Cristae
Stories
14
Chapters
2,598
Words
4.8 M
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Reading
16 d, 18 h
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…… …… Two minutes later, Si Zhiyan sat on the grandest seat in the castle’s hall, surrounded by brilliant lights and garlands of fresh flowers and ribbons. This was the most extravagant location in the entire amusement park—the hall on the castle’s second floor, opening out to a distant terrace from which the whole park could be seen at a glance. A gold-edged red carpet ran from the little town all the way here, and thanks to some uncanny mechanism, a gust of wind seemed to carry…
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The faux-human stared blankly at Si Zhiyan, chewing mechanically. Pop! His teeth grazed the ultra-thin grilled sausage casing, and at that touch, the sausage burst in his mouth. This was something Si Zhiyan had just assembled from the Frosthorn Rabbit’s pack. His favorite sausages weren't strictly orthodox hot dog frankfurters, but a special all-meat sausage unique to the farm. Select wild boar and beef, combine in the right ratio of lean to fat, whip into a fine paste, then mix in generous…
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Jingle jingle jingle—Jingle jingle jingle— Lately, your phone always rang at midnight. The callers were invariably a bizarre lot: “My cat’s gone missing, how unfair! Right at the Broom Company’s cat parking spot! I’m absolutely furious. With such poor cat parking management, how do they justify charging so much?” “It’s all the fault of Peter Pan Toy Company—ruined my child, sob sob… Of all the businesses to run, why manufacture such heartless toys? Doesn’t everyone have…
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A rush of chaotic footsteps sounded behind them. Yan Xu quickly pulled Si Zhiyan aside, bringing a finger to his lips in a silent “shhh.” He wrapped his arms around Si Zhiyan and ducked his head as countless vines surged upward, writhing and curling to shield them from view. At the far end of the leaf-strewn avenue, a cloud of dust began to rise. So close—close enough that he could hear the other’s heartbeat.Swaddled in Yan Xu’s burning warmth, Si Zhiyan felt his own breath nearly…
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After bidding farewell to Alice, Si Zhiyan returned to the farm, turning the matter over carefully in his mind. Alice had offered such a precious technology in exchange, so he could not treat the matter lightly. There was absolutely no way to just brush it off. Anyone who's ever been the receiving party knows—a client that asks for nothing except "something to their taste" is the hardest to please. Yet, it wasn't as though the farm lacked a paradise. The present and Yan Xu, together with Si…
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On the day the Phase Two Crystal Stones went on sale A little after six in the morning, an employee of a trading house arrived for work.Today was his turn to open up. With a breakfast roll from the cafeteria clenched between his teeth, he yawned as he fumbled with his keys, groggily ambling forward. As he walked on, he suddenly bumped headlong—thud—into a wall. “Ouch!” the wall complained indignantly. Stunned for a moment, the trading house employee realized he’d actually walked into…
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While the farm’s new worlds were booming, there was one place facing a stern challenge. That was none other than the farm’s largest mineral supplier: Hephaestus Castle. The manpower-intensive approach to developing new worlds required a huge supply of ; the castle’s stable output directly determined the pace at which new worlds could be opened. But the problem was, Hephaestus Castle’s entrances and exits were notoriously unpredictable, appearing and vanishing without warning. It could be…
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This world was a food processing industrial zone beside a wharf. In these lower-level creepypasta worlds, the protection of the world wasn’t complete. Everybody fended for themselves, scattered and disordered, without a leader like Aunt Zhou. The giant-axe butcher killer, muscles bulging and bare, still wearing his apron, stood at the entrance, now to give players directions.The only difference now was, the human heads at his waist had been replaced with a thermos, filled with chrysanthemum tea…
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Bian Xu never liked big cities. For convenience in handling affairs, Si Zhiyan had claimed the top-floor duplex apartment in the city’s tallest building as his own. The rooftop was a small garden with a pool, and outside the floor-to-ceiling windows stretched the stunningly lit neon nightscape of the metropolis. Si Zhiyan moved his office here, and at night, as he watched the pinpricks of light spread and illuminate the city, he was filled with an unmatched sense of accomplishment. While Si…
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At first, Si Zhiyan had considered the issue of the farm’s point reserves. Everyone knew that, at their core, points originated from the Main God’s tasks. It was precisely because a large portion of players were still fighting in the wastelands and completing missions that the farm could function as usual. Yet Si Zhiyan’s own policies would inevitably lead many to give up the Main God’s missions entirely, throwing all their energy into farm operations and helping him conquer world…
