Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

What should I do? Should I fawn over her every time I log in to increase her favorability?

Your game used to be Souls-like and story-driven, but now it's just turning into a visual novel, right?

Wait, a visual novel...

This game seems to be 18+, and you're controlling a beautiful girl's body, which means—

Next time I log in, I can totally play it like an eroge!

No, no way! I'm a decent person, how can I think about such nonsense!

I need to give myself a good talking-to and wake myself up!

"Snapped!"

Cheng Cheng's trembling hands reached for his phone, logged into Forbidden Paradise, and immediately started fighting.

…………

One hour later.

Cheng Cheng sighed, returned to his computer desk, and clicked on "Fate/stay night: Immortal Crown," which he had been playing for an hour.

Well, even a mosquito bite is still a bite, so let's see what the effect is, 1% it is.

He selected "Confirm Sync".

"Data synchronization in progress..."

"Synchronization complete."

"Cheng Cheng, the One Who Never Dawned"

Level: 1

Combat Power: 8

"Unique Talent - Collector: When an enemy's HP is below 5%, execute them instantly regardless of their defense or HP (can be upgraded)"

"Inherent Talent - Baki: Gains an additional 1000% experience from Body Tempering (can be upgraded)"

"Fire Seed: Burning at the stake: Can unleash a jet-black flame attack."

Almost the instant the words "completed simultaneously" appeared, an indescribable surge of heat exploded from his lower abdomen and instantly flowed to his limbs and bones!

"No way? I just finished, how come I still feel it?"

Cheng Cheng was shocked and quickly realized that this heat was completely different from the heat he felt while watching a movie—it felt like drinking a whole bottle of vodka in winter and then immersing his body in ice water, with every muscle and every bone emitting excited cries.

Cheng Cheng shook his neck, making a crisp "crack" sound, as if inexhaustible power was flowing through his body.

"Really... really synchronized?"

Loading a mysterious game and synchronizing game data—isn't this something you only see in online novels? In reality…

Oh my god, am I the protagonist of an online novel?

The online article is true, just like the second game! I'll never laugh at my classmate who did a 1v1 against the university in high school again!

Cheng Cheng felt a surge of excitement. He turned to look at the large barbell in the corner of the room, which hadn't been used for over half a month. He walked over and gripped the middle of the barbell with one hand.

He used to get exhausted after doing one set with both hands.

but now……

He only used a little force.

"rise!"

He lifted a 60-kilogram barbell with one hand as easily as lifting a clothesline pole, raising it above his head!

The room was quiet, with only his own heavy breathing as the only sound.

Cheng Cheng looked at the barbell in his hand, then at his not-so-strong arms, and his mind went blank for a moment again.

After a full five minutes, he suddenly threw the barbell to the ground with a loud thud.

"Holy crap..."

He muttered a curse under his breath, unable to tell whether it was excitement or fear.

How could his power increase to this extent with only 1% attribute sharing?

Cheng Cheng knew exactly how strong Sylvia was in the game: 800 combat power, she could wield a spiked club as thick as a bowl like a wooden stick, she could single-handedly kill more than 20 cultists, she could jump five or six meters high, and she could fight back and forth with a Silver-rank character like Cicero.

If... if we could raise the intimacy level, synchronizing 10%, or even 50%, or 100% of the attributes...

If we raise Sylvia's level all the way up to Silver, or even higher, until she becomes the strongest in the world...

How majestic would one be, with one's own unique way of doing things, on this planet without superpowers?

You don't eat beef?

No, no, no, I'm a decent person. If I get that power, I will definitely protect my Earth!

"To realize this dream... it seems I can't ignore Sylvia's opinion next time I log into the game."

Instead, you should recreate the feeling of playing a visual novel back in the day: go on dates with her, win her over, make her blush, and eventually max out her affection level so that you can directly achieve 100% attribute sharing!

"Besides pure combat ability, it seems that talent and seed are also shared... Hmm, needs to be tested."

Lifting weights at home can only test strength and endurance; speed and reaction time are equally important.

Moreover, with the additional buff from Baki's talent, training with him can also test the shared effect of the talent!

…………

The citizens' sports field, in the evening.

As the sun sets, groups of people jog on the rubber track, while the open-air basketball court in the center of the field is illuminated by incandescent lights, making it as bright as day. The sounds of intense dribbling, the swishing of sneakers, and shouts blend together.

"Little Mu, Little Mu! Look! That number seven! That's my husband! Isn't he handsome!"

On a bench by the field, a lively girl in a sports skirt and a high ponytail was excitedly shaking her best friend's arm.

