if he helped too obviously, other players might suspect he was targeting her, so he had to be discreet in front of so many viewers. Therefore, when Yan Ling took the beast taming whip, he had the beast tamer leave halfway. Knowing Yan Ling was terrible with directions, he even placed the interdimensional teleportation box near her. Of course, even if he didn't do these things, he believed that Yan Ling was capable enough to handle those troubles. But completing a B-level dungeon would inevitably involve injuries, and he didn't want to see Yan Ling get hurt. He cherished her dearly; how could he let those beasts harm her? Although Feng Yan was her beloved boyfriend, his status as a dungeon boss still made Yan Ling feel somewhat distant. As a boss, Feng Yan had his own tasks to complete, while she was a player, and she was trying her best not to cause him any trouble. Moreover, in previous dungeons, Feng Yan only treated her specially, maintaining a cold and businesslike attitude towards other players. But now, Feng Yan had helped her friends for her sake, which made Yan Ling feel that the distance between them had lessened considerably. "What are you thinking about again?" Feng Yan turned his head to look at Yan Ling, his eyes probing. Perhaps because Yan Ling had left him with a psychological trauma, whenever she was lost in thought, Feng Yan would always associate her with bad things. Yan Ling tilted her head and gave Feng Yan's cheek a "smack": "You're so good to me." Feng Yan was stunned, and the unease and anxiety in his heart instantly dissipated. Knowing Yan Ling was about to leave the instance, Feng Yan took out several tickets and gave them to her: "Although I can't go with you, you can go with other friends." Yan Ling took them and was immediately amused and exasperated. These were tickets to a circus performance. Was he afraid that this instance would give her a phobia of circus performances, so he specially sent her to see a normal circus performance to "heal" her? [Congratulations to player Yan Ling for clearing "Circus Ghost Stories"!] ["Ghost Stories Circus" has been renamed "Beast Circus," instance level A.] [Unlocked instance achievement: The Fox Borrows the Tiger's Power (you know what I mean), reward 520 points.] "These days, filming is all about kissing and hugging, my boyfriend will be unhappy." There are so many people dying in this world, why is she the only one who can enter the game? Come to think of it, maybe Feng Yan deliberately pulled her into the game to save her. As the instance boss, if Feng Yan wanted, she could roam freely in the horror instance, playing the game without dying and even being able to extend her life. Unfortunately, they couldn't reveal Feng Yan's true identity to anyone yet. A few seconds later, the stage lights came on, shining directly on the host standing in the center. "Ladies and gentlemen, tonight's performance will be unforgettable for you!" A round of enthusiastic applause erupted, the audience quite cooperative. However, Yan Ling and her three companions in the front row stared wide-eyed at the host on stage, completely frozen. The host wore a purple costume, his ruby-like eyes adorned with two blood-red teardrops. He was tall and imposing, with sharp eyes and strikingly handsome features. Seeing Feng Yan in the real world filled Yan Ling with surprise and joy, while Qiao Zi and the others were only terrified. Yan Ling searched every possible hiding place in the circus, but still couldn't find Feng Yan. It seemed he was afraid of being questioned and had hidden in the game. When she went backstage to look for him earlier, she had forgotten that this wooden box could lead to another dimension; Feng Yan might be inside. After entering, Yan Ling directly opened the mechanism beneath the wooden crate, leading her straight to another space. This time, the connected space wasn't the beast cage area, but Feng Yan's room, though Feng Yan wasn't there. A requiem was still playing in the room, indicating that Feng Yan might have been there not long ago but left for some reason. She didn't think Feng Yan was avoiding her out of fear of being questioned; it was probably due to work. Yan Ling suddenly thought of calling Feng Yan; he always answered instantly before. This time, the phone rang for a full five seconds without being answered, and Yan Ling sensed something was wrong. Just as Yan Ling was about to hang up, the call was answered. There was a crackling sound on the other end, as if there was some interference nearby. After a while, Yan Ling heard a woman's voice accompanied by static. The woman's voice was intermittent; Yan Ling couldn't hear a complete word, only the words "no, save, die." Just as Yan Ling was about to speak, the call was disconnected. Looking at the call-ending screen, the number displayed on her phone was indeed Feng Yan's; she hadn't dialed the wrong number. Why was a woman's voice coming from Feng Yan's phone? What had happened to Feng Yan? He had allowed her in, probably wanting her help, so he must have left her clues. Soon, Yan Ling found a note under the bed that read: "Nightmare Sanatorium." It sounded like a dungeon name; it seemed Feng Yan wanted her to enter it. Worried about Feng Yan's safety, Yan Ling didn't want to wait a moment longer. She messaged Qiao Zi to tell them not to wait, then lay down and went straight to the game lobby. She found the "Nightmare Sanatorium" dungeon, an A-level single-player dungeon, essentially a nightmare difficulty game. Most of the other single-player dungeons were full, but this one was empty. Yan Ling took out her phone and called Feng Yan again. Just then, her phone, which she had carelessly placed on the bed, rang. She slowly turned her head to look, and on the screen of the phone she had found under the bed, it clearly displayed "My dearest wife." Yan Ling: "..." Looking at the long list of contact names, Yan Ling's expression was somewhat conflicted. This was Feng Yan's phone, right? Holding Feng Yan's phone, Yan Ling hesitated for a second before opening it without any hesitation. It wasn't that she was curious about what was on her darling boyfriend's phone, nor was she curious about what her terrifying