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

In the distance, the ashes of the "Dream Codex: Original Edition" still floated, not yet completely dissipated. And at the heart of those ashes, a faint heartbeat could be heard—

thump.

thump.

thump.

It's like some dormant entity being awakened.

"It's not over yet," Su Ting said in a low voice.

Mengli nodded, stood up, and said with sharp eyes: "The code can be burned, the firewall can be broken, but as long as the 'right to define' is still in their hands, we will always be 'abnormal'."

“So,” Su Ting raised his hand, and the starlight condensed again. This time, it was no longer a single point, but a small river that meandered through his palm, “we will not fight for the right to define.”

"us--"

"**We'll rename it.**"

As soon as he finished speaking, he slammed his hand down on the ground.

Starlight exploded, surging like a tide into every inch of land, every brick and stone, and every wisp of drifting dust.

In an instant, the entire Dream Guardian City began to resonate.

In the city center, an ancient clock tower slowly rises, its face devoid of numbers, displaying only a line of flowing text:

"A dream begins the moment you don't believe it will end."

The bells rang—

Not just one sound, but a thousand, ten thousand sounds, layer upon layer, as if all the erased cycles of reincarnation were awakening at the same time.

The void trembled, and cracks reappeared, but this time, what surged forth was no longer oppressive system power, but rather faint yet resolute points of light—

A boy drew a ship flying towards the stars on his desk and said to his deskmate with a smile, "I'm going to make a real one someday."

An elderly man held his granddaughter's hand before he passed away: "Don't be afraid of the dark, your dreams will catch you."

A little girl, amidst the flames of war, clutches her tattered doll and softly hums a song: "Tomorrow will be better..."

Each point of light is a "deleted dream".

Chapter 1228 Breaking Through the System Lockdown

They traversed time and space, bypassed system blockades, and passed through the void of billions of resets, finally converging above the City of Dreams to form a flowing galaxy.

Mengli looked up and smiled: "Look, they've always been here."

Su Ting gazed at the starry sky, then suddenly raised his hand, his fingertips tracing the air as if writing something.

A golden thread appeared, coalescing into two words:

**Dream Building**.

“We’re no longer ‘guarding’ our dream.” He turned to look at her, his eyes burning with an unprecedented light. “We’re starting to—create it.”

Mengli narrowed her eyes, a bright smile on her face: "How do you want to build it?"

“The first step,” he said, pointing to the galaxy formed from fragmented dreams, “is to turn those ‘impossible’ dreams into realities that have already begun.”

"for example?".

“For example—” he raised his hand and pointed to one of the dimmest spots of light, “that child who wanted to fly but had a broken leg, his dream shouldn’t just live in his sleep.”

He took a step forward, and his figure instantly crossed the void, appearing in front of the point of light.

Mengli followed closely behind.

A boy's figure emerged from the light, sitting in a wheelchair, gazing up at the sky. In his dream, he wore metallic wings, broke through the clouds, and flew alongside eagles.

Su Ting reached out his hand and whispered, "Want to fly?"

The boy looked up blankly: "Who...are you?"

"Another possibility beyond your 1307th reincarnation."

Mengli stood behind him, her fingertips igniting with cyan-gold flames, and gently touched the boy's wheelchair.

In an instant, the metal melted and reformed, transforming into a pair of shimmering mechanical wings that slowly unfurled, like butterflies in the morning light.

The boy trembled as he ran his fingers along the edge of the wings.

"This is real?"

Su Ting nodded: "It's more real than your dream."

A light suddenly flashed in the boy's eyes, and he stood up abruptly—not by his legs, but by the wings that lifted his body, suspending him in mid-air.

"I...I can..."

“Go ahead,” Mengli smiled. “This time, you don’t need to wait for me in your dreams.”

The boy looked up to the sky and roared, his wings spread, and he soared into the sky, piercing the clouds.

In that instant, the entire dreamlike galaxy trembled.

Other points of light also began to tremble slightly, as if in response.

Watching his departing figure, Su Ting said softly, "This is just the beginning."

Mengli leaned on his shoulder and asked softly, "What's next?"

“Next.” He raised his hand and pointed to a nearly extinguished dot of light in the distance. “The author who wrote novels his whole life but whose stories were never finished—his story shouldn’t rot on a hard drive.”

"Oh?" Mengli raised an eyebrow. "So how do you plan to let the whole world hear about him?"

Su Ting smiled and said, "It's very simple."

He opened his arms as if unfolding the pages of a book.

A gigantic phantom appeared in the sky—it was a book, its cover blank, with only a line of small text engraved on its spine:

**The Unfinished Story, We Will Continue to Write It**

“Everyone,” he declared loudly, “can come in and write their own story, as long as they still dare to dream.”

Mengli laughed out loud: "Are you trying to get readers from the entire universe to co-create this?"

“No,” he corrected, “it’s about finding new authors for all the ‘abandoned stories’.”

She tilted her head to look at him: "And what about you? Where... are you in your story?"

Su Ting was silent for a moment, then took her hand and intertwined their fingers.

“Written—” he looked at her, his voice gentle yet firm, “a guy who was destined to fail, leading a girl who shouldn’t exist, toward an ending where all the rules say ‘impossible.’”

Chapter 1229 Boundless Pure White

Mengli blinked, then suddenly stood on tiptoe and gently kissed him on the lips.

“Then I’ll have to write it better,” she laughed. “After all, I’m the female lead.”

At this moment——

"Di."

There was another soft sound.

But this time, it wasn't a system reboot.

Instead... a new portal of light opened in the center of the city.

Behind the door, there were no ruins, no emptiness, only an endless expanse of pure white—like a canvas on which the world had yet to be painted.

Above the door, three characters appeared:

**A New Era**.

A gust of wind rose, stirring the hem of Su Ting's clothes.

He gazed at the door and whispered, "The final hurdle."

Mengli gripped his hand tightly, her eyes bright as stars: "What's behind the door this time?"

Su Ting did not answer.

He simply took a step forward, turned around, and reached out his hand to her.

"Want to know?"

She smiled, took a step forward, and hooked her fingertips around his little finger.

"What do you say?"

His eyes lit up and the corners of his lips turned up.

"Then we-"

"Open the door together."

Before the words were finished, the pure white door suddenly trembled slightly, as if gently pushed by some force from the other side. A slender shadow slowly emerged behind the door, its outline blurred, yet exuding a familiar aura.

Mengli frowned, instinctively stepping in front of Su Ting and whispering, "Something's not right... This door shouldn't be opened from the inside."