RWBY: Moon Reflection - Chapter 31: Shifting Perspectives

Video games are one of the important ways to entertain people in the new era.

However, Take Yuxing from Japan, who traveled to a parallel world, found that the game industry in this world was extremely sluggish, and it seemed that it had never arisen.

So Zhu Yuxing decided to bring the ninth art to the world.

“Mom, Super Mario 3 is out! This is my most wanted Christmas present!”

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“My Zelda is addicted to picking branches and has no intention to save the princess”

“It was Link who saved the princess!”

“Huh? Is it? Well Zelda”

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“I am willing to sacrifice my soul just to protect the fire girl!”

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“More than racing, Forza is YYDS!”

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“Tifa is my eternal goddess!”

Games never sleep, this is a story that will only focus on developing the game entertainment industry.

(This story is a parallel universe and does not insinuate any related characters. Any similarity is purely coincidental)

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Jian rue gazed back at the ugly gray alien while stumbling and running. he clumsily tossed a stone at it “Fuck just leave me alone!!!”Suddenly a warm pair of hand grabbed his waist and tossed him over a study shoulder.“Xing yu!! let me down! you fucker!!!”The said man chuckled and playfully smacked his butt. “Honey, I'm saving your life~”“I had it under control. Now, let me go!” Jian rue bit his shoulders hard until the sweet taste of blood filled his mouth.“Hiss.. baby, you're making me hard~”Jian rue froze. “W-why are you following me! why me..”Xing yu stopped running, and with a swing of his sword, the ugly tentacle alien was slayed. He gentnly pulled him down and hugged him close. Peering into his eyes, he smirked, “Because you are my betrothed,”

#Rated 18-Mature ThemesViolet’s life was never her own—her father’s crushing debt made sure of that. But when the debt collector kidnaps her as payment, she takes a desperate deal: become a servant and spy on the mysterious and tyrannical Lord Cain, the ruler of her Werewolf district.There’s just one catch: Lord Cain only permits male servants in his house.Disguised as a boy, Violet cuts her hair, flattens her chest, and dons a voice-altering band to pull off the deception. Everything goes according to plan—until Cain, a man known for his cold personality starts to take a peculiar interest in her.Violet’s disguise becomes a prison as she battles her own growing attraction to him. But this is no love story. Cain’s obsession to her is dangerous. Beneath his icy gaze lies a mind fractured by years of affliction by a curse.A curse made by Violet's biological mother: A powerful witch.*************“TAKE IT OFF!”Violet’s knees nearly buckled at the thunderous command, her chest tightening with panic. The raw anger in Cain’s voice was as sharp as a blade.“My lord! I-I’m a man!” she stammered, gripping her shirt tightly, her fingers trembling as they clung to the fabric.“I don't like other men!” she cried, a desperate plea in her voice since the second she took her shirt off and he discovered that she was a woman was the moment she died. Painfully.Cain’s glare was unyielding, his voice dropping into a growl. “Don’t insult me, You think I do. You kissed me!”Her breath hitched as he stepped closer, his presence suffocating. “If you don’t take it off,” he said, his tone low and dangerous, “I’ll rip it off myself.”Violet’s mind raced, panic threatening to overwhelm her. She couldn’t let him find out—he’d kill her. Painfully.Glancing away to avoid his gaze when she caught the undeniable bulge in his trousers. Heat flushed her face, her thoughts spinning in desperation at the only idea she could think of to make him back off.'This has to work. It has to!'

In the Kunlun Snow Palace, a sage once said, those who pass away wander, while the living cannot let go.Once the soul departs, it will wither like the autumn grass.Those who are reborn from the dead, existing apart from the mortal realm, shall be shunned by all celestial sects and smitten as undead demons.On this day, a youth awakens from within a coffin, his blood dry and his bones chilled, to find himself a century old upon opening his eyes.A single tear from a sage awaited, a constant companion, may unravel the dreams of the past.Seeking not immortality but a mundane death, not to lament with the ages over lost love and resentment, but only wishing to grow old with tenderness in this lifetime, beneath the white clouds that hold no envy for the heavenly realms.