Courtyard House: My Long and Hard Body Makes Me Play with All the Women in the Courtyard

"Welcome to the cycle of reincarnation, dream guardian."

Su Ting's pupils contracted sharply, and he slowly raised the Star Blade in his hand, pointing it at Meng Li.

"No..." Mengli reached out her hand, trembling, tears streaming down her face. "Don't believe it... that's not me... he's using me to speak..."

Su Ting stood still, the tip of his sword trembling slightly.

The wind stopped, and all was quiet.

Only that whisper still echoes:

"You won the battle, but... can you defeat yourself?"

Su Ting's hands were trembling.

It wasn't because of the injury, nor because of exhaustion, but because of that voice—the voice of Meng Shang, uttered from Meng Li's mouth, like cold needles piercing the deepest part of his soul.

"Don't... come near me..." Mengli curled up on the ground, her hands tightly gripping her throat, her nails leaving bloody marks on her skin. "He wants to use my body to be reborn... Quick... kill me... otherwise he will use my face to destroy everyone who is still dreaming!"

"Shut up!" Su Ting roared, but his voice was filled with a tearing pain. "I don't believe it! You can't be possessed! You are Meng Li! The one who secretly pulled my remnant soul out of the data stream when I failed for the eighth time! You were the one who told me—'As long as there is one dream, you haven't lost'!"

“But now… I’m afraid…” Mengli raised her head, tears mixed with blood streaming down her face. “I’m afraid I won’t be able to hold on… He’s rummaging through my memories in my mind… He saw the night you taught me to sing… He saw us sharing the last cookie in the ruins… He saw you say, ‘From now on, I’ll stand in front of you.’… He wants to turn all of that… into weapons…”

Su Ting took a step forward, knelt on one knee in front of her, and grabbed both of her shoulders.

"Listen!" His voice was low and ruthless, like slitting open the throat of fate. "No matter how he imitates you, no matter how he uses your words to speak of my weaknesses—remember this: the real Mengli would never let me kill her!"

Mengli was startled, and her pupils contracted sharply.

"You...what did you say?"

"You said you wanted me to kill you." Su Ting stared at her, his gray eyes like burning stars. "But the real you, even after being devoured by the Dream Core seven times, still whispered in my ear, 'Try one more time.' You were never the one who made me end you—you were the madman who forced me to keep going!"

Chapter 1222 Get Out of My Head

Mengli's lips trembled, and tears streamed down her face.

Then she smiled.

Even with her face covered in blood and her voice hoarse as if tearing silk, she still smiled.

“Yes…” she choked up, “How could I… let you kill me? You owe me three meals, two songs, and a sunrise… you haven’t paid it all back yet.”

She suddenly raised her hand and slapped her own crown!

"Get out of my head—you stinking rat from the recycling center!"

boom! ! !

Black mist, like snakes, spewed from her seven orifices, twisting in the air into the phantom of Dream Entropy, emitting a shrill scream: "How dare you... with your fragmented soul, banish the Touch of Observation?!"

“Incomplete?” Mengli stood up unsteadily, a broken halo appearing behind her, as if pieced together from countless fragments of dreams. “You’re right, I am indeed incomplete—I’m missing an ear because you bit it off during the fifth reincarnation; I’m missing a memory because you stuffed it into the body of the eleventh test subject; I don’t even… remember my original name.”

She raised her hand and pointed at Dream Entropy, a bluish-gold flame igniting at her fingertips.

“But I remember—every time, Su Ting found me and brought me back.”

"That's why I'm not afraid of you. You're nothing but a shadowy creature hiding behind the rules, while we—are the ones who break the rules themselves."

Meng Shang roared and pounced, the black mist transforming into a thousand arms, each palm bearing the rune of "Silent Cleansing," but just as it was about to touch Meng Li—

Su Ting made a move.

He did not use a sword.

He took a step forward, opened his arms, and shielded Mengli behind him.

"Didn't you want to eliminate the 'anomalies'?" he sneered, the Star Blade transforming into wings of light behind him. "Then you calculate—how many 'anomalies' are there now?"

Before the words were finished, figures slowly rose from the shattered mirrors all around.

A little girl in a white dress is holding a broken windmill in her hand.

A one-armed boy with a mechanical crow perched on his shoulder.

An old woman, her eyes stitched together with a data cable, was still humming a lullaby.

A faceless man with half a number plate stuck in his chest—000012.

They stood in a circle, silent and still, completely surrounding Meng Shang.

"You...you all..." For the first time, fear showed in Meng Shang's voice, "The data that was erased...should not...should not have been revived!"

"Who said that?" the little girl asked, her voice childish. "Dreamcore said we should die, but we dreamed of a candy house and a flying cat."

“The order says we’re breaking the rules,” the one-armed boy grinned. “But we dreamed of blowing up its tower.”

“You’ve deleted us thirteen times,” the old woman said softly, “but each time, someone has picked up our dreams again.”

Su Ting slowly turned around, looking at these faces, tears glistening in her eyes.

"I'm not the first person to get here."

“But I am the first person to **hear their voices**.”

He raised his hand, and the Star Blade transformed into a stream of light, flowing into the ground.

In an instant, the entire silver plain began to be reconstructed.

The mirror is no longer a cold mirror, but has transformed into a flowing galaxy, at the bottom of which lie countless unfinished dreams: unsent love letters, undelivered messengers, unspoken "I love you," and unfinished farewells.

Dream Entropy screamed, the black mist twisting wildly: "No—the system will restart! The Observer will descend! Your resistance will only lead to the true end!"

"Then come on." Su Ting stood in the center of the starry river, gripping the hilt of his sword, his voice booming like thunder.

"I am waiting."

"I'm dreaming."

Chapter 1223 Oppressive Pressure

"I am alive."

The Milky Way suddenly rose up, transforming into a giant pillar of light that pierced the sky and shot straight into the unknown upper void.

At the end of that beam of light, a pair of eyes slowly opened.

Enormous, cold, and eyeless, yet it seemed to gaze upon every moment across billions of years and spaces.

"**Sequence 0—Observer, initiate.**"

The sound was like the beginning of the universe, or like the final whisper.

But just as this oppressive pressure was about to descend—

Mengli suddenly smiled.

She tiptoed closer to Su Ting's ear and whispered:

Have you ever wondered... why your number is 000001?

Su Ting was taken aback: "What do you mean?"

Her eyes flickered slightly as she pointed to those enormous eyes.

"Because... there is a sequence before the observer."

"**Sequence-1—The Dream Keeper Prototype, activated.**"

“And you were never the ‘thirteenth failure’.”

"You are the first person to successfully escape the 'cycle of reincarnation'."

Su Ting's pupils suddenly contracted.

Memories flood back like a tidal wave—

This is not his thirteenth rebirth.

He is the **1307th**.

Each time, he thought he was a newcomer.

Each time, he believed he was the starting point of rebellion.

But the truth is—

He had already won once.

Then it is erased, reset, and stuffed into the script of "losers," repeating the "destined to fail" drama over and over again.

But Mengli... was never a companion met by chance.

She was the 'variable' he personally planted during his last victory.

“You gave me the seed of freedom,” Mengli said softly, her fingertips tracing the scar on his heart. “Now, it’s time for it to sprout.”

Su Ting looked down at the scar.

It's glowing.

It is neither silver nor gold, but pure, chaotic, and undefined—the **primary color of dreams**.

He suddenly laughed.