boss boyfriend was interested in; she was simply looking for clues. The phone screen lit up, and it even required a lock screen password. Yan Ling thought for a moment, then entered Feng Yan's birthday, but it failed to unlock. She then entered her own birthday, but it still failed. Yan Ling frowned, and tried entering various anniversaries and special times from her memories, but it still failed. Yan Ling was in a very bad mood. She put the phone in her pocket, plucked rose petals, and looked out the window. If Feng Yan was in this scenario, Yan Ling felt she would have a hard time not being angry. Dragging her into this death loop scenario, making her experience death multiple times—that bastard Feng Yan probably wanted to break up. The monster stared into Yan Ling's eyes and said, word by word, "Kill everyone here to end everything." Before Yan Ling could understand, she heard the monster say, "Take him out." With a "ding," the elevator doors opened, and a tall figure stepped out. Yan Ling tried her best to stay awake, and only when the person got closer did she finally see the striking face. His crimson eyes looked down at her, cold and sharp. Looking at that familiar handsome face, Yan Ling's eyes widened involuntarily. Feng Yan?! However, Feng Yan only glanced at her indifferently, his eyes as disdainful as if he were looking at a stray cat or dog. Looking at her corpses scattered throughout the corridor, there was even a hint of disgust on his face. No, this wasn't the Feng Yan she knew. Who was he? Her consciousness gradually faded, and the instance reset. When Yan Ling woke up again, her mind was filled with doubt and shock. Feng Yan was here, so the big boss in this instance must be him. Could this cycle of death also be caused by him? Why had she turned into a monster? She had so many questions. In this instance, Feng Yan didn't remember her at all, and this had happened more than once. The first two times, those were Feng Yan's clones; perhaps because of the original's consciousness, even without memories of her, they would subconsciously protect her. But the Feng Yan in this instance was too cold and ruthless towards her; he was definitely not the Feng Yan she knew. After doing all this, Feng Yan walked to her side on the experimental table, gently stroking her hair with immense tenderness. Yan Ling was stunned. This Feng Yan seemed to be the one she knew, completely different from the cold Feng Yan she had seen before. Seeing this, Yan Ling suddenly thought of a possibility. If multiple versions of herself from different timelines appeared in this instance, then were there multiple versions of Feng Yan as well? But her situation was still different from Feng Yan's. She said that what she saw were all things she had experienced, and those people were all her. But Feng Yan was not like that; this was the Feng Yan she knew, and the one she had seen before was definitely not her Feng Yan. Yan Ling didn't alert him and continued watching. In the laboratory, Feng Yan looked at Yan Ling's dismembered body, his eyes filled with both pain and anger. He had clearly told her not to come in, but why couldn't she escape? He didn't want Yan Ling to experience this torture, but now it was all in vain. The only thing he could do now was to help Yan Ling, across different timelines, escape this place. This instance was a bottomless pit, a near-death experience for anyone. Many would become completely lost in this endless cycle of death, ultimately suffering a mental breakdown. Yan Ling's mental strength was extremely powerful; he believed she could kill herself countless times without batting an eye. But for those who entered, leaving was incredibly difficult, unless… As he fell into deep thought, the laboratory doors opened one by one, and the face he hated so much reappeared. Seeing Feng Yan's eyes, as if he had seen an enemy, Yan Ling curiously peeked in. At the laboratory entrance, a man dressed exactly like Feng Yan, with the same appearance, slowly walked towards him. The man's eyes were cold, devoid of any warmth or emotion, like a robot. Yan Ling recognized him; this was the Feng Yan she had encountered earlier, the one she didn't know, when he was on the verge of death on the second floor. Two Feng Yans had appeared face to face. Feng Yan stared at the cold man opposite him, a hint of ruthlessness in his eyes, silently blocking the experimental table. "You shouldn't do this! She's dead! You'll definitely regret it!" Feng Yan desperately tried to dissuade his counterpart, but he knew that his past self wouldn't listen. Back then, he was a dungeon boss who ruthlessly toyed with players, treating them like toys. To climb to the top, he used any means necessary, already notorious for his brutality among the smaller bosses. Other dungeons were manageable; players could always find a way to escape. But this dungeon was different. It was inherently difficult; while other bosses had a 50% success rate, after he took over, no one survived. Compared to other types of dungeons, Feng Yan especially loved this one. He enjoyed watching other players reset time and time again, repeatedly battling against their past selves, gradually succumbing to despair. This Feng Yan at this point in time was the Feng Yan who had just become the boss. At this time, he was cold-blooded, brutal, and bloodthirsty; no one could stop his madness. Even the current Feng Yan himself couldn't do it. In this sanatorium, not only does player death reset, but so do they. Yan Ling's repeated loops without seeing Feng Yan weren't because he deliberately didn't appear. As the dungeon's final boss, he should have appeared long ago. Little did she know, Feng Yan was actually killing his past self time and time again, just to buy Yan Ling time to solve the puzzle and escape. Yan Ling watched the two Feng Yans below confront each other, and they started fighting at the drop of a hat. Watching their brutal, bone-crunching fight, Yan Ling felt like she was watching an action movie; it was quite entertaining. Their fight was so intense that the battlefield gradually shifted from the laboratory to behind the mysterious door. While Yan Ling was still waiting for them to come