All The Female Disciples Want To Kill Me

He couldn't help but chuckle bitterly, lying back in his chair and muttering to himself,

"What disciple? What Su Bei?"

"It was just a bizarre dream of an old second-dimensional Otaku who passed out from being dizzy..."

Just at that moment, the dormitory door opened with a CREAK. A skinny man carrying a basketball walked towards his spot, took a big gulp of water, tore off his socks, and addressed Su Bei,

"Brother Bei, hey, I saw your girlfriend waiting for you downstairs. I bumped into her when I came back from playing basketball."

Su Bei furrowed his brows, puzzled.

Girlfriend!?

He walked towards the door somewhat dazed. It seemed as though a heart-wrenching voice followed him from behind,

"I really screwed the pooch! Damn it, idiot, all in with the little lives!"

The weather was unnaturally sunny, glaringly bright, with cherry blossoms falling and covering the world.

On the stone-paved streets, the crowd bustled. A frenzy of people desperately chased after a ball, smashing it into a hoop for no apparent reason. Each score was greeted with applause.

Key Smoke stared blankly at everything before her. The crowd wore clothes she had never seen before. The women were dressed daringly, with hardly a few pieces on them, yet they wore tall black leather boots. She even noticed one woman with a long slit in the hem of her skirt, her snow-white, slender legs faintly visible with every step. Such attire! Even the Demon Sect Clan and the Star Moon Sect had never seen clothing like this.

On the street, Magic Treasure vehicles with no Spiritual Energy moved swiftly on four wheels. On one stationary Magic Treasure, an orange iron can sat on the window. Soon, the woman with the long slit in her hem picked up the can. Then she turned off the Magic Treasure, and it quickly sped away.

Strange! Everything was so strange!

She tried to move her body but found she couldn't control it at all. Her current state was more like being immersed in this body, watching the scene in front of her as a bystander.

Is this Su Bei's Heart Demon!?

Key Smoke couldn't help but exclaim. She had entered his fantasy! She never imagined Su Bei's imagination could be so rich. These were things she had never seen before—not the usual mountains of blades, seas of fire, or heart-bewildering forests of ordinary people, but these unfamiliar, life-like scenes. It was even intoxicating.

After a while, she saw Su Bei walking towards her. Humorously, his hair was sparse, short, and didn't even reach his ears.

"Why did it take you so long to come here!?" a disgruntled voice came from this body.

Su Bei looked dazed at the woman in front of him. She wore tight-fitting jeans and a white T-shirt, which outlined her perfect figure. Even her ordinary clothes couldn't conceal her proud demeanor. Her black hair was tied gently back, and her face, though without makeup, was still dazzling. Her fair arms lifted, brushing the stray hairs at her ear.

—Only... why does she look so much like Key Smoke in the dream!?

Perhaps finally coming to his senses, Su Bei couldn't help but chuckle bitterly. He had actually brought his girlfriend into his dream and fantasized that she was the Saintess.

"I didn't know you were here..." Su Bei gently took her hand.

Key Smoke instinctively wanted to resist, to break free from his hold. However, she could not control the movements of this body and had to let him hold her hand.

What exactly is his Heart Demon!?