Am I going to be controlled by the players too?

I won! It's Mu Yuan!

Cheng Cheng placed his hand on his waistband, just about to undo it, when Mu Yuan continued:

"I'll give you a local anesthetic injection first, it might hurt a little. But bear with it, it won't hurt when we do the puncture and sampling later."

Cheng Cheng: "???"

Cheng Cheng: "A biopsy?"

“Yes,” Mu Yuan picked up a needle and skillfully drew up the medicine. “Didn’t you say you couldn’t produce it yourself? Then this is the only way.”

Cheng Cheng stared at the steel needle that gleamed coldly under the light: "Wait! Something's not right. This isn't how it's supposed to be in a visual novel! I don't accept this!"

"Oh, you want the feeling of a visual novel, right? Ugh, you're such a pain," Mu Yuan frowned, pulling out a scalpel. "I just can't do anything with you. Fine, then I'll—"

"Cut it! (∠?ω<)⌒★"

"This isn't the visual novel I wanted!" Cheng Cheng exclaimed, sitting up abruptly from his deathbed. "No, don't cut it! I'll do it myself! I can do it!"

Mu Yuan stopped what she was doing and looked at him suspiciously: "You don't have a phone."

"It's alright, I have Fanma's blood flowing through my veins, I can use the Ghost Brain..."

…………

Finally, all the examinations were completed.

Mu Yuan instructed the driver to take Cheng Cheng home. Before leaving, she also had a nurse hand over a beautifully wrapped gift box.

"A small gift for my family, thank you for your cooperation."

Cheng Cheng took the gift and rushed into the car.

…………

Half an hour later, I finally got home.

As soon as I opened the door, I saw my sister holding her phone, grabbing me and taking pictures of me from every angle.

Cheng Cheng: "...What are you doing?"

"Post it on Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book)." The older sister picked through photos on her phone. "Little brother, don't you know you're already famous?"

"what?"

"Someone posted a video of you playing basketball online, and you're so cool, you know that!" the older sister exclaimed excitedly. "Now I'm the sister of a big celebrity! I'm going to start an account called 'Me and My Basketball Star Brother' to post about our daily life together. We're sure to become a huge internet sensation!"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

"And I heard you signed a contract with the Mu family and made 30 million? You're rich, little brother! I'll fill your shopping cart and send it to you later!"

After saying that, he turned and disappeared back into his room, only peeking out a moment later through a crack in the door:

"Oh, right, dinner's waiting for you at home. Mom made a ton of delicious food for you to come and have a celebration! I'm full, so I won't join you, haha."

What the hell is this...?

Muttering to himself, Cheng Cheng arrived at the restaurant. Sure enough, his parents were there. His father was playing on his phone, while his mother was feeding his one-year-old brother rice porridge with a spoon. Upon seeing Cheng Cheng return, she immediately abandoned her brother and rushed over to him.

"Cheng Cheng, you're back! Haha, I knew our ancestors were right! Look at them laughing at me for using traditional parenting methods. If I hadn't used traditional methods, would I have such a healthy and strong son?"

Cheng Cheng: "..."

It has nothing to do with traditional parenting methods. I'm so strong because I play MMORPGs.

"Come, come, try the medicinal food Mom made for you. The Compendium of Materia Medica records that if a baby is soaked in this water, he will become plump and fair in three days. If Trenbolone is injected intravenously, a 100-day-old baby will be as strong as a bear! As long as you eat this meal, Mom guarantees you will win the world championship!"

I even played with tiles when my baby was 100 days old, and he called for his mother...

Cheng Cheng glanced at the table full of rice and oil, mulberry and yam soup, spinach stir-fried with pork liver, medicinal pork ribs with wolfberry and mutton, Chinese herbal steamed buns and Chinese herbal milk tea, and finally understood why his sister was not going to join him: "...I ate at President Mu's house before, I'm not hungry, maybe next time."