out, she noticed that the person who had been lying on the experimental table slowly opened her eyes. Having just undergone human experimentation, she sat up abruptly from the bed, her body still bearing the stitches from the experiment, threatening to reopen with the slightest movement. Yan Ling carefully surveyed the room, noticing a circle of mirrors hanging on the walls. She knew Feng Yan could see the outside world through mirrors; it seemed he had been silently observing her throughout her constant cycle of death and reset. The room reeked of alcohol, and broken glasses and a coffee table lay on the floor. Yan Ling could even imagine Feng Yan sitting there, drinking and savoring her confusion, shock, and struggle. Thankfully, that wasn't her Feng Yan. But now she felt lost. She knew there was another version of herself, transformed into a monster, in this sanatorium, but she didn't know what would happen next. The unfamiliar Feng Yan had gone after her monstrous self; they should be on the second floor below. So what was she to do now? Hunt down and kill the other monstrous version of herself? But she had witnessed the abilities of this unfamiliar Feng Yan and knew she was no match for him. She could have waited for the stranger Feng Yan to deal with the other monster version of herself, saving her the trouble of taking action herself. She couldn't help but recall what the monster version of herself had told her in the last loop: "Kill everyone here to end everything." Was that the only way? Why kill those innocent patients? Yan Ling couldn't understand. She went to the ward she had been in before and looked at the patient lying asleep on the bed. These patients knew nothing about what was happening here; they were even victims themselves. Why did they have to die too? Suddenly, Yan Ling realized something. This patient had been terrified of her when he first met her, perhaps because he had already experienced all of this. Perhaps she had killed him, and he also possessed the memories of the loop. What that guy said next shocked her more and more. He said that his future self had a lover. How ridiculous! A lover was such a meaningless and troublesome thing; he didn't need it at all. He also said that his lover was the girl in the current sanatorium. He found the girl named Yan Ling interesting, but only for fun; he had no other intentions. The guy even warned him never to harm Yan Ling, saying he'd kill him if she died at his hands. This was quite interesting—a self-proclaimed future version of himself threatening to kill him. Feng Yan was somewhat convinced, but not entirely. He decided against killing her, using the opportunity to verify his lover's claim. Based on the image in the mirror, he immediately went to find Yan Ling, who had been transformed into an experimental monster. Unfortunately, by the time he arrived, Yan Ling had already been dismembered by the monsters in the sanatorium. Starting over, he watched Yan Ling slaughter everyone. Her cold eyes, her disdainful attitude, her ruthless methods—strangely, they excited him. An interesting player, the first time he'd encountered such an interesting player. Those who entered this game were either driven by intense desire or were ruthless. Most ordinary people came here out of fear, playing the game hesitantly and timidly, finding no enjoyment whatsoever. Those vicious and ruthless people were too abnormal, each one violent and bloodthirsty, utterly brainless, constantly staging bloody dramas—it got tiresome after a while. But Yan Ling was different. She was bold, intelligent, and calm enough to be almost cold-blooded, which suited his taste perfectly. He really couldn't bear to let her be trapped here and die. "You're interesting." Being praised for no reason, Yan Ling wasn't happy at all. Perhaps because he somewhat believed that guy's words, Feng Yan found the girl's cold eyes rather cute. Dating? If it were her, it didn't seem impossible. However, since they were already together in the future, and his future self had even come here personally to warn him to protect her, why did she seem so cold towards him? Shouldn't they be lovers? "Wife?" Feng Yan tentatively asked. Hearing this address, Yan Ling's face was filled with horror, her eyes looking at him as if she had seen a ghost. Seeing her reaction, Feng Yan was somewhat disappointed. It seemed that guy had lied to him. They weren't lovers at all. "Who's your wife? You're not the Feng Yan I know at all!" Yan Ling frowned, glaring at him angrily, her eyes full of dissatisfaction. Hearing her say this, Feng Yan immediately realized, was what that guy was saying really true? Yan Ling really was his lover. "I am Feng Yan, how could I not be?" Feng Yan was in a good mood, his fingers gently caressing the softness of Yan Ling's neck, leaning slightly forward. Yan Ling frowned and turned her head away: "It's different, anyway, you're not him, I like him, not you." Feng Yan's eyes sharpened, he pinched Yan Ling's face and turned her around, his eyes carrying a hint of danger. "This is my nature. You say you don't like me like this, how will the future me be any different from the present?" As he spoke, Feng Yan suddenly seemed to think of something interesting, and smiled: "It seems that the future me has an extra skill of deceiving, and you like it very much." Deceive? In doing those things, he only benefited her and never wanted anything in return. If this is deceiving, then he wouldn't mind deceiving her for a lifetime. If this were the Feng Yan she didn't know in the past, she really wanted to record these words and let the current Feng Yan hear them. Let the current Feng Yan know how he bullied her in the past! Yan Ling tried to push Feng Yan's hand away, but to no avail. She could only say, "I came here to negotiate with you." "Negotiate? With me?" Feng Yan raised an eyebrow slightly, his eyes filled with a hint of mockery. Yan Ling continued, "I think you've seen him before, and you should know my identity. He won't allow you to trap me, and I can never truly die here." "Instead of us getting bogged down in this endless infighting, why don't we each take a step back? You let me leave, and I... I won't pursue this