NTR: Choice Based System

"Hahaha!"

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"Hahahaaaa!"

"Hahahahahaaaaaaa!"

Ye Yang erupted in laughter, his booming voice filling the whole surrounding. Everyone present was stunned by the sheer force of his mirth.

Ye Yang started laughing. It wasn't a small chuckle or a polite giggle. He let out a loud, full-bodied "HAHAHAHA!" that echoed through the room.

Everyone was startled. They looked at him with wide eyes, wondering what was so funny. But then, as suddenly as it began, his laughter stopped. A stern look replaced the smile on his face, and he stared at the people around him.

"I wish all of this were real," he uttered, his voice heavy with longing.

"Not the attacks of demonic cultivators, or any of these threats," he said, his voice low and intense.Nôv(el)B\\jnn

"But the regard in your eyes for me... I wish it were all true. I wish I could become a hero in your eyes, not just a disappointment." He scanned the faces of the others, his gaze finally settling on his father.

His father's last words made him realize it was all an illusion, a trick of the mind created by the puzzle formation. The revered status among his clan members, the proud look in his father's eyes – all of it, a mere illusion.

In real life, he was weak and a disappointment in his father's eyes. He desperately wanted to change that, but he didn't know how. He was forced to rely on the strange system, which presented him with a series of perplexing choices.

As if the illusion itself were a malevolent entity determined to not lose against Ye Yang, it amplified the emotions of those around him. Clan Head Ye Wanshu emerged from the crowd, bearing minor injuries.

"You are not Ye Yang," he declared, his voice trembling with suspicion. 'You are a demonic cultivator Impersonating as a member of our clan.

His words were clear, and a chilling wave of suspicion swept through the clan. "Kill him! He's a demon in disguise!" the crowd roared; their voices filled with a terrifying fervour.

Just moments ago, they had been showering him with praise, thanking him for saving their lives. Now, they were transformed, their faces contorted with a bloodlust that wanted to see the end of Ye Yang.

Ye Yang wasn't entirely surprised by the sudden turn of events, having anticipated some form of betrayal. However, to his astonishment, two individuals remained silent amidst the clamour, their gazes fixed upon him with a mixture of concern and disbelief.

It was his mother, Yu Mei, and his father, Ye Xuan. This discovery left Ye Yang utterly confused. 'What is it trying to do?' he murmured, his gaze fixed on his mother's face etched with concern.

His mother, Yu Mei, moved towards him. Ye Yang remained motionless, his mind racing as he tried to decipher the illusion's intentions. Suddenly, she enveloped him in a warm embrace, whispering something into his ear.

"I'm sorry, son, but this is necessary," she whispered, her voice trembling.

A bloodcurdling shriek tore from Ye Yang's throat. The short sword in her hand plunged deeper into his gut.

Blood gurgled from his mouth as agonizing pain erupted within him. He struggled violently, breaking free from her embrace, but it was too late. The sword was already buried deep within him.

Tears streamed down her face, but Ye Yang had no time for pity. He felt a searing pain erupt in his back, a second blade piercing through his chest.

He whirled around to see his father's sword protruding from his body, a look of grim determination etched on his face.

His father spoke in a stern tone, "We can't let you die at their hands. We brought you into this world, and we will be the ones to send you back."

Seeing his parents, both intent on ending his life, Ye Yang barely had time to process the agonizing pain and the rapid blood loss that was weakening him.

He knew he was on the verge of fainting, perhaps even dying, but Was this all real? NO, it's just a merely another cruel twist of the illusion. he tried to calm his racing mind, but even maintaining consciousness proved a Herculean effort.

He crumpled to his knees with a sickening thud, his hands instinctively clutching at the short sword embedded in his abdomen.

He expelled the sword with a grunt, the steel clattering uselessly to the ground. Blood erupted from the gaping wound, threatening to consume him, but his will to survive ignited a fierce defiance. He would not succumb.

As he struggled, the clan members rained down curses upon him. "Go die, demon!" they spat.

"You deserve this!"

"This is your rightful place in the dust!"

"Your parents must be ashamed to have birthed such a disgrace."

But Ye Yang was indifferent to all of this, knowing that it was merely an illusion created by Puzzle formation.

Ye Yang, despite the searing pain, clung to consciousness. He knew this was an illusion, a cruel test. He had to break free.

He focused his mind, channelling his remaining energy into the illusion itself. With a surge of will, he shattered the illusion.

The world dissolved into a kaleidoscope of colours, the screams and curses fading into nothingness. He found himself alone, lying on cold, hard ground. The pain was still there, but less intense. He looked up at the sky, a single star twinkling above him. He had survived.

He knew this was just the beginning. The puzzle formation had shown him his deepest fears, his greatest weaknesses. He would not let this experience break him. He would emerge stronger, wiser, and ready for whatever challenges lay ahead.

He knew the end of the second level meant now he had to face the third level, 'Survival.' The illusion had shattered, but the pain remained, a constant reminder of the trials that lay ahead.

He would need immense courage to overcome the remaining levels of the puzzle formation, but Ye Yang was determined. He had faced his fears, and he would emerge victorious.