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[Please check out my completed free sweet romance next door, The Strings of Reason Fall Silent, and my upcoming novel, The Executive Turns Out to Be the Strongest Pollutant. See the notice at the bottom for direct links!]

Xuan Tingbai is a struggling author.

Then one day, an Infinite Flow System appeared before him. The System dangled a tempting offer, and Xuan Tingbai perked right up.

Then he saw the words "full attendance" and fell into deep thought. You need full attendance here too?!

System: Binders get the treatment of a Creator!

Xuan Tingbai (thinking of how he'll still have to meet the attendance requirement): Not a chance.

Anyway, he's already bound to it, and it's too late to get off now. Xuan Tingbai can only hope he'll meet someone in a dungeon who can carry the whole team, so he can lie flat in peace.

...And he really did meet someone. A total blockhead.

In the first world,

Xuan Tingbai was alone, forced to catch the killer's knife with his bare hands. Unexpectedly, after the blockhead succeeded, the first thing he did was come help Xuan Tingbai, who looked frail and helpless. Xuan Tingbai was so moved he almost cried, then took the opportunity to collapse.

Killer: ?

Killer: ?!

The blockhead even wiped his dirty hands before helping him up.

In the second world,

Xuan Tingbai and the blockhead made rapid progress: they became ex-boyfriends.

They both ignored this melodramatic relationship status, giving rise to a new rumor: Those two made such a big scene, then got back together again a few days later. Were we just part of their play?

Whatever, Xuan Tingbai thought, secretly glancing at the expression of the person beside him before smiling and continuing toward the sunlight.

In the third world,

Everyone had equally turned into little kids, but Xuan Tingbai suddenly found the blockhead a little familiar.

Especially when he pulled out candy.

Where had he seen him before...

The dungeons brought in a constant stream of readers, and Xuan Tingbai finally got his new book ready to upload to the System as the final dungeon.

At the same time, Ying Chengyuan, who had been investigating the person behind the System all along, finally got his answer. But the moment he saw Xuan Tingbai, he froze in place.

Xuan Tingbai waved hello amiably. "Hey, deskmate. Long time no see!"

[An actor who pretends to be weak and loves to lie flat, the receiver x a blockhead top who can't keep up his aloof persona]

/*Synopsis screenshot archived on August 2, 2024*/

--Reader's Guide-- (Upcoming novel blurb at the bottom, too!)

*As per convention, 1v1, HE

*Lots of personal worldbuilding. If you spot any common-sense mistakes, I'll prostrate myself first. Please point them out to this foolish author.

*Entirely fictional setting, no real-life inspirations. My take on Infinite Flow. It probably won't be too scary, since I'm a coward too (fidgeting with fingers).

*The cover uses a template and is not unique. [I heard the character design image was similar to one from a game. After consulting the artist, I was told, "The artist's authorization covers the artist's entire online creative portfolio, including art for games and novels, and novel covers are within the scope of that authorization." After searching on a certain red app, I found the same character design image in other cover shops. Thus, there is no infringement, and I am making this statement for the record.] The cover is all about the character vibe. Xuan Tingbai will look a little softer than the figure in the image (gestures).

*The dungeon opening was inspired by a post on Zhihu [inspiration only].

? If you're reading and don't want to continue, just exit. See you next time, and I hope every day brings you happiness~

***Here's the blurb for an upcoming novel. If all goes well, my next book will be The God of Haggling in the Weird World.

In a single night, the weird took over.

No one knew when trees would grow thorny vines and swallow people whole. Roads could suddenly open their abyssal maws and make people vanish without a trace.

Yet Shi Yinkong was holding a bundle of vegetables, in the middle of a heated haggle with the old woman in front of him.

--Five yuan. I won't pay any more!

--Ten yuan. Not a cent less.

--Fine, fine, three yuan. I'll take it.

With that, Shi Yinkong tossed down three coins, handed the bundle of vegetables to the old woman, and made off with her cart.

He failed to notice that the old woman's right hand had suddenly fallen off, while her face was melting and dripping onto the ground.

After spending a (not at all) ordinary winter break at home, Shi Yinkong returned to campus. He skillfully ignored the weird creatures running all over the school, hurried to his eight o'clock class, and happily headed to the dining hall.

But the weird creatures seemed even more afraid of him, while the students who had barely survived were now in the dining hall facing a chef swinging a cleaver.

As flesh and blood flew everywhere, Shi Yinkong stood in the meal line and did the math: Once the line-cutters are done, you won't be able to chop us up, right? I'm a little hungry. Thanks, Uncle.

The chef's cleaver came down, and a steaming meal landed in Shi Yinkong's hands, along with a "Get lost!"

His classmates saw him as a god, but Shi Yinkong simply went on with his life. Then, in the dorm room where he was alone, he managed to drive out the roommate who had turned into a weird creature. The next second, a cloud of black mist gently enveloped him.

While he knew nothing about it, the weird creatures had tearfully gone to their king to complain. As a king who cared for his subordinates, the black mist quickly found the culprit.

A faint voice came from the black mist: "You love me."

Shi Yinkong covered the mist's mouth with his hand. "No, I don't love you."

A damp sensation brushed his palm. Shi Yinkong tried to pull his hand back, but it was held firmly in place.

The black mist dispersed, and its master said affectionately, "No need to haggle. I love you."

Shi Yinkong: ...

Shi Yinkong: What is wrong with you?

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