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With rich rewards comes brave men. Within just a few hours of the notice being posted, the place had already become a sea of people. Lin Qiushui finally managed to squeeze into the front row. The moment she saw the amount, her pupils shook with disbelief. Unwilling to trust her eyes, she counted the digits several times to make sure there wasn't a decimal point, before finally uttering in astonishment, “The amount here… this is already beyond the usual large-scale missions, isn't it?” “Way…
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Although the primary direction for development had been set, there was still much work to be done on the specifics. First: how could the Lord God be brought down from the heavens? On this point, the High Priest gave his answer without hesitation. Beneath the starry sky, the white-haired High Priest lowered his gaze, watching Si Zhiyan with gentle, steady eyes. For he was a former loser, a target already marked for destruction. The High Priest, bearing the Lord God’s power—so long…
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The High Priest’s orb offered no objection to the question. In the very center of the grand hall, above that orb, a phantom slowly coalesced into view. The High Priest’s eyelashes were silvery, snowy hair cascading from the nape of their neck. The faint image spread itself beneath the star-studded dome, its expression indifferent—neither human nor inhuman, but closer to god or spirit. Si Zhiyan stood straight-backed at the center of the temple. It was the first time he had ever spoken,…
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The night wind tousled Bian Xu’s golden hair. Under the glow of the streetlamp, the ends of his hair, untamed and pale as down, caught the light. Bian Xu’s expression was radiant and beautiful, his hands clasped tightly behind his back, convulsively gripping the roots of his vines. Si Zhiyan knew well that even if he tried to gloss things over again, Bian Xu would not protest. He would merely… be disappointed. If not even the “sir” he cared for would accept him, then all hope from…
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That… that was it? It was solved! At the entrance to the farm, players who had pitched tents or brought sleeping bags, those steeling themselves for a wait of three or even five days in the long queue, all stared wide-eyed in shock. Gazing up at this bustling metropolis, people were utterly dumbfounded. They had been estranged from human civilization for so long that even a streetlight able to shine steadily now seemed a luxury. A female player walked along the street, looking up, her eyes…
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After much bustle back and forth, it took a considerable effort to finally soothe Aunt Zhou. Si Linyan led Bian Xu through the unit doors, stepping out of the apartment building. At last, he turned back to glance at this place one last time. When he first arrived, the entrance was piled high with all sorts of miscellaneous items—from shoe cabinets to planting boxes, to all kinds of broken electric fans and whatnot—all gathering dust, crammed together until the whole corridor was choked full. Si…
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Aunt Zhou looked at Bian Xu for a while, her expression gentle, and after a long silence, she said, “I don’t quite know.” “I don’t really know what’s maintaining this place, but most of my memories are muddled most of the time. If you want to know something, just ask, and I’ll tell you if I remember. I’ll answer as I remember—don’t mind if it’s all over the place.” For someone who was technically a boss-level entity in a dungeon, Aunt Zhou spoke so kindly that Bian Xu was…
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What happened after that night, Si Zhiyan could hardly remember. Bian Xu was too young, like a wild creature brimming with vitality. His embrace was scorching and warm, calling out Si Zhiyan’s name in confusion and sobs, devouring him bit by bit. He was feeding—bodies and flesh entwined, souls as well. Si Zhiyan laughed in the pauses between gasps for air, tilting his head back, his misted eyes staring at the ceiling, arms wrapped around Bian Xu’s golden head, buried at his neck. After a…
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“……” Bian Xu was trembling, his breath hot and ragged, like burning coals. He wanted to bite his lip again, but Si Zhiyan’s fingertips remained pressed lightly to his lips, cool and soft, the pad of his finger resting against his canine tooth. Between lips and tongue flowed the sweet, intoxicating scent belonging to his teacher—so potent it felt as if his heart would burst into flames. —— But Bian Xu couldn’t say a word. Cold sweat soaked the hair across his forehead;…
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He Ming chewed blissfully. Bite after bite, plate after plate. No longer needing Si Zhiyan or Bian Xu to coax her, she happily devoured whatever she liked, whatever she hadn’t tried before, whatever was distinctive—no matter what kind of dish it was, the black sludge swallowed it up with joy. The red bean paste was soft and dense, richly delicious; the chocolate box was sweet with an edge of bitterness, its aftertaste subtle and lingering; the shrimp pan-fried buns had a crisp outer layer that…
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