"Cheng Cheng, what kind of attitude is this? Do you still doubt your mother's self-taught ability in traditional Chinese medicine?" The mother was very angry. "Look at Optimus Prime next door. He grew up drinking diesel fuel, and he's tall and strong. He even became the leader of Cybertron. This is all thanks to the daily necessities of life and the wisdom of our ancestors!"

Your neighbor is quite far away, it's like we're in different dimensions.

"At least have a bowl of rice gruel. I raised you on rice gruel, it's practically your rice daddy. Don't you always say you want to be filial to your rice daddy?"

But Daddy said he doesn't want to make money, so how can I support him?

"Sigh, never mind, I can't explain it to you," the mother sighed. "Your father wants to talk to you."

Perfect timing, I also have something to say to my father.

"Um... I heard you hooked up with a rich woman and made thirty million?" The father hesitated for a moment, "Cheng Cheng, you know..."

“Yes, I know.” Cheng Cheng nodded. “The brewery doesn’t have enough funds. They’ve only paid five million for the signing fee so far. I’ll transfer it to you in a bit.”

"That's wonderful! My son has finally grown up!" the father said with great satisfaction.

Cheng Cheng was happy to be acknowledged by his father, but a question had been weighing on his mind, and he finally asked it: "Dad, isn't our family's brewery business doing quite well? Why have we been experiencing a cash shortage these past two years?"

"Oh, that?" the father said casually. "Last year, I used all the factory's purchasing funds to buy 'Three Kingdoms Kill' game credits."

Cheng Cheng: "???"

Cheng Cheng: "No, you're spending so much money on 'Three Kingdoms Kill'? Mom, aren't you going to stop Dad from wasting money like this?"

"I was really angry at first," the mother sighed, "but then I discovered that Hua Tuo, the ancestor of traditional Chinese medicine, is actually in the game 'Three Kingdoms Kill'! This money was well spent!"

Cheng Cheng: "...Are my family members really human?"

"We only need to think about making money, but the game designers of 'Three Kingdoms Kill' have a lot more to consider. I'm planning to quit my job and stay home to study the skills of Shen Hua Tuo. You guys just wait and enjoy my superb medical skills... Hey, Cheng Cheng! Where are you going?"

"I'm tired, let's go back to our room and sleep." Cheng Cheng said without turning his head.

"The money..." the father asked hurriedly.

"I won't give it to you; I want to give it to Father Mi."

"But didn't you say before that Daddy Mi didn't want to make money, and that giving Daddy Mi money was unfilial?"

yes……

Paying money to play games is unfilial, not paying money to play games is disloyal, not playing games is disloyal and unfilial. So how can one be both loyal and filial?

While deep in philosophical thought, Cheng Cheng slammed the door shut, lay back on the bed, and stared blankly at the familiar ceiling.

Thinking of his mother, who taught herself traditional Chinese medicine, his father, who used the purchasing funds to buy the game "Three Kingdoms Kill", his sister, who always dreamed of becoming a big influencer on Xiaohongshu, and his younger brother, who was only one year old and ran around with the family's Labrador, Cheng Cheng felt exhausted and had the urge to escape his family of origin.

The whole family seems to have met through a forum... except for my older sister, who uses Xiaohongshu (Little Red Book).

Sigh, but the outside world isn't much better; there are bad women like Mu Yuan everywhere.

Where can one find pure joy...? It seems only the Teyvat world of "Gen Shen" is truly wonderful.

Unfortunately, Professor Li Wenya beat Mi Daddy to it before he could develop brain-computer interfaces.

Wait, Professor Li Wenya?

Cheng Cheng immediately rushed to the computer desk, put on the virtual reality headset, and then remembered that "Fate: Immortal Crown" was undergoing maintenance.

Ugh……

Sylvia is better. She's cute, sweet, soft, and easy to bully. She'll train when I tell her to, even though she'll cry and beg for mercy, she can't resist... At least in that world, I'm the one in control, the one who inflicts pain, not the one who suffers...

Sigh, I wonder what Sylvia is doing now? Does she miss me?

Normally, the game world stops when the player leaves, but Fate/Immortal Crown is a 2D anime game.

