Riceball07

"Ah!" Jiang Yan leaned against the head of the bed, completely unable to dodge. He could only watch helplessly as the gleaming, cold silver kitchen knife slashed toward him. He could even see his reflection, as well as the faces of Tao Shi and Cao Youfeng, in the blade’s polished surface. [What the heck?! It’s over!!] [Stay calm! It’s not over; this is Jiang Yan.] [Exactly, hasn’t this happened countless times already? Still not used to it?] [But you can’t use items in a Level 2 instance, can you?] [This is Jiang Yan. Do items even matter? Someone the main system’s rules can’t kill…] "Crack!" The sound of the kitchen knife striking his skull was indistinguishable from that of cutting pig bones. Fresh blood gushed from Jiang Yan’s forehead, but the expected pain didn’t reach his brain. Perhaps his body, shocked by the sudden pain, had triggered a protective mechanism, leaving him momentarily unresponsive. He could see his own face reflected in the flat side o...

Jian Hou stumbled through the rainstorm of roses, clutching Jiang Yan's shattered head, and rushed frantically to the clearing in the small grove Jiang Yan had mentioned. The middle-aged man was frantically and mechanically wielding his shovel, muttering over and over again: "Bury deeper... bury deeper..." Jian Hou rushed forward and saw the boy's half-covered body, drenched in blood. The other half of his body, headfirst, was buried in the dirt. The back of his skull had been shattered, leaving a gaping hole. Red, white, and yellow fluids were flowing out of the hole, soaking his black hair, now caked in mud, into messy, sticky clumps. "Yan Yan!!" Jian Hou let out a heart-wrenching cry, throwing the broken porcelain-like head in his hand at the middle-aged man. Then he rushed to the half-buried body, frantically digging with his hands to pull it out. The middle-aged man was knocked backward by the impact. He stared at Jian Hou, who was clawin...

After everything ended, Jiang Yan lay soaked on the desk, too exhausted to even lift a finger. The giant tidied up the crumpled, damp blue-and-white school uniform thrown on the ground, cleaned up all remaining traces, and wrapped the little elf on the desk in a platinum-colored robe before carrying him out of the storage room. Jiang Yan, nestled in the giant’s arms, instinctively began to squirm. He muttered weakly, “No… no more…” The giant chuckled softly. “No more, let’s go take a bath.” At the mention of a bath, Jiang Yan settled down, obediently letting himself be carried. Soon, he felt himself lowered into warm water with a rose fragrance. He didn’t move, passively allowing the giant to clean him. After being thoroughly washed, the now-clean, fragrant little elf was tucked into a soft goose-down quilt. Using the last of his strength, Jiang Yan turned over and found a comfortable spot to snuggle into in the giant’s arms, quickly falling into a deep sleep. Just before fully...

“Wait… wait!” The narrow storage room was cluttered with chaotic piles of specimens, old desks and chairs, and broken sacred artifacts. The only light source was a small skylight above the ancient walnut door. The skylight, made of retro peacock-green glass, allowed sunlight to filter through, forming a golden-green beam that perfectly enveloped the two figures entangled on the desk— The slender elf was pressed beneath the strong giant. The tangled and disordered white robes were stained with specks of blood. Under the golden-green sunlight, they shimmered with a strange and almost enchanting hue. Golden powder fell from the trembling elf wings like scattered stardust, floating in the sunlight and resonating with each trembling, muffled sob. The sounds echoed throughout the storage room, seeping into every shadowed and confined corner. “Yu Xiu… it hurts… ah!” The kiss ended, leaving Jiang Yan lying weakly on the disheveled white robe, the corners of his eyes red, his blue eyes ...