Her best friend, on the other hand, was a completely different story.

Her long, smooth, jet-black hair cascaded down to her waist, and the buttons of her white shirt were meticulously fastened to the top, framing her stunningly beautiful face. Her eyes were slightly upturned, giving her a distant and scrutinizing look, and her aloof demeanor seemed completely out of place with the bustling surroundings.

"Ah."

Mu Yuan gave a nonchalant reply, her gaze sweeping across the court: "So, you dragged me out of the lab this morning just to show off your new boyfriend?"

"Hey, don't be so cold!" her best friend pouted. "This is the city team's training match! If you keep cooped up in the lab like this, you'll turn into a shut-in who only does research and play 'Genshin Impact'—how are you going to find a boyfriend if you keep going like this!"

Her best friend's eyes lit up: "This is an opportunity, Xiao Mu! Look, the field is full of handsome, muscular, and good-looking men... Waaah, I really want to date them all..."

"Um……"

Mu Yuan responded, her gaze sweeping across the court with little interest.

Inside the court, the city basketball team's training session was in the middle of a half-court offensive and defensive drill.

My best friend's boyfriend, number seven, is the team's shooting guard, and he's currently dribbling the ball, trying to break through. Defending him is a tall, arrogant young man with dyed red hair, whom the team members privately call "Akashi." He plays a fierce style and always considers himself the ace.

"Pass it out!" the coach shouted from the sidelines.

Number Seven hesitated for a moment, and in that instant, Akashi suddenly closed in and delivered a powerful elbow strike to Number Seven's ribs!

"Man!"

Number Seven groaned, lost his balance, and fell heavily to the ground, clutching his ribs and curling up in pain.

"Beep—!"

The middle-aged coach blew his whistle and stormed onto the field, yelling, "Akashi! There are still two weeks until the provincial tournament. Why are you hitting so hard during team training?!"

What can I say?

Akashi casually flicked his hand, not even glancing at number seven on the ground: "Just trying to steal the ball, he lost his footing. I can afford the medical bills, Coach. Besides—"

He curled his lips into a smirk, his smile blatantly contemptuous: "The basketball court is a place for the strong. Only the living deserve to play basketball—if a lousy player gets injured, he can only blame himself for not being strong enough."

"You—!" The coach's hand was trembling as he pointed at him.

From the stands, her best friend screamed and rushed down the steps to Qi Hao's side, throwing herself at him: "Qi Hao! How are you? Are you in pain? Should we go to the hospital?"

Mu Yuan, standing in the stands, smirked: So your boyfriend really is called Number Seven...

It matches your name perfectly, Gui Mi.

They're a match made in heaven.

Qi Hao gritted his teeth and shook his head, his forehead covered in cold sweat, clearly indicating that he was seriously injured.

The coach scratched his head in frustration.

The team was already short-handed, and now with a starting shooting guard missing, tactical drills simply can't continue.

"Coach, what do we do now?" a player asked in a low voice.

"What else can we do? We can't train anymore!"

The coach waved his hand impatiently, his gaze sweeping across the sidelines before suddenly fixing on something.

A young man with short orange hair was passing by the track not far away. He had a clean and handsome appearance, was about 1.85 meters tall, had broad shoulders and long legs, and walked with a powerful gait. He exuded a sense of strength and shrewdness.

"This person... I feel like I've seen him somewhere before."

Qi Hao followed the coach's gaze and said with a heavy heart, "That, that's Cheng Cheng... He was my junior in high school. He wasn't good at humanities, but he did very well in the physical education exam and got the top score in the city... I remember him."

The coach acted decisively, calling out in that direction, "Student! Could you come over here for a moment?"

Cheng Cheng was pondering where to test his synchronized physical functions when he heard the sound and turned around. He saw a group of people staring at him from the side of the basketball court, raised an eyebrow, and walked over.

"Hey kid, do you know how to play basketball?" the coach asked bluntly. "Our team is short one player, could you fill in temporarily? Just for a short half-court game, just to help out."

Cheng Cheng glanced at Qi Hao, who was grimacing in pain on the ground, and then at Akashi, who was standing next to him with an expression that said, "Who do you think you are, daring to come up here?" He suddenly felt that this was actually a good testing ground.

"Okay."

He nodded indifferently.

Chapter 10, Coach, I Don't Want to Play Basketball

The coach asked the players to bring spare jerseys and shoes, watched as Cheng Cheng changed into them, and then walked onto the field after a simple wrist warm-up.

The other team members exchanged glances, somewhat unconvinced.