As is well known, in the second game, the characters have their own lives.

—From "Yuanshen".

So, Sylvia must be thinking of me right now...

…………

Sylvia called the police.

Three days have passed since she was kidnapped and sacrificed by the cultists, then became sworn siblings and joined the cult of the primordial gods, and finally betrayed Cicero and Finn...

The father personally searched for them, and eventually he and the kidnapped children returned home. The incident ended with "Cicero dying together with two members of the court"—after all, no one would doubt that a seemingly powerless young lady could outmaneuver two groups of people, repeatedly betray them, and fight her way out.

If Sylvia hadn't realized that her physical abilities had been enhanced to near the Silver rank at some point, she probably would have thought that everything before was just a terrible nightmare.

Otherwise, if that self-proclaimed god "Hakimi Mambo" hadn't insisted on becoming sworn brothers with Cicero, he wouldn't have been misunderstood by the two Silver Rank members of the Executive Court. He could have left safely by simply waiting for the Executive Court to eliminate Cicero, and none of this would have happened.

Hmph, what kind of god-like being is he? And what kind of being is he that is far removed from gods and not close to humans? That sounds nice, but I think he's just a demon!

Sylvia still remembered her mother's teachings: "Higher-ranking demons are cunning yet honest beings. They are adept at using true information to construct false lies and maliciously tempt you until you are completely overwhelmed by fear..."

"Occasionally, they will disguise themselves as benevolent beings, taking advantage of your vulnerable moments... By the time you realize it, it's too late. The demon will possess your skin, steal your memories, and take over everything about you, existing in the world as a 'devilman.'"

Isn't this exactly what Hakimi Mambo is doing?!

He's definitely a high-ranking demon! He might even be one of the twenty-two demon lords!

As for the nine primordial demons, there's no doubt about it—most of them are trapped in the deepest part of the abyss, and any one of them possesses the power to destroy the world. Why would they come looking for a nobody like her?

With a slight sigh and a sense of fear in her heart, Sylvia, accompanied by her family's newly hired gold-tier bodyguard, decided to call the police.

She said she was calling the police, but in the Kingdom of Kornoma, crimes not involving the supernatural are handled by the police, and this matter was clearly too bizarre. Her father's powers were not applicable to this, and only the Church of the City Builders could give her a sense of security.

In short, it was already three o'clock in the afternoon when Sylvia arrived at the church in the latest Star Silver Shadow.

As she stepped out of the car, the sun, like a melting piece of amber, slowly slanted westward, reminding Sylvia once again of the doctrines of the Church of the City Builders:

"On that day the heavens will be overthrown and the earth will crumble. Lift up your eyes to the heavens and look down upon the earth, for the primordial evil will come. The heavens will vanish like smoke, and the earth will wear out like clothes, and the inhabitants of it will die like gnats."

"Only the Lord, who turned into amber to mend the heavens, will endure forever with His salvation and righteousness, and we will follow Him... Go and push open that solemn city gate, He said, pick up the lapis lazuli tablet, read it aloud, and know what the mud bricks were made of, and who laid the foundation!"

Chapter 12, Blindly Believing in a Religion is Not as Good as Not Believing in One:

Upon entering the church, the afternoon sun streamed through the towering amber-colored stained-glass windows, casting shimmering spots of light on the floor like liquid gold. The air was filled with the aroma of aged incense, old parchment books, and the cool scent of stone.

Solemn and dignified, it brings peace of mind.

Sylvia wore an elegant white cotton dress with simple lace embellishments on the cuffs and collar. Only in a church, a place where "all men are created equal," could she feel a sense of ease—as if she had also shed the shackles of being "the only daughter of the Claire family."

But the shackles on my heart tightened even more.

For three days, she recalled countless times the strange consciousness that called itself a "god-man," the invisible hand that controlled her body and forced her to stab someone in the back.

It was such a heinous thing, yet—

She felt no fear at the moment she committed the murder.

On the contrary, she felt genuinely happy when she drank and ate meat without regard for etiquette.