After Restarting at Max Level, I Became a Couch Potato [Infinite Flow]

Novel Blurb: Yunye was slurping snail rice noodles while watching a horror game livestream when, in a moment of carelessness, he transmigrated into the game. A mechanical voice from the System babbled beside his ear: Player Yunye detected. Intelligence: S Agility: S Strength: S Stamina: S Charm: S++ Luck: E Overall Rating: S Player Yunye assigned to the Elite Zone. Yunye slurped the last mouthful of noodles into his mouth, then heard the System babbling again: Alert!!! Player Yunye is carrying a buff that does not belong to this System: In my BGM, I'm invincible. Yunye casually tossed the takeout box into the trash. The System kept babbling: Restarting assessment. Player Yunye has been judged to be playing passively. Overall Rating: F Player Yunye assigned to the Slacker Zone. Yunye scratched his cheek and calmly offered his thanks. Humanity's final destination was, after all, slacking. A newcomer arrived in the Slacker Zone. His name was Yunye. Judging by his looks, he was a Charm S-level beauty, so everyone assumed his actual abilities were F-level. At first, everyone thought so. In the beginner instance, Yunye was cornered by a rotting corpse NPC. A viewer watching the livestream said, "My delicate beauty, who can't even take care of himself, is really going to die here." As soon as the words left their mouth, a faint blush swept across Yunye's face. His thick eyelashes trembled as he sang, with the air of someone facing death without fear, "You, who love at 105 degrees, are like pure distilled water~~" A puff of green smoke rose beneath the NPC's feet, and it melted into the ground... Everyone: ... Later, the full-server rankings for that season were announced. The name at the top of the beginner rankings was unfamiliar. He came from the Slacker Zone, and his name was Yunye. Yejia didn't like hearing Yunye talk about the people and things from his past. That past, in which Yejia could have controlled everything but hadn't been involved at all. Whenever this happened, he would hide beside the fireplace, curl up into a ball, and pretend he was hibernating. But today, he decided to be honest. So he said, "I'm jealous that you smile so happily when you remember them. It's making me start to hate them, and I can't control it." Yunye had gradually figured out how to handle someone's temper, so he merely smiled softly before saying, "I'm not reminiscing. I want to share my past with you. Don't you want to hear about it?" The curled-up figure by the fireplace stiffened. A moment later, he squeezed in beside Yunye and sat down, muttering, "I want to more than anything." A chuunibyou slacker with the looks of a great beauty, the pursued one X an even more chuunibyou pursuer with absurd combat prowess who chases his love across thousands of miles Coming Soon: Transmigrate into an Infinite Dating Show with My Archrival [Ancient Times to Modern Day] Blurb: Three years ago, the world underwent a transformation, and people all over the globe were forced to enter infinite instances on a regular basis. If you died in an instance, you died in real life. After anxiety, struggle, and despair, humanity accepted reality and came to terms with it. Starship Entertainment seized the moment and launched an infinite dating show themed around "Falling in Love at the End of the World." Delicate beauties and absolute powerhouses were sent into the instances at the same time. The beauties, whether bold or shy, did everything they could to pair up with the powerhouses. Only the most popular contestants would survive. The show became a global sensation as soon as it launched. Fans of the couples were utterly obsessed, and countless powerhouses rose to fame on the show. Yet the top-tier star at the peak of the popularity rankings was a god of slaughter. The man wore a mask, revealing only half of his peerlessly handsome profile. He appeared and disappeared without a trace. A true god of slaughter, he was an untouchable beauty no one could win over. That was, until a contestant with a completely different style suddenly appeared. Wen Chuning was a favored minister of the Emperor of the Qing Dynasty, a junior grand secretary who stood The Outcast, second only to one and above all others. Rumor had it that his face was as beautiful as an immortal's, that he was delicate and pampered, and that he lived in the utmost luxury. Other rumors said he was so clever he seemed almost demonic, cold-hearted and ruthless. The first set of rumors came from everyone in the capital, young and old alike. The second came from Li Xuan, the Left Chancellor of the Qing Dynasty. After transmigrating, Wen Chuning had a face as lovely as a woman's and looked soft and easy to bully. Viewers: I love watching a silly beauty get devoured until not a trace is left! But then, in the instance, a swarm of admirers threw themselves at Wen Chuning one after another. He lifted his little face from inside his fox-fur cloak, narrowed his peach-blossom eyes, and drawled lazily, "You're not worthy of me." The powerhouses clutched their shattered hearts. "NPCs won't be as merciful as I am. I'll wait for you to come begging!" Viewers: Bring on the brutal treatment! I love watching a proud, delicate beauty get ravished until the corners of his eyes turn red! And then... The NPCs, bewitched by him, arranged fresh fruit on jade plates and fed it to Wen Chuning one piece at a time. They had a grand bed made for him out of golden nanmu, and even accompanied him on missions, fanning him and holding an umbrella over him! Viewers: Is no one going to do something about this?! The powerhouses: So I'm the clown here?! At last, even the System couldn't stand it anymore. It forcibly paired Wen Chuning with the god of slaughter, forcing the two to stick together at all times and complete the instances as lovers of various kinds. Viewers: Did my husband and my wife both abandon me? QAQ As Li Xuan slowly approached, Wen Chuning, dressed in a phoenix coronet and bridal robes, finally let his expression crack for a moment. His peach-blossom eyes went wide. "Left Chancellor?" Li Xuan sneered, his eyes full of contempt. "No. The junior grand secretary should call me husband." Wen Chuning: ... Later, Wen Chuning glared at Li Xuan with the corners of his eyes red. Li Xuan, known as the cold-faced god of slaughter, smiled with utter adoration. "My wife's back hurts. Let me rub it for you." Viewers: Gulp. Theme: No matter what situation you find yourself in, face it with optimism and an open heart.