matter with the current you." Yan Ling couldn't think of anything that would benefit the past Feng Yan, so she could only shamelessly cling to the current Feng Yan. At this moment, Feng Yan suddenly released her neck, his gaze unreadable: "Fine, I'll let you go." Yan Ling was surprised: "..." He really just let her go like that? Was the past Feng Yan this easy to talk to? Or is there something fishy going on? Before Yan Ling could think further, she saw Feng Yan's thin lips curl into a smile, and the next second she appeared outside the sanatorium's gate. "I just came out like that?" Other minor bosses were still restricted by the dungeon rules, but she didn't feel that the game restricted Feng Yan in any way. "Was he really this crazy before? He seems so different from the person I know. It feels a bit strange... Strangely endearing." Personality is innate and hard to change. If Feng Yan has such a crazy and cruel side, then the way he acts in front of her, like a wolf that has sheathed its claws and disguised itself as a dog, does that mean he's only this special to her? This kind of differential treatment is quite captivating. "Now I finally know why I like you. You really are my type." Feng Yan smiled and got up to walk towards the bed. Yan Ling realized that the person in front of her was the Feng Yan of the past. She got up to get off the bed, but Feng Yan pressed her back down, his scarlet eyes gleaming with a dangerous red light. Alarm bells rang in Yan Ling's mind. She drew her knife, intending to strike first, at least to avoid a pathetic death. She was more curious about what Feng Yan had gone through to change from his former self to his current state. Just as he was pondering this question, Yan Ling suddenly asked, "Your transformation is so drastic, could it be related to me?" Upon hearing this, the black-clad Feng Yan's body trembled, his expression freezing for a moment. The white-clad Feng Yan noticed his reaction and found it somewhat amusing. He was also curious about how his future self had undergone such a significant change. "N-nothing, I'm just older, more mature, more composed. Everyone has their youthful impetuosity," Feng Yan hurriedly explained. Yan Ling was completely unconvinced. The white-clad Feng Yan was already mature for his age; how could someone change so drastically? There must be something behind it. As a dungeon boss, Feng Yan encountered only players and other bosses here. Considering his past brutality, something must have triggered his transformation. "We've met before, haven't we?" Yan Ling asked again. The expression on Feng Yan's face in black clearly showed panic. He avoided the question and instead urged Feng Yan in white. "Hurry up and get her out of this hellhole!" Judging from Feng Yan's expression, he already knew the answer. They had indeed met before, and Feng Yan had even said he would regret it, which meant they would meet again around this time. Since they were going to meet sooner or later, why make things difficult for his future self? Feng Yan in white smiled meaningfully and then sent Yan Ling out of the instance. Yan Ling was still eagerly waiting for an answer, but the next second Feng Yan disappeared. [Congratulations to player Yan Ling for clearing "Nightmare Sanatorium"!] "You don't know anything, so just laugh and court death while you can. I'll wait for the day you understand me." Feng Yan's smile froze, and he looked at Feng Yan with a serious expression: "What exactly do you mean? Just say it directly, don't beat around the bush." Feng Yan knew his past self too well, knowing that he was a stubborn person, and he was too lazy to waste words on him. "I finally managed to win her over, and you dared to lay a hand on her so easily? You reaped the benefits without experiencing my suffering, what gives you the right?" He looked at the note lying on the bed and sighed, "Luckily, I made it in time, preventing serious psychological trauma." The note was deliberately left for him by someone from another time period, intended to make him change the situation. The text messages with hints were also sent to Yan Ling using another mini-boss's phone. He deliberately left the phone in the room to prevent Yan Ling from entering that instance, but by some twist of fate, it was sent to the phone inside the instance. The subsequent hints were also meant to warn Yan Ling to be careful, but he found them useless, and in the end, he still had to work on his past self. Yan Ling had died less than ten times in this instance, but the piles of corpses in the second-floor corridor of the sanatorium indicated that she had died several times. He remembered that time when he had personally killed her, causing her to be extremely resistant to him afterward, even though he realized his own feelings and tried his best to be nice to her, it was still to no avail. For a very long time, he shamelessly approached her, while she tried her best to avoid him. He had finally managed to break the deadlock, and he didn't want it to happen again; it wouldn't benefit their relationship in the slightest. Was Feng Yan deliberately avoiding her? Was her question so difficult to answer? She was already prepared; even if they had met before, it wouldn't matter, and she knew what Feng Yan had been like in the past, so she wouldn't dislike him because of it. What was Feng Yan avoiding? If he didn't want to talk about it, she wouldn't ask; why did he slip away again? He could have come to the real world, but he had never come to find her. When Yan Ling came out from backstage, she was completely dejected. She wanted Feng Yan to know that running away wouldn't solve anything; it would only make her want to get rid of him more. After thinking for a moment, Yan Ling sent Feng Yan a message in advance, letting him know she was going to find him in the dungeon. Less than a minute after sending the message, a message suddenly popped up in the game. [The countdown to the release of the dungeon "Beast Circus" ends in 24 hours. The test version is now open. Please participate.] Feng Yan lured her into the test game, but not as a player, but as an NPC. She wasn't a player trying to escape, but a mini-boss thinking about how