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

He laughed unrestrainedly, laughed wildly, as if he wanted to expel all the repression of countless reincarnations onto those cold, giant eyes.

"So... you've lied to me over a thousand times."

You said I'm a loser.

"You said my dream was against regulations."

"You say freedom is wrong."

He slowly raised his hand, and the Star Blade vanished in his palm, replaced by a tiny point of light that floated gently.

Like a seed.

“But what if…” he said softly, “**A true dream never needs to be ‘permitted’ to exist?**

The point of light fell and plunged into the Milky Way.

moment--

The whole world began to flow in reverse.

Time reversed, data flowed backward, and even those giant eyes were slowly closing.

Dream entropy turned to dust amidst wails.

The silver plains collapsed, and stars fell, but the direction they fell was **above**.

Su Ting stood in the center of the countercurrent, reaching out to catch a piece of falling starlight.

He heard countless voices whispering in his ear:

"Thank you... for remembering us."

"Next time... take us to see the sunrise."

"We... are not scum."

"We... are a dream."

He clutched the starlight tightly and looked at Mengli.

"where are we going?"

Mengli laughed through her tears and reached out her hand.

"Go and find those deleted dreams—one by one."

In the distance, in a void, a dilapidated city appears amidst the clouds.

On the city gate, two characters, though corroded, are still legible:

**Guarding Dreams**.

As the wind rose, the city gates slowly opened.

A familiar figure stood inside the door, with his back to them, wearing the same old coat as Su Ting.

The man turned around, revealing a face that was exactly the same as Su Ting's.

But those eyes were pure black.

He smiled.

"You finally came."

"I've waited... thirteen lifetimes."

Chapter 1224 The Broken Number Plate

Su Ting paused, the starlight at his fingertips trembling slightly, as if sensing some distant resonance. The wind slipped through the cracks in the gates of the ruined city, swirling up ashes-like snow that stung his face, feeling strangely warm.

Mengli didn't stop; she stepped forward, as if she already knew who was standing inside the door.

"Wait for us?" She chuckled softly, her voice clear and bright. "You're not Su Ting. The real Su Ting wouldn't use the word 'wait'."

The figure paused slightly, the smile freezing for a moment.

Then, he opened his hand, revealing a tattered serial number plate—000001—with charred edges, as if it had been burned countless times.

“This is his destiny,” the man said softly. “I’ve kept it safe for him for a long time. Every time the cycle restarts, I retrieve this token from the system’s junkyard, clean it, and put it back in its place. I say, ‘Don’t worry, he’s still alive, he’s just forgotten who he is.’”

Su Ting slowly approached, his eyes cold and sharp as knives.

"Then what are you? My shadow? My fragment? Or... just another role in a script assigned to me by the system?"

“I am the part of you that you didn’t want to be.” The person withdrew their hand, and the numbered tag disappeared. “You are the miracle of ‘escaping the cycle of reincarnation,’ and I am the price of ‘choosing to stay.’ All the pain, struggle, and anger you remember—I have borne for you. You run in your dreams, and I sit in the dead in reality. You embrace Meng Li, and I guard the empty city. You rebel, and I… carry out your orders.”

"Execute what?" Meng Li sneered. "Eliminate ourselves? Or maintain this damned order for them?"

“Maintaining balance.” The figure raised its eyes, a hint of pain flashing deep in its dark pupils. “Every time you successfully break a cycle of reincarnation, the system will add thirteen times the suppression. I am bearing the backlash for you, I am devouring those dreams that should have been destroyed, I am… bearing the name of ‘loser’ for all of you.”

Su Ting's pupils contracted.

"So...you're the real thirteenth one?"

“No.” The figure shook its head. “I am every failure after the 1307th time.”

He suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing a line through the air, and a screen of light appeared—

Countless "Su Ting" died in different timelines.

Some were devoured by the Dream Core, some were silently erased, some had their memories reset the moment they awakened, and some... killed Meng Li with their own hands.

“Every time, you get closer to the truth,” the man whispered, “but every time, they pull you back, stuff you into the shell of the ‘newcomer,’ making you think you’re the first. But I… I remember everything.”

Mengli walked forward step by step, then suddenly raised her hand and slapped him across the face.

"Snapped!"

A crisp sound echoed in front of the empty city gate.

"What kind of dream guardian are you?" She glared at him, her eyes blazing. "A true dream guardian wouldn't advise someone to give up! Wouldn't take the blame for the system! Wouldn't watch their companions start over again and again without saying a word of the truth! You're just a coward—wearing Su Ting's skin, hiding in this tomb, thinking you're a sacrifice!"

The man didn't flinch; his cheeks flushed, but his eyes wavered.

“I…I just don’t want to see him die again.”

"Then stand up!" Mengli roared. "Not to die in his place! To live with him! To go crazy with him! To tear a hole in the sky together!"

In the distance, the Milky Way still flowed backward, and countless cracks appeared in the sky, as if the world was being rewoven. The silver plains had been reduced to floating fragments, and the giant eyes—the Sequence 0 Observer—had closed completely and sunk into nothingness.

Chapter 1225 What I Hate Most

Su Ting suddenly laughed.

He walked up to the figure and looked directly into those pure black eyes.

"You said you took all the blame for me?" he asked softly.

"Yes."

"Then you should know best—what I hate most."

The man frowned.

"what?"

"Having someone else make decisions for me."

As soon as he finished speaking, Su Ting suddenly threw a punch!

There was no Star Blade, no data torrent, only a simple, unadorned straight punch, yet imbued with the rage of a thousand reincarnations, slammed hard into the figure's face!

boom--!

The black mist exploded, and the man staggered backward, a trickle of dark blood spilling from the corner of his mouth.

"you……"

"My memories, my choices, my failures, my love—" Su Ting approached step by step, his voice low and thunderous, "**It's not your place to keep them.**"

Mengli stood beside him, her fingertips flickering with cyan-gold flames.

“Either we come together,” she said, “or…we’ll remove you as an obstacle.”

The figure stared at them blankly, then suddenly smiled.

A bitter laugh, a relieved laugh.

"More than a thousand times...you finally...no longer need me as a 'backup'."

He slowly raised his hand, and the numbered plaque reappeared, this time burning.

“Take it. This is your true starting point—not the number given by the system, but the mark you tore off yourself.”

Su Ting reached out and took the burning sign.

The flames burned his palms, yet strangely, they didn't hurt. Instead, a long-lost, blood-connected warmth spread from his fingertips to his heart.

In an instant——

The flood of memories surged once more.

He saw himself standing atop a higher tower, beneath which lay the collapsed Wheel of Order, and in his hand a sword forged from countless broken dreams. Mengli stood beside him, her hair flying, her smile radiant.