Conquer the other worlds with abandon, they've fallen in love with me!

After feeding the three women the congee, they ate and drank their fill and fell asleep exhausted.

Lin Yu lay there for a while, then slid his fingers down Luna's hair and gently moved her arm away from his chest.

Luna mumbled something indistinctly, turned over, and buried her face in the pillow.

Claire's hand slid down his waist and rested on the blanket.

Durandal's eyelashes trembled, but she did not open her eyes.

Lin Yu stood up from the edge of the bed, put on his clothes, fastened his belt, tapped each of the three people on the forehead, and then pushed open the door and went out.

The corridor was quiet, and the morning light shone in from the windows high up, spreading warm patches of light on the floor.

Immediately afterwards, Lin Yu teleported away.

He remembered something.

Tomorrow is the Lantern Festival in Wind Chime Town, and performance troupes from all over should have arrived by now, including the Demi-human performance troupe.

Lin Yu remembered the design of the three monster girls in the game very clearly.

Snake girl Mia, bird girl Papi, centaur girl Treya.

Three wandering performers of different races, on the verge of disbanding due to low popularity, are relatively easy to recruit as supporting characters in the game, and their backgrounds are all somewhat tragic.

Lin Yu landed outside an empty tent on the edge of Wind Chime Town.

The tent was small, and the gray-white canvas had been worn by wind and rain. The edges were tied to wooden stakes with thick ropes, and the curtain was half open, revealing several wooden boxes and folded theatrical costumes piled inside.

Next to it was a smaller wooden platform, the surface of which was newly nailed and the edges were polished smooth, showing that care had been taken to make it.

A sound came from inside the tent.

"If we don't have any audience members today, we'll have to work to make up for our food expenses this month again," a lazy voice said.

With a slightly hoarse tone at the end, like someone who uses their voice a lot, yet is trying to make their tone lighter.

"Don't make it sound so bad, at least we still have ten silver coins," another voice chimed in, its tone crisper.

"What can I buy then? A radish?"

"Why did you think of radishes first? What are you going to do with them?"

"...Why do I feel like you're implying something... Okay, let's not talk about this anymore, let's rehearse first."

The curtain was parted a crack, and a head peeked out. Golden eyes flashed briefly in the morning light before disappearing back into the room.

The sounds inside the tent subsided, turning into the rustling of fabric, like someone changing clothes.

Lin Yu did not go into the tent, but sat down on the open ground directly in front of the wooden platform.

There was a row of low stools there, as if they were prepared for the audience, but the stools were still covered with a thin layer of morning dew, clearly indicating that Lin Yu was the first audience member today.

However, Lin Yu did not rush to expose himself, but instead used invisibility magic to conceal his figure.

I'm preparing to reappear at a suitable time.

About ten minutes later, the tent flap was lifted from the inside.

Three figures walked out one after another.

Mia was walking at the very front.

Her upper body was not much different from that of a human girl; her long red hair was tied in a high ponytail, with the ends hanging down to her waist, contrasting with her fair neck.

Her features had a languid elegance, with slightly upturned eyes and pale lips that hinted at long-term malnutrition.

She was wearing a dark, tight-fitting top with a thin rope tied at the neckline, the knot loosely draped over her collarbone.

The hem was tucked into a fitted dark gray pencil skirt.

Next comes the snake's tail, with dark red scales spreading out from the edge of the skirt, extending along the curve of the ground, and the tip of the tail tapering into a slender cone that trails behind and sways gently.

The scales had a matte sheen in the morning light, with occasional tiny specks of light flashing across their surface.

Her tail was more than three times longer than her body, meandering along the ground, following the outline of the wooden platform, moving slowly at a leisurely pace.

Papiyas was in second place.

She was several heads shorter than Mia, standing at only 1.4 meters tall, barely reaching Lin Yu's abs, but her proportions were very well-balanced.

Narrow shoulders, a slim waist, and a neatly sculpted hip curve.

The short, blue hair was a bit messy, with a few strands sticking up on top of the head, like someone who had just woken up.