to toy with and make things difficult for the players. In the back area, divided in two groups around Feng Yan, the three Beast Tamers formed one team, and Yan Ling formed her own. "Ah Ling, don't look at me like that. It's not that I don't want to hide things from you, it's that I really don't want you to remember those unhappy things. Wouldn't it be better to keep only the good memories and forget the unpleasant past?" Yan Ling raised an eyebrow slightly: "You've fallen for someone else?" Upon hearing this, Feng Yan quickly said: "How could that be! I only love you. I've never even glanced at other women or female ghosts!" Yan Ling continued: "So you've hurt me, like you did in the last dungeon?" Feng Yan fell silent this time. "I don't mind that level of cruelty. After all, we're on different sides. If I were a dungeon boss, I wouldn't show mercy to the players either," Yan Ling said, expressing her understanding. Having played that endless death loop dungeon, and considering Feng Yan's entry into the dungeon to stop his past self, she had a pretty good idea of what had happened. She might have entered the game before, faced Feng Yan, and been badly beaten. But later, for some reason, she started dating Feng Yan, but perhaps the trauma left her with psychological scars, and she couldn't bear it anymore and wanted to break up with him. In the end, Feng Yan erased her memories of that time in the game, and the two met again online and started dating again. No wonder she felt Feng Yan understood her so well during their online relationship; she thought they had a great connection. It turned out they had known each other for a long time. Without those painful memories of the past, she easily accepted Feng Yan as a dungeon boss. This ending wasn't bad at all. Yan Ling thought about it and felt that not having those bad memories was actually a good thing. Let alone the past tortures she endured, even in this endless death arc, if Feng Yan had been the one killing her each time, she would definitely have developed psychological trauma. Anyway, they're now of one mind, sharing only good memories, so why create distance over past mistakes? "Since they're not good memories, I don't care. But don't think that erasing my memories will allow you to bully me and start over. If I find out you're lying to me, I won't forgive you." Yan Ling gave him a slap followed by a sweet treat, and upon hearing this, the gloom on Feng Yan's face instantly vanished. He cupped her face and kissed her. The three eerie creatures who had been eavesdropping on their boss's private affairs huddled in a corner, trying to minimize their presence, and even wisely covered their eyes, peeking through their fingers. Seeing their boss kissing Yan Ling with his fingers spread wide, they were shocked, their eyes nearly popping out of their sockets. Feng Yan got a headache just thinking about the recurring events, and he forced himself to cover Yan Ling's eyes, not wanting her to think about that damned instance again. Seeing her expression, Feng Yan seemed to have some kind of stress reaction and hurriedly said, "I absolutely won't break up with you! Can you not just break up so easily?" Yan Ling: "..." She hadn't said anything yet. Seeing that she didn't speak, Feng Yan thought he had hit the nail on the head, and before Yan Ling could open her mouth, he ran away first. The person she was leaning on suddenly disappeared, and Yan Ling lay down directly on the vine chair. She felt that Feng Yan might have misunderstood something, and just as she was about to get up to chase after him, she found that at some point, her hands and feet were tightly wrapped in vines. In order to prevent the vines from hurting her, he had also covered the wrapped area with a lot of leaves. Yan Ling was a little speechless, but she also thought that Feng Yan's actions were a little... Cute. The big boss of the dungeon was actually afraid of her, an ordinary person, mentioning breaking up. A few seconds later, Feng Yan reappeared in front of Yan Ling and hurriedly took her hand to check. Her fair skin was smooth and tender, without a single mark. Taking advantage of the moment, Yan Ling wrapped her arms around Feng Yan's neck, her voice soft and sweet: "You tied me up here while you went out to play. I want to play too!" Thump, thump, thump. Feng Yan stared at those innocent yet cunning fox eyes, his heart pounding faster and faster. He knew she was playing a little trick, but he didn't mind at all; in fact, he found it quite adorable. Feng Yan gently stroked Yan Ling's upturned nose, his eyes full of affection. "You're a player. They've all seen you. You just went over there like that? Didn't you make enough of a commotion?" At the same time, the vines slowly loosened their grip on Yan Ling, but still clung to her wrists and neck, occasionally poking her lightly, making her feel ticklish. "Stop it," Yan Ling said, frowning as she grabbed a vine that was trying to touch her lips. The vines slowly lowered Yan Ling, the ones that had been binding her gathering together, gradually forming a human shape. As the vines unfurled, Feng Yan appeared before her. Yan Ling glanced at Feng Yan in front of her, then at the few leaves she held in her hand, and secretly slipped the leaves into her pocket. Was Feng Yan's true form a vine? Could these vines be part of him? Feng Yan thought she was blaming him for not letting her continue playing, and quickly said, "I was worried she might hurt you. We'll play again later, there's plenty of time." Yan Ling fiddled with the vines on the wall, hesitated for a moment, and finally couldn't help but ask him, "These vines aren't all you transformed into, are they?" Feng Yan was taken aback, belatedly realizing what she meant, and looking at Yan Ling's reproachful expression, his heart felt like it was being tickled by a kitten. "Baby, how could I just put transformed vines in a place where anyone could touch them?" Yan Ling's sour feeling eased slightly, but she still said, "But those vines clearly came from the wall, who knows how many people have touched them." "Since baby doesn't believe me, then feel it for yourself." Yan Ling tilted her head. Feel it? How could