“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 glistening with moisture.
Was this body, this elf experiencing its first time?
With such a drastic size difference, he was surprised to find himself still alive.
Jiang Yan recalled the moment just now—the pain, sharp and tearing, like fabric being ripped apart by a blade.
For an instant, Jiang Yan thought he had been completely impaled by Yu Xiu. Yet, after the initial pain, he had somehow quickly adapted to the other.
Hah…
Elves were truly an exceptionally gifted race.
A single reflexive tear slipped from the corner of Jiang Yan’s eye, glistening like a diamond in the sunlight.
“Are you upset?”
Before the tear could disappear into his hair, it was brushed away by a long, elegant hand.
Then, the giant’s distinctively jointed, slender fingers began to play with Jiang Yan’s petal-soft lips, pinching them lightly as he chuckled.
“Yan Yan, I gave you a chance earlier. You chose to stay.”
What a shameless and insufferable bastard!
Jiang Yan glared angrily at the giant. Gathering all his strength, he raised his long, slender leg and delivered a solid kick.
That kick was soft and completely powerless, more like teasing.
The giant didn’t hold back either, grabbing the slender ankle and kissing the tiny blood-red mole on it, as if it were a heart that had lost its blood.
“Ah…”
The little elf let out a pitiful sob.
“My dear Yan Yan, so adorable!”
The giant’s deep eyes were filled with playful amusement.
Jiang Yan took a few deep breaths, trying hard to clear his hazy thoughts, his blue eyes gradually regaining focus.
He glared at the giant on top of him and, breathing heavily, said in a low voice, “That’s enough.”
The giant gently pushed aside the damp black strands clinging to Jiang Yan’s forehead and planted a kiss there, grinning. “How could it ever be enough?”
“Yan Yan, why don’t you marry me?” the giant suddenly asked. “Become mine, and no one will bully you anymore.”
Jiang Yan froze.
“Who’s bullying me?” he asked.
“Yan Yan, have you forgotten?” The giant gave him a strange look, then lovingly kissed his face messily. “Poor thing, it’s all in the past now.”
Jiang Yan was completely baffled.
The giant, after scattering kisses, once again sought his lips and reassured him, “The blessing of the evil god isn’t your fault. My bright little elf doesn’t need to be perfectly pure. Receiving the god’s blessing is a gift. Your queen, your race, and all those fools in this school—they’re just jealous of you.”
With that, the giant cupped Jiang Yan’s face and began softly pecking his lips, again and again, like a baby bird being fed.
Jiang Yan was so overwhelmed by the kisses that his thoughts faltered, but he still worked hard to process Yu Xiu’s words.
These were his memories.
Memories he had lost as the elven prince.
That meant the current body he was inhabiting—this “Jiang Yan”—was the real Jiang Yan in this dungeon.
For some reason, the concept of “parallel worlds” surfaced in Jiang Yan’s mind.
He suddenly wondered: in the original dungeon’s storyline, did the “Jiang Yan” who was the elven prince also encounter so many versions of “Jiang Yan” in this school?
If not, could it be that he was traveling across multiple worlds right now?
From the playground at the start, to the classroom, to here—weren’t these actually three separate worlds?
Thinking of this, Jiang Yan raised his hands to cup the giant’s head, stopping him from continuing the endless kisses.
He stared fixedly at the giant and asked, “In the school… have you seen many versions of me?”
The giant smiled. “Of course, it’s the gift the god have bestowed upon you.”
Jiang Yan froze. “A gift? So, you also know there are many of me in the school?”
This wasn’t parallel worlds.
Thinking about it, this speculation wasn’t exactly rigorous.
In the classroom, he and the other "Jiang Yan" had clearly existed in the same space.
But if it wasn’t parallel worlds, then what was it?
The giant held Jiang Yan's hands, which were cupping his face, and lovingly kissed his forehead again. “This is a gift from the evil god to you, Yan Yan.”
“The god turned the black sheep into white sheep. As long as each white sheep believes in you, they’ll receive the god’s protection.”
White sheep?!
Catching the key term, Jiang Yan hurriedly asked, “What are white sheep?”
The giant shrugged. “I’m not entirely sure what the standard for the flock is. There were people who tried to join but were rejected. Some speculated that perhaps the standard for the flock is looking like you.”
“What kind of strange standard is that?” Jiang Yan was puzzled.
“It is strange,” the giant admitted, playing with a damp strand of Jiang Yan’s hair in his hand. “But indeed, some of them do look like you—beautiful young men with black hair and fair skin.”
“But only my Yan Yan has blue eyes and golden wings.”
As he spoke, the giant tilted Jiang Yan’s chin and lowered his head to kiss him again.
Jiang Yan kicked and struggled, protesting, “Wait—wait a minute!”