What's most striking are her wings on her back. They aren't very big, with a wingspan of about an arm's length when spread out. They are covered in blue feathers, with some worn edges, as if they've weathered many storms.

She was wearing a light beige short skirt, the hem of which just went past her knees, revealing a section of her slender calves, and on her feet were a pair of lace-up leather boots.

Her chest was flat, and the fabric of her shirt looked large on her, with the collar loosely open, revealing her collarbone and a small patch of skin on her shoulder.

Her skin was fair, with a translucent quality as if she hadn't been exposed to enough sun.

Teresa was the last to come out.

She was almost a head taller than Mia, with an upright posture, broad shoulders, and strong but not rough lines in her arms, the result of long-term training.

Her hair was golden, tied into a thick braid at the back of her head, with the end hanging down to her waist, the strands of hair gleaming with a dark sheen in the morning light.

He has regular facial features, slightly high brow bones, and a steady gaze.

As a centaur, Theresa's body from the waist down was that of a chestnut mare, with long hooves and smooth muscle lines. Her hooves tapped lightly twice on the wooden platform.

She was wearing a well-tailored white shirt, the hem of which was tucked into a leather belt at her waist.

The shirt fabric was stretched taut, the curves of the breasts were full, and several fine folds were piled up below the collar.

A long sword hung at his waist, its scabbard a dark brown color with polished edges, indicating it was regularly maintained.

She stood upright, her back straight, her chin slightly raised, like a soldier waiting for inspection.

The three of them, dressed in their most presentable costumes, stood on the empty wooden stage, facing a completely deserted audience.

A morning breeze blew from behind them, causing the feathers on Papi's wings to flutter slightly and brushing the tip of Mia's tail to one side.

After a few seconds of silence, Mia moved first.

She turned to face the two people behind her, a slight smile playing on her lips, a smile that carried a sense of resignation born of familiarity with this situation.

"Let's get started then. Anyway, no one will come to watch, so at least we can perform for ourselves."

Papi nodded, brushed the dust off his wings, and walked to the left side of the wooden platform.

Theresa didn't speak, but simply placed her hand on the hilt of her sword and stood in the center of the wooden platform.

Papi took a small flute from his pocket, held it to his lips, and played a clear melody.

The tune wasn't high, but it was very clean, sounding like a bird singing alone in an open space.

Mia began to sway her body to the melody, her tail drawing soft arcs on the ground, spreading out like ripples from its tip.

Her arm slowly rose, slid down from above her head, and brushed along the hem of her skirt, the movement possessing a suppleness and fluidity unique to snakes.

Theresa stood about two steps behind her, and as she turned around, she stepped to the side, her hand sliding down from the hilt of the sword and then rising again.

Their steps were steady and their rhythm precise, as if they were coordinating a conversation that needed no words.

They performed three independent short pieces.

The first segment is Mia's solo dance, without a fixed storyline, about wandering, searching, and imagining a home that can never be reached.

The second section features Papi's flute playing combined with Treya's swordsmanship; the flute music is light and quick, while the sword blade traces intermittent silver arcs in the morning light.

The third segment is a joint performance by the three people. Mia's tail wraps around the pillar in the center of the wooden platform, pulling her into the air, and she is suspended above the pillar.

Papi looked up, the flute music changed from clear to deep, and its wings spread slightly behind it, but it did not take flight.

Treya stood below the stage, her longsword held horizontally in front of her, her gaze fixed on Mia.

As the music ended, Mia slid down the pillar, her tail tip touching the ground, and her body landed lightly back on the wooden platform.

Papi put down the flute and exhaled.

Treya sheathed her sword with clean, swift movements.

The area around the wooden platform was still quiet, and the morning breeze blew across the edge of the open space, swirling up a few fallen leaves.

Just then, a crisp applause came from the direction of the audience.

Pop, pop, pop.

The pace was neither too fast nor too slow, but rather carried a serious and earnest quality.

All three people turned their heads at the same time.