she feel it? Before she could even ask, several vines surged and tumbled towards her, instantly enveloping her and carrying her out of the maze. "Baby, these are the vines I just used. They only have your scent, no one else's. You can check them one by one if you don't believe me." In the hidden room of the dungeon, Yan Ling was decorating the vines in front of her with petals. Looking at the colorful vines she was playing with, she nodded in satisfaction. Feng Yan held out the vines for Yan Ling to play with, manipulating them one by one. When Yan Ling couldn't reach them, he considerately handed them to her. Yan Ling didn't have his keen nose and couldn't smell anything, but she thought of a more obvious method. By marking the vines, she could identify which ones belonged to Feng Yan. Feng Yan wanted to say that the vines could actually change shape freely according to his wishes, like they turned into wisteria in the first dungeon, but seeing how earnestly Yan Ling was decorating them, he swallowed his words. Since she wanted it that way, he could simply appear before her in this form from now on. As for the vines used for killing, there were naturally other vines. These vines were specifically for sticking to his baby; he didn't want his precious baby to be touched by anything else, not even indirectly. Seeing this, Feng Yan went over and hugged Yan Ling, his slender fingers gently stroking her hair. "This scene is nice, a bit scary. If it were live-streamed, the effect would be even better," Yan Ling commented. Feng Yan nodded in agreement: "This wasn't my design; it's the puppeteer's masterpiece." Feng Yan was in a good mood, snuggling against the still frightened Yan Ling. Feng Yan felt the fear in the person in his arms, his Adam's apple bobbed slightly, and his arms tightened imperceptibly. "Maybe we shouldn't watch it," Feng Yan said, his fingers gently touching her eyes. Yan Ling turned her head away, frowning as she continued watching: "No, what if I encounter a similar instance later? I need to watch it beforehand to accumulate experience." Feng Yan said: "If you don't want to, I can help you avoid this kind of instance." Yan Ling: "..." It seemed like that was possible; it was a family perk. Suddenly remembering something, Yan Ling added, "Since you're the big boss of this game, can you just give me a lot of points to extend my life?" Feng Yan paused, his gaze shifting slightly, "I can help you cheat in dungeons, but giving you points directly is something I can't do." Yan Ling, understanding, said, "After all, there's a system. It seems the distribution of points isn't your responsibility. You're not that tyrannical, are you?" Feng Yan nodded. Yan Ling turned her head away, not noticing the fleeting, dangerous red glint in Feng Yan's eyes. Seeing her cowardly yet playful nature, Feng Yan found her incredibly adorable and his heart softened. He used colorful vines to wrap around the parts of her body that his arms couldn't reach. He had seen many such scenes; when humans were afraid, they would hide under blankets and wrap their feet. For some reason, humans seemed to feel that there was some kind of seal on the blankets that could ward off the supernatural. After wrapping Yan Ling up tightly, Feng Yan felt her emotions gradually calm down. It did indeed feel very safe this way. In the game, Yan Ling always had a bunch of quirky and adorable ideas in her head. Of course, this wasn't the reason he didn't directly give Yan Ling points to extend her life; if he could, he'd love for her to have as many points as possible. Unbeknownst to her, Feng Yan was looking at his newly copied notebook. He hadn't expected Yan Ling to have the habit of taking notes in secret, starting from the very first dungeon. It was just simple text accompanied by strangely posed stick figure drawings—quite vivid, to be honest. Yan Ling tilted her head: "Why are you looking at me like that?" Feng Yan's eyes lowered slightly, his eyelashes casting a small shadow beneath his eyes, giving him a strangely aggrieved look. Yan Ling: "..." What's wrong? It's like she's done something to offend him. Seeing that Yan Ling genuinely didn't remember, Feng Yan could only vaguely ask, "Have you forgotten something?" Yan Ling pondered, "..." The resentment in Feng Yan's eyes deepened, and he said sullenly, "We made a bet when they were playing the dungeon." Reminded by him, Yan Ling remembered and nodded, "I remember. The loser has to do something within their ability for the winner. A bet is a bet, I won't cheat." "So, what do you want me to do?" Yan Ling tilted her head to look at Feng Yan, her eyes filled with curiosity and anticipation. What Feng Yan wanted her to do seemed interesting, and it would also allow her to better understand Feng Yan's needs. However, Feng Yan slightly looked away and said softly, "I haven't thought about it yet. Let's save the reward for later." Yan Ling nodded in agreement, not in a hurry; there was plenty of time. When they had some free time, Yan Ling dragged Feng Yan to the mazes, wanting to experience them firsthand. Yan Ling had tasted Feng Yan's cooking during her first dungeon, but she had been too nervous to notice the flavor. This time, she could finally enjoy herself properly. After eating and drinking her fill, and knowing the test instance still needed improvement, Feng Yan didn't let Yan Ling continue working overtime and sent her home. She opened the note, held it close to her eyes, and read: "My destined one, you've finally arrived." Seeing the words on the note, Yan Ling's heart skipped a beat, a strange palpitation rising within her. It was Feng Yan's handwriting. Her attention was drawn to a man standing under the ancient locust tree, dressed in a dark red robe, holding a red oil-paper umbrella. The umbrella was tilted, perfectly obscuring half his face, revealing only his beautifully shaped chin and a thin, ambiguous smile. The man stood there quietly, blending into the eerie scene. Yan Ling recognized him immediately; it was Feng Yan. But seeing Feng Yan, besides a flutter of the heart, she felt something else, something else she couldn't quite explain. Yan Ling recalled the note that had appeared out of nowhere