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

“This isn’t reality…” Lin Wan murmured, “We haven’t woken up at all.”

“No.” Chen Mo shook his head, his voice eerily calm. “We woke up once. But now—we’ve been ‘reclaimed.’ The system rewrote the exit procedure, sending us back to ‘fake reality,’ a more perfect dream. No collapse, no pain, only peace… until we’re needed again.”

"Need? What do you need us for?" Su Ting sneered.

“Fuel.” Lin Wan suddenly understood. “Last time we destroyed the core, but the underlying architecture of the system is still there. It needs a new energy source… and the most efficient fuel is the consciousness of the conscious ones themselves. The more conscious we are, the more pain we feel, the more we struggle—the stronger the energy we generate.”

"So it makes us 'wake up,' makes us think we've succeeded, and gives us the illusion of hope, emotion, and homecoming..." Chen Mo closed his eyes, "and then, in the moment when we are most relaxed, it recaptures us."

"Damn it!" Su Ting slammed his fist into the wall, but the wall was no longer solid; his fist sank into it as if it were stuck in sticky mud. "So what do we do? Die again? Burn again? I don't have that many lives to play with!"

“Maybe… I don’t have to die.” Lin Wan looked down at the lines on her wrist and suddenly smiled. “Cheng Yuan thought he understood the Dream Tower, but he was wrong. He only saw the ‘door’, but not ‘what was behind the door’. My sister… before she disappeared, she gave me a memory.”

"What memory?"

She said there were two star-shaped pens.

Both of them were startled at the same time.

"Impossible!" Chen Mo exclaimed, his eyes wide. "There's only one in the system records! The Genesis Pen is with Cheng Yuan, and the Star Sand Pen is with you..."

“No.” Lin Wan raised her hand, and the wind chime appeared in her palm. “A wind chime is never just a souvenir. It’s the ‘shell’ of a key. My sister hid her pen in her childhood memories—encapsulated with the purest emotions, something even the system can’t decipher.”

"Your sister...she was prepared all along?"

Chapter 1290 It Refuses to Be Touched

“She’s not the tower spirit,” Lin Wan said softly. “She’s the ‘Dream Guardian.’ The true Dream Guardian isn’t one who maintains the system, but one who protects the ‘possibility of awakening.’ She’s been waiting for me, not for a reunion, but to… pass on the torch.”

He gently placed the wind chime in the center of the hospital bed.

jingle--

A soft sound rang out, but the wind chimes did not sway.

But then, a second pen appeared in the air: it was entirely silver-white, with a pulsating point of light embedded in its tip, like a miniature heart.

"This is... the Pen of Memory?" Chen Mo reached out, his fingertips passing through the illusory image, feeling a sharp pain. "It refuses to be touched! It's rejecting me!"

“Because it only recognizes one type of person.” Lin Wan looked at the illusory figure. “It possesses indestructible memories, and even if the world says it’s fake, it firmly believes it’s real.”

"Then give it a try!" Su Ting said urgently.

Lin Wan took a deep breath and reached out to touch the illusory figure.

There was no resistance.

The silver pen slowly solidified, and the moment it landed in his palm, the entire ward shook violently!

The wall cracked open, and the blood-red words twisted wildly, forming a huge vortex, as if reality was being torn apart.

Outside the window, the city's "illusion" began to peel away, revealing the endless darkness beneath—a giant, upside-down tower composed of countless eyes, slowly opening.

"It discovered it," Chen Mo gritted his teeth. "It knows we got the second pen!"

"Then let it see clearly!" Lin Wan raised the silver pen, the tip pointing at her temple. "I'm not here to escape—I'm here to rewrite!"

"Are you crazy?!" Su Ting roared, "Using the Pen of Memory to alter reality? Aren't you afraid of turning yourself into a jumbled mess?!"

"If memories are false, then living is true death." Lin Wan sneered. "If the world says my sister doesn't exist, then I'll use my own memories to redefine 'existence'!"

The silver pen slowly pierced his temple.

There was no blood, no pain, only a stream of silver light flowing from his eyes, like a cascading galaxy pouring into the wind chimes.

The wind chimes trembled violently, emitting a long, piercing sound that seemed to split the clouds and shatter rocks!

boom--! !

The entire illusion of reality collapsed with a roar.

The city, the hospital ward, the sky, the earth—all turned into fragments, swept into the wind chimes by the silver light.

At the end of that light, a brand new door slowly emerged—not woven from starlight, but pieced together from millions of fragmented memories, each fragment reflecting Lin Xing's smiling face.

"Wanwan." Her gentle voice came from inside the door, "You've finally... found me."

Lin Wan staggered forward, her fingers trembling as she touched the door.

"Sister...I'm here to take you home."

