The System Teaches You How to Be Human

At first, Chen Mengxi had been venting her fear and uncontrollable anger, screaming over and over for Shen Chen to die, die, die!

But when Si Yisi truly invaded her dreams, Chen Mengxi’s arrogance was extinguished in an instant.

Si Yisi had opened the system shop and purchased a dream-inducing pill for just one point. This item dissolved upon contact with the skin, so Chen Mengxi had unknowingly fallen into his trap long ago.

“You…”

Chen Mengxi took a step back, then another.

But the dream was under Si Yisi’s control. After just two steps, Chen Mengxi realized she had nowhere to escape!

Beneath her feet was a narrow foothold, illuminated by a faint light that revealed the surrounding void.

Si Yisi descended step by step on an invisible staircase suspended in the air, slowly closing in on her.

She had no way out!

“Dear cousin, are you having fun?” Si Yisi’s voice was venomous, dripping with malice like a poisonous snake.

He was dressed in a black suit, wearing polished black leather shoes, and held a black rose in his hand…

No matter how one looked at him, he seemed like someone attending a funeral.

Chen Mengxi trembled, her wide eyes filled with fear as she watched her transformed cousin place the black rose in her hair. Then he reached out and pressed down on her head.

But that press, it felt as if he was about to crush her skull with his bare hands!

“Ahhh!”

Chen Mengxi woke up drenched in cold sweat, collapsing onto the floor of her room. Beside her, the half-mad, half-delirious woman lying on the bed continued to mutter low, curse-like phrases under her breath.

Furious, Chen Mengxi grabbed a pillow and threw it toward the woman, her breathing ragged from the nightmare.

“Shen… Chen… Shen… Chen!”

Chen Mengxi’s once-beautiful face was now twisted with rage.

She was convinced that her cousin must have stumbled upon some incredible opportunity to transform so completely. But why him?!

That worthless crybaby, weaker than even a woman; What did he have to deserve such a change?!

Her hatred was palpable. She reached under her mattress, groping for the antique lighter she had hidden there.

When her hand finally touched the lighter’s cool surface, it brought her a shred of comfort.

Chen Mengxi was certain this must be a powerful item. She wanted to see if, without its help, if her dear cousin could still escape the ghosts’ pursuit!

***

On the other side, Si Yisi, who had been forcibly ejected from the dream, stared at his hands in frustration, tears streaming down his face.

White and slender, soft and delicate; his hands clearly weren’t very strong. Even when fighting ghosts, he needed several hits to be effective. So how had Chen Mengxi been so fragile?

He hadn’t even applied much force, and yet she had been scared awake already!

That’s right, Si Yisi’s self-perception at the moment was that of an innocent, weak person who also liked to cry.

He didn’t think there was anything wrong with it at all.

Mo Wuchang, who had been quietly observing the movement beside him, saw Si Yisi’s hand reaching out. In a moment of absent-mindedness, he recalled…

The bloody scene of Si Yisi tearing a piece of skin from a corpse.

Mo Wuchang was immediately horrified. What the hell is the boss planning to crush?

Please don’t let it be me?! He immediately hunched his back, curling into himself. For some reason, just thinking of those scenes made him feel a sharp pain all over his body.

Drip–

The room’s hour hand pointed at 2, while the minute and second hands both reached the 12 o’clock position at the same time.

It was 2 A.M.

Knock knock knock knock!

A series of irregular, intense knocks came from afar.

Si Yisi opened his eyes, a tired tear dropping from the corner of his eye.

He heard the knocking, the creaking of shoes on the floor, as well as rapid breathing and cries for help. If it wasn’t a ghost causing the commotion, then someone was clearly in distress.

“Help! Help!”

The piercing scream was from a male voice. If Si Yisi wasn’t mistaken, it sounded like the voice of Qi Yang, yellow-haired kid who had been staying with Qi Muyang.

How did he get out?

Did the game area expand?

The initial knocking Si Yisi heard seemed to come from the first floor. But now it was getting closer, gradually approaching their third-floor room.

Si Yisi sat up, slowly buttoning his shirt. He gently tapped a rhythm with his fingers, his body trembling in response, as though performing a silent musical composition.

After enduring for so long, Si Yisi found that he didn’t mind tears as much anymore.

Maybe this was what growing up felt like.

Shh…

Si Yisi heard a hissing sound coming from his sleeve, and he pulled out Ah Tu, whispering to it. “You’ve probably been waiting for this for a long time, haven’t you? After all, every time, your abilities have been improving.”

This wasn’t just empty talk. Ah Tu’s electric abilities had indeed improved significantly. The sparks it emitted were brighter and more dazzling, like a giant lightbulb.

Si Yisi considered that lateral development was still development. Who knew, maybe after some practice, Ah Tu would start developing vertically instead. He had a bit of hope for that.

Ah Tu wasn’t hopeful.

It shook its head vigorously while crying tears, and without hesitation, it created sparks around itself.

A scent of roasted dragon meat filled the air, and when Si Yisi glanced at Ah Tu, he found that it had electrocuted itself unconscious.

Si Yisi: “…”

Cowardly baldy.

He slapped Ah Tu hard, then hung the little dragon on the door, suspending it upside down.

***

Qi Yang kid had finally made it to the third floor.

He desperately knocked on the door to Qi Muyang’s room, but Qi Muyang inside was determined not to open it.

Si Yisi could hear weak panting and the faint sound of something being destroyed.

He quickly deduced that this ghost must be a big one, at least much stronger than the one with no hair who whimpered and cried like a little girl.

“Help me! Please let me in!!”

“Help me! Ah–!” Si Yisi heard the yellow-haired kid’s cries and saw blood seeping out from under the door.

To avoid the yellow-haired kid crashing into him, Si Yisi quickly stepped back a few paces and leaned against the bed.

Qi Yang, drenched in blood, crashed into the room. His pupils were filled with agony, and when he saw Si Yisi, a fragile, crying boy, his despair grew even deeper, causing his pupils to dilate slightly.

“Ugh, looks like I’m really… done for.”

Qi Yang gathered some strength and quickly said, “Stop crying! What are you staring at? Don’t just stand there! Run!”

He collapsed onto the bed, his pupils reflecting a terrifying figure holding a knife. At that moment, he touched something. A person, who was fast asleep, snoring heavily.

Even in such a chaotic situation, Mo Wuchang remained unchanged, as if he could sleep forever.

Qi Yang: “…”

Mo Wuchang: “Zzz… snore, snore…”

The so-called weak boy glanced at him, thinking; Did my crying bother you? Did I eat your rice?

(T/N: Did I eat your rice? = euphemism for; why do you look so offended?)

Si Yisi pinched Mo Wuchang and gave him a hard shove, signaling for him to hand over the stick he was cuddling.

But of course, Mo Wuchang didn’t wake up.

Si Yisi: “…”

He decisively, and with great efficiency, picked up Mo Wuchang, still a living person, and hurled him at the ghost outside the door.

Thud—