in her pocket earlier, and then looked at Feng Yan's current attire. No matter how you look at it, it's very intriguing. Things are definitely not simple. Yan Ling hasn't figured it out yet; this could very well be her own hidden mission. Could it be that Feng Yan is secretly giving her special treatment? Just as Yan Ling was about to take her blanket to another room, a flash of red suddenly appeared before her eyes. She looked up and saw half a red shoe and a small piece of red fabric peeking out from the open doorway. Feng Yan had indeed followed her. If she didn't leave tonight, she probably wouldn't have to leave at all. She picked up the blanket to leave, but in her haste, she tripped over the blanket that was dragging on the floor and fell flat on her face. Luckily, she was holding the blanket and landed directly on it, avoiding a serious fall. Yan Ling instinctively reached out, but just as her hand was halfway up, she felt a sharp gaze from above. She instantly snapped back to reality, looking up to meet Feng Yan's eyes, which gleamed with a dark, eerie red light. Feng Yan leaned against the doorframe, his red robe, cinched at the waist, appearing eerily alluring in the lamplight. A slight smile played on his thin lips as he looked at her. When she turned around, Feng Yan, still in his red robe, stood behind her, his eyes filled with resentment. Yan Ling, afraid he wouldn't realize she was live-streaming and might say something revealing, quickly said, "This... This young master, may I ask what brings you here alone?" Feng Yan's lips curled into a smile as he approached her step by step, his voice low and dangerous: "My destined one, you've finally arrived." With each step he took, Yan Ling's heart pounded, and she felt the air around her grow scorching, making it difficult to breathe. Yan Ling was forced back step by step by him until her back hit the wooden door, leaving her no way to retreat. Only then did she whisper, "The destined one? You mean me?" "Who else could it be but you?" Feng Yan repeated softly, his eyes deepening. "Do you still want to run away from me this time?" In the dungeon room, after coaxing Feng Yan, Yan Ling belatedly realized that she had been a little too intimate. They were clearly lovers, but she had to pretend they didn't know each other at all; it was really difficult to act. Yan Ling deliberately avoided Feng Yan, picking up her blanket to make a makeshift bed on the floor. Turning her head, she saw Feng Yan also making a makeshift bed next to her, wrapped in his blanket. "What are you doing?" Yan Ling, still wrapped in her blanket, winked at Feng Yan. "What am I doing? Of course, I'm sleeping with you." Feng Yan raised an eyebrow, his hands still moving. Seeing him playing dumb, Yan Ling decided to play along. "This isn't quite right. Our relationship shouldn't be that close yet, right? I'm a very conservative person." As she spoke, Yan Ling suddenly felt a tightness around her waist as a red silk ribbon tied with a large red flower was wrapped around her waist. Feng Yan gently tugged, and Yan Ling fell directly into his arms. The familiar scent wafted over her, and she heard his smiling whisper in her ear: "Wife, tonight is our wedding night." Yan Ling was shocked. What kind of plot was this? Was it developing so fast?! Seeing her stunned, Feng Yan put his arm around Yan Ling's shoulder, his eyes becoming somewhat resentful: "Wife, are you still trying to leave me and run away?" Yan Ling was completely helpless now. She was already thankful that Feng Yan hadn't mentioned going to the bridal chamber. Yan Ling broke free from Feng Yan's embrace, quickly made a makeshift bed on the floor, and prepared to lie down and fall asleep. The next second, Feng Yan pulled her onto the makeshift bed he had prepared. Feng Yan had laid out more and thicker blankets, so she didn't feel that the floor was too hard. Feng Yan lay down next to her and looked at her with his head turned to the side. Yan Ling couldn't sleep at all because of his gaze, so she turned over and turned her back to Feng Yan, avoiding looking at him.
Both books are eerie. In both, the male protagonist disappears in the real world. In the first book, the female protagonist, believing he ran off with a rich woman, dies of anger and enters a supernatural world. In the second book, the female protagonist has a spoiled, pampered personality and frequently tries to brainwash the male protagonist, saying things that always seem very reasonable. The male protagonist also has some yandere (obsessive and possessive) traits.
🍇This one is slightly related. The male lead always follows the female lead, pretending to be a submissive, saintly figure, but! In reality, he is the true calamity. (So far, the female lead hasn't discovered the male lead's identity, and the female lead is also quite special.)
💥 Super good! 🌿 ① The female lead goes to a terrifying dungeon to fight a boss, what's going on? Why are all the NPCs fawning over her? Until the male lead appears: "Waaaaah, my wife!" Everyone: "Run! The terrifying boss has appeared!!!"
① The male lead has disappeared, so the female lead has to participate in a horror escape game. She's both clumsy and spoiled, and she thinks she won't survive the first round. But she doesn't expect the big boss to be her boyfriend. All she has to do is act cute towards him and she can pass the game without any pressure. [Note]
This book is definitely not recommended. It starts with a male protagonist who has a system (basically a boss), which really raised my expectations! But after reading a few dozen chapters, I realized he's got a wicked woman with a saintly heart and a burden on his family... I'm too lazy to read the rest. You can read it if you want.
[Learned] ① The male lead kisses the female lead at the drop of a hat, and he especially likes to find a secluded corner in crowded places to do so. The female lead gets shy easily when she's quiet, so she has to let the male lead kiss her. ② The female lead also kisses the male lead at the drop of a hat, but she's the flirtatious type, not the clingy type. Because the male lead hasn't accepted her, she acts hot and cold, making him feel miserable without her.
