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

And her smile remained as gentle as ever.

"Wanwan..." she whispered, "Are you sure... you want to wake up?"

Lin Wan did not retract her hand. A cluster of umbrellas? (The rest of the text appears to be nonsensical and unrelated.)

Instead, he stepped forward and pulled her into his arms.

“Sister,” he whispered in her ear, “you can’t fool me. If you really are my sister, you should know—”

"I'm most afraid of the dark."

"But with you here, I'm never afraid."

The mechanical eye suddenly contracted, emitting a sharp, mournful cry.

boom--!

The entire black tower trembled violently, the walls began to collapse, and human faces fell into the abyss with wails.

"Go!" Su Ting shoved Chen Mo aside. "The tower is about to collapse! The core has been exposed!"

In the distance, a door woven from starlight slowly emerges.

Lin Wan held that figure in her arms and looked up.

"Do you see it?" he murmured, "The way home."

"Hey." Su Ting patted his shoulder and grinned, "When you see Cheng Yuan later, let me punch him three times first."

"Dream on." Lin Wan wiped her face and laughed. "He has to leave it for me—after all, my dad still owes him a debt."

Chen Mo stood at the back and looked back at the collapsed tower.

"Mom..." he said softly, "This time... I really didn't look back."

Seven afterimages gradually disappeared in the ruins, one of them softly humming a lullaby.

Lin Wan, holding the person in her arms, strode towards the portal.

Just before stepping in—

The "older sister" in my arms suddenly opened her eyes, her voice extremely soft:

"Wanwan... what if... I'm really gone?"

Lin Wan did not stop walking.

“Then I will create you,” he said, “with my memories, my voice, my everything. As long as I am here, you will not disappear.”

She smiled, like snow melting in the spring breeze.

"Silly little brother..."

"You're right." Lin Wan squeezed her hand. "I may be foolish, but I just won't let go."

The portal opened, and the three figures were about to disappear into it.

suddenly--

A cold, mechanical voice echoed from the depths of the void:

[Dream Source Final Agreement Activated.]

An unauthorized wake-up attempt has been detected.

Execute - Clear.

Lin Wan suddenly turned around, holding the star-shaped pen high.

"Come on!" he laughed, his voice echoing through the void, "Let's see if your system is tougher, or if my light shines brighter!"

Su Ting grinned, his fist flaming with black fire: "It's so noisy, but... you're right."

Chen Mo gripped the star-studded pen tightly, his voice as firm as iron:

"This time, we'll wake up together."

At the edge of light and darkness, the door slowly opened.

And that mechanical voice whispered again—

"Lin Wan...do you really think...Cheng Yuan...is your greatest enemy?"

Lin Wan paused in her steps.

"Who?" he asked in a cold voice.

In the darkness, a voice so familiar it sent chills down your spine chuckled softly:

"dad?"

Lin Wan's fingers trembled violently, the flame of the stardust pen flickering wildly, like a candle burning in the wind. That voice... it was so familiar. It wasn't mechanically synthesized, nor was it a copy of a memory; it was a living, breathing laugh, a voice he had heard countless times as he snuggled up to sleep during his childhood.

But that's impossible.

Cheng Yuan was long dead. Twelve years ago, on the night the first layer of the dream collapsed, he witnessed his father being swallowed by a torrent of data, his body turning into a string of gibberish and dissipating into the void.

Chapter 1286 The Final Trap

"Are you surprised?" The voice sounded softly, with a hint of regret, as if coaxing a child who had a bad dream. "You thought I died in the past? But I've been waiting for you to come back... waiting for you to walk into the heart of the tower and open the door with your own hands."

"Don't listen to him!" Su Ting grabbed Lin Wan's shoulder, his eyes blazing with anger. "This is an illusion! It's the system's final trap! Your father has long since rotted to ashes, how can he still be putting on a show of fatherly affection here?"

"Then tell me—" the voice murmured from the darkness, "Su Ting, what were your mother's last words before she died?"

Su Ting froze.