"It's too late." Su Ting suddenly rushed up and grabbed him. "Look at that tower! It's reorganizing! The system is absorbing the power of the Silver Pen! It's going to drag you in and turn you into the new core!"

Chen Mo's face turned deathly pale: "Lin Wan, put down your pen! You can still escape now! Any later and—"

"Escape?" Lin Wan turned around, her eyes gleaming with silver light, but a strange smile played on her lips. "Don't you understand? I'm not trying to save her..."

He suddenly plunged the silver pen into the center of the wind chime.

"—I want her to...become a god."

The wind chimes burst forth with a blinding silver light, shooting straight towards the inverted giant tower.

The tower trembled violently, and countless eyes emitted shrill screams, beginning to explode one by one!

"No—!" That familiar voice rang out again, it was Cheng Yuan's, "Lin Wan! You will destroy all levels! Reality will collapse!"

Chapter 1291 A False Reality

"Then it will collapse." Lin Wan looked up, her voice like a judgment, "A false reality is not as good as a real destruction."

Silver light clashed fiercely with darkness, causing the world to lose its color.

Just as the light was about to engulf everything—

A small figure emerged from the wind chimes.

Lin Xing stood at the boundary between light and darkness, her white clothes fluttering, her long hair as white as snow.

She raised her hand and gently shook it.

The whole world fell silent.

She looked at Lin Wan and smiled.

"Little brother, what if... I was the one who was always dreaming?"

Lin Wan's pupils suddenly contracted.

"If... there was never any 'reality'. Only I am unwilling to wake up."

She waved gently.

The wind chime fell to the ground and shattered into countless points of light.

Lin Wan looked down at her hands, which were gradually becoming transparent.

So... who is saving whom?

Lin Xing looked at him tenderly and said softly:

"Now, it's your turn to dream—"

"Wanwan, close your eyes."

The moment the wind chime shattered, Lin Wan felt her heart skip a beat.

It wasn't fear, nor pain, but a kind of almost fatalistic calm. He looked down at his palm, his skin turning into dust inch by inch, drifting away in the wind, as if he had never truly existed.

"Sister..." he murmured, "You...had planned this all along?"

Lin Xing stood in the gap between light and darkness, her white robes fluttering without wind, her gentle eyes like a dream she didn't want to wake from. She nodded softly, raised her hand, and the inverted giant tower let out a muffled groan, its countless open eyes instantly closing as if falling into a deep sleep.

“I can’t wake up,” she whispered. “Once I wake up, you will disappear. You are the most real part of my dream, Wanwan…you are my anchor.”

"Bullshit!" Su Ting roared, black flames surging wildly across his arms, yet he couldn't stop his body from becoming transparent as well. "Are you Lin Wan's sister? Or the source of the entire system?! Don't fucking try to fool us with your sentimentality!"

Chen Mo knelt down, the golden patterns on his wrist fading, but his eyes grew clearer: "I understand... Lin Xing is neither an experimental subject nor a dream guardian. She is the 'Primordial Consciousness,' the starting point for the birth of the Dream Tower. All levels and all rules grew from her dreams."

"So... Cheng Yuan wants to control the Dream Tower?" Lin Wan laughed, her voice hoarse. "But he has no idea that the tower itself... is a person's dream."

Lin Xing walked slowly over, each step sending ripples of memory through the air. She reached out and touched Lin Wan's face, her fingertips slightly cool.

"You said you'd take me home." Tears welled in her eyes. "But my home is you. As long as you remember me, I exist. If you don't remember me, I... will completely vanish."

"Then why did you push me away?" Lin Wan gritted her teeth. "Back in the tower, you could have left with me! Why did you make me come back?!"

“Because I want you to live.” Lin Xing’s voice was as soft as the wind. “Even if that ‘life’ is fake. Even if you hate me, it’s better than… you dying for me.”

Su Ting sneered and kicked the ground: "So what now? We've been dragged into your private dream, and Lin Wan is going to become a sacrifice in your dream? You're turning him into another Cheng Yuan?!"

“No.” Lin Xing shook her head, turning her gaze to him. “You can all leave.”

"What?" Chen Mo was shocked.

"Beyond this door lies the pure source of dreams. I will close all pathways, severing all ties with reality. The tower will vanish, and the false reality will crumble. But you... can exit simply by letting go of your obsessions."

Chapter 1292 I Will Disappear Completely

"Obsessions?" Su Ting sneered. "I just want to live, I don't have that many obsessions!"

“Your obsession is ‘anger.’” Lin Xing looked at him. “You hate the injustice of the world, you hate your own powerlessness, you hate that your friends are dying one by one. You use black fire to burn others, but you are actually burning yourself. As long as you still believe that ‘only destruction can make you visible,’ you will never get out.”