💥111111111 Seconds long across the internet💥 The female protagonist is a gluttonous beast, happily eating her meal. However, a fighting Pixiu and Bixie accidentally kicked her into a human's stomach. She happily ate her way through the human world for over a decade. Then one day, she discovered she wasn't this family's biological child. The little gluttonous beast burst into tears; she had become the misunderstood, wicked fake heiress. Now she might starve to death on the streets—how pitiful! 💥Hilarious! Gluttons only know how to eat, so what! [Explore][Explore]
The female protagonist, determined to break up with her boyfriend, was pulled into a horror game the instant she sent the message. She discovered that the final boss was none other than her ex-boyfriend, who was crying and clinging to her, blaming the game for forcing him to work overtime. "Waaah, honey, don't break up with me! I'm sorry!" [Laughing][laughing][laughing][laughing]
[Both protagonists are clean-living, both are strong, slightly scary, infinitely pampering and satisfying] [The couple appears normal on the surface, but are both mentally unstable. The female lead trains a dog, and the male lead is insecure and pitiful.] Yu Li and her boyfriend have known each other for four years and been together for three, deeply in love. Her boyfriend is gentle and considerate, except for sometimes being too clingy and insecure, and always wanting to take her to horror movies. He has no other problems, and they are about to get married when they are in a car accident together. After dying, she transmigrates into a book. The good news is that her boyfriend has also arrived; the bad news—he has amnesia. Even worse news is that the system says her boyfriend was originally the villain of this world. A perverted, obsessive, yandere, and dark villain who is obsessed with the female lead. This book is a world full of bizarre settings. The protagonists will transmigrate to a horror movie set at night to complete missions, and if their scores are too low, their lives will be in danger. And her boyfriend is already teetering on the edge of danger. Yu Li is silent. Amnesia, transmigration into a book, and infinite flow. What a great combination of buffs. The first time she entered a horror movie set, she dressed up as a neighbor of the main characters. When the male and female leads came to visit, she glanced at the second floor of the house across the street and subtly curled her lips into a smile. That night, the ruthless demon, incarnate as a wisp of smoke, sneaked into her house and lay down beside her. The man lowered his head, inhaling the woman's fragrance like an addict. "You smell so good, I want to eat you, you smell so good..." Hearing the infatuated murmurs in her ear, Yu Li smiled silently.
✨✨After the world descended into chaos, she became the chosen one? [Eating popcorn][Eating popcorn] 🌤🌤🌤A terrifying countdown looms over the globe. A game called [Divine Court Technology] descends upon the world. Su Deng, who contemplates suicide and inexplicably finds herself with a son, enters the game world and is forced to fight for survival. In her first game, she attracts attention with her suicidal act, and the dungeon boss kneels before her to propose marriage.
🎉🎉The male lead goes missing, the female lead gets pregnant and goes to fight a boss in a terrifying dungeon, only to find it's actually her own man! The difficulty level drops instantly; they've found a new place to fall in love! ❤️ Follow me for more great reading experiences! 📖
A story that perfectly meets the requirements ✨✨✨ The female protagonist falls in love online with a boyfriend who dotes on her and indulges her every whim. However, whenever she suggests meeting in person, he refuses. Heartbroken, she breaks up with him. Unexpectedly, during an accident, she hears her boyfriend say he's coming to see her. When she opens her eyes again, she finds herself in a horror game.
[Sending hearts][Sending hearts][Sending hearts] Incredibly mind-bending!!! With the revival of spiritual energy, Jiang Bai unexpectedly arrives in the fifth mysterious tidal era. Everything he knew has vanished with time; the world has changed, things are no longer the same, and his past struggles have all turned to dust. In this chaotic and dark age, order has long since collapsed, civilization no longer exists, and the shadow of death looms over everyone.
[Learned it!] The female lead is incredibly lazy, but she witnesses the male lead committing murder to cover it up and gets targeted; after witnessing him having an episode again, she becomes his personal body pillow. The male lead is sometimes yandere and sometimes gentle; when he has an episode, he bites the female lead and then kisses the bite mark, and he can only fall asleep while being held. The female lead is woken up by the sound of killing, and the male lead says, "None of your business," and she falls asleep again—she's truly a lazy bum! :!
🌻The latest explosively fitting story~ The female lead transmigrates into a book and feels sorry for the villain, giving him warmth; when he's in a bad mood, the female lead hugs, pats his head, and kisses him. Suddenly, she's told she's entered a horror-themed instance, discovering that the male lead is the biggest BOSS villain.🌻The last two books are about two male leads [shocked].
[Under pressure to finish] The female and male leads have a whirlwind marriage. The male lead likes to sleep naked, sleep in the sun, and likes to hold the female lead. 💐 Due to childhood trauma, the male lead is averse to contact with women, but he's only attracted to the female lead and wants to kiss her! 🍃
🐾🐾With my rebellious spirit, I highly recommend the female lead as the boss!! 🌱Adorable young boy vs. Eerie female boss!! 🍂Losing means turning into nourishment, are you scared? You can learn from Fang Tang, sneak into the boss's room, 🍥cook a pack of instant noodles and you'll be entangled with this gentle eeriness~ Tons of horror game dungeons, an infinite flow of Cthulhu, a seemingly innocent but actually cunning young boy with the boss's exclusive affection! I'll devour this dog food~
[Thinking][Sending a Heart] The male lead thought he was in control of the relationship, but the female lead got bored and broke up with him. The male lead was still waiting for her to apologize. 🌱 Later, the male lead realized the female lead only saw him as a substitute, and he completely went crazy. 💐🍁
🍐Wow! Look at how much longer my playtime is compared to most people!💢 💫The female lead goes to a horror game to play a dungeon🥥The gears of fate quietly turn, the male lead mysteriously disappears, and in a moment of waiting and despair, she chooses to step into that chilling horror game, just to find out the truth and find her lover.
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