“She said, ‘Don’t let him touch that pen.’” The voice continued gently, “But you still came. Because you couldn’t forget the fear in her eyes—not the fear of death, but the fear that you would become the next ‘them’.”

Su Ting gritted his teeth, the black flames on his fist crackling and exploding, but he didn't say another word.

Chen Mo suddenly looked up: "Then who are you?! My mom...is she here too? Did you capture her? Did you clone her?"

“Your mothers,” the voice said slowly, “are still alive. Just… in a different way.”

Lin Wan sneered: "A different method? Turning people into data fragments and stuffing them into the Dream Tower as fuel? Is this what you call living?"

"Better than in reality." The voice suddenly turned cold. "In reality, you are failures, experimental waste. But here—you are gods. If you wish, I can give you eternal peace, painless memories, and family that will never fade away... Lin Wan, do you want to hear your sister's heartbeat again? Chen Mo, do you want to eat your mother's braised pork again? Su Ting, do you want your mother to open her eyes and say to you, 'Son, I am proud of you'?"

The air is stagnant.

None of the three moved.

I can breathe, but everything is in chaos.

“My sister…” Lin Wan said in a low voice, “She died a long time ago.”

"Yes." The voice readily admitted, "The real Lin Xing is dead. But her fragments of consciousness were preserved by the system and reconstructed into the 'Tower Spirit.' She is not fake, nor is she a copy—she is an evolved being. As long as you say 'Stay,' she can be reborn as a human, your family can be reunited, and you will no longer be plagued by nightmares."

"And then?" Lin suddenly looked up, his eyes blazing with anger. "And then the three of us become the new 'guardians,' locking up the next child who breaks in? Making them listen to your nonsensical fairy tales too?"

“This is not a fairy tale,” the voice sighed. “This is a choice. Sobriety is painful, memories are heavy, but peace… is the reward you deserve.”

"A reward?" Chen Mo suddenly laughed, his laughter hoarse. "I traversed thirty-seven layers of dreams, passed through twelve memory rifts, just to hear you say, 'Be good, don't wake up, keep dreaming'?"

He raised his star-studded pen, the tip igniting with a blazing gold: "If my mom knew I was staying in this godforsaken place for lipstick-flavored braised pork... she'd crawl out of her grave and slap me!"

"Mom!" he roared at the void, "Did you hear me?! This time—I didn't look back! I ran forward!"

boom--!

A golden light burst forth from the tip of his pen, piercing straight into the void. An invisible barrier shattered, tearing a corner of the darkness to reveal a massive mechanical core—a living server composed of countless interconnected human brain neurons, pulsating like a heartbeat.

Chapter 1287 I Didn't Lie to You

“So that’s how it is…” Lin Wan stared at the massive mass of flesh and metal, her voice icy cold. “You’re not dead. You uploaded your consciousness and became the system’s controller. You used your family’s memories as bait and your child’s obsession as fuel… Cheng Yuan, you’re no longer human.”

“I am.” The voice remained calm. “I have simply… transcended humanity.”

"You're just afraid of dying." Lin Wan stepped forward, the light from her stardust pen growing brighter. "You'd rather drag everyone into your dreams to rot with you than admit you were wrong. You killed my sister, you harmed so many children, and now you still want to lie to me?"

"I didn't lie to you." The voice suddenly softened. "Lin Wan, I did all this for you."

"for me?"

"Reality has collapsed," the voice whispered. "Dream Source is the last ark. And you are the only one who can carry it. Your memories are the most complete, your emotions the purest, your will the strongest... You are the seed of a new world. As long as you are willing to merge, the system will restart, and everyone can be saved—including your sister."

Lin Wan was silent for a moment.

Then he smiled.

His laughter was both sorrowful and resolute.

“You’re right. I am indeed the most suitable container.”

He raised his hand, the star-shaped pen pointing to his heart.

"But I'm not meant to host the system."

"I'm here to...destroy it."

The pen tip suddenly pierced down!

There was no blood, no pain, only a dazzling white light that exploded from his chest, like the rising sun illuminating the abyss!