“Don’t be afraid, Yan Yan!”
The giant pressed down on the little elf, who was flapping his wings in distress, and raised his own wet hands. “Look! The body of an elf comes from the sacred tree watered by holy water. You’ll be fine.”
If it were the real elven prince still attending school, being bullied so shamelessly by his senior would have made him cry from embarrassment.
But Jiang Yan’s soul was already that of a 25-year-old divorced “mature man.” Never mind the giant’s wet hands right now—back when they first got married…
So, Jiang Yan only gave him a faint glance and asked, “One last question.”
“What is it?”
“Have you offended anyone in the school?” Jiang Yan asked bluntly. “Like... wait.”
“663, pull up the profiles of the surviving players and NPCs. I can’t remember them all,” Jiang Yan said lazily.
“What do you need the players’ information for?” 663 asked in confusion, clearly blocked from Jiang Yan’s current perspective.
The main system still has some humanity, Jiang Yan thought.
“I’ve run into Yu Xiu. I’m preparing to ask him who among these people he’s offended,” Jiang Yan explained.
“Ask him directly??” 663 was shocked.
“What else would I do?” Jiang Yan replied matter-of-factly.
663: “...You’re something else.”
Although he didn’t quite understand, 663 still dutifully pulled up the remaining players’ information for Jiang Yan, who then read each name aloud to Yu Xiu.
The giant tilted his head and replied, “Cang Rou is your queen. I haven’t had much interaction with her.”
“Yan Yan actually knows Ding Wanyu? He’s my captain of the guard, absolutely loyal to me. As for the others, are they your friends?”
As he spoke, the giant kissed Jiang Yan’s lips and continued, “Is Yan Yan planning to introduce me to your friends?”
Jiang Yan frowned.
Clearly, at this point, Yu Xiu didn’t know Jian Hou and the others yet.
However, could Yu Xiu’s words temporarily rule out Ding Wanyu and Cang Rou as suspects?
Just as Jiang Yan was lost in thought, Yu Xiu leaned close to his ear and excitedly said, “Yan Yan, let’s get married! I want to meet all of Yan Yan’s friends!”
With that, Yu Xiu somehow pulled out another set of clothing.
The moment Jiang Yan saw the familiar blue-and-white school uniform in the giant’s hand, his eyes widened in shock.
“W-where did you get that?!” Jiang Yan demanded.
“Of course, I obtained it from a human,” the giant replied righteously, gazing at the little elf beneath him with a smile. “Yan Yan will look beautiful in it.”
“I’m not wearing that!”
Jiang Yan rejected him outright.
That... that was his high school uniform. If it wasn’t a replica, then it was the original!
Jiang Yan could clearly see the white tag on the uniform’s collar, where his name was written, along with a smiley face doodle that Jian Hou had personally drawn…
Where did this bastard get it?!
Jiang Yan’s eyes widened in panic.
Was this some kind of prop?
What was the significance of this item appearing in the instance?!
Why would the main system produce something like this?!
It must have made some unspeakable deal with Yu Xiu!
Although Jiang Yan and Yu Xiu had worn various school uniform replicas for fun before, those were all custom-made by Yu Xiu.
But to actually wear his real high school uniform in this cramped storage room while doing such things with Yu Xiu…
No way! Absolutely not!
“Why not?” The giant feigned innocence, but then the corners of his mouth curled into a teasing smile. “Yan Yan, how can you disobey your senior’s orders?”
Pervert!
Jiang Yan bit his lip, his eyes reddening as he glared at the shameless giant.
He decided to take back his earlier claim of being a “mature, experienced 25-year-old man.”
No matter how mature, no man could accept being pressed down in a school storage room while wearing his high school uniform!
Jiang Yan shut his eyes, adopting a “do whatever you want, I’m not wearing it” attitude.
“Oh? No response?”
Jiang Yan felt the giant lift his chin, the other’s warm breath brushing against his ear.
The giant chuckled softly, “A disrespectful junior must be punished by his senior!”
“Stop, stop it! I won’t wear it, you bastard!”
The elf’s wings flapped wildly, scattering golden dust with every tremble.
“Be good, Yan Yan. Just wear the shirt; no need for the pants.”
Finally, after the rustling of clothing and Jiang Yan’s tearful curses, the blue-and-white school uniform ended up on his body.
“Done!”
The giant straightened up, looking down at the boy beneath him with satisfaction.
Blue-and-white uniform, dark tousled hair, porcelain-white skin, and a pair of watery blue eyes—Jiang Yan already looked youthful, but now he resembled an 18-year-old high schooler even more.
“So beautiful, Yan Yan.”
The giant’s gaze darkened as he looked at the person beneath him. “We can start now.”
“Get off... you bastard!”
The sunlight lingered, its golden hues dancing in the air.