Mature Fantasy Power Invasion

Chapter 6

When did Ye Shiyu get this app?

She remembered—it was the second morning after moving to Linmen. When she woke from a deep sleep and checked the time on her phone, the purple app had suddenly and inexplicably appeared on her home screen.

'Did something go wrong with my phone? Or did it get a virus?' she wondered.

That seemed likely. When she long-pressed the app, she discovered there wasn’t even a delete option.

Driven by curiosity, she opened the app to see what was inside. But the moment she did, countless illusory messages surged into her mind. Lines of fantastical text appeared before her eyes.

[Welcome to the Modifier App, Ye Shiyu (Host)]

[APP Current Level: 1 — The level will increase with frequency and number of uses. As the level rises, the app’s effects, duration, and other attributes will strengthen.]

[APP Effect: Individual Hypnosis — Causes a single target to fall into a brief hypnotic state. While under hypnosis, the target will fully obey your commands. Once the effect ends, the target will forget everything that happened during that time.]

[Usage Method: Twice a week. Each session lasts 15 minutes. Simply envision the desire to use the app in your mind, then show the phone screen to the person you wish to hypnotize.]

[Notes]

[1. Do not reveal the existence of the app.]

[2. The app will appear on the phone you use most frequently. Make sure the phone is charged during use.]

[3. Any delayed commands given during hypnosis will not persist after the 15-minute limit.]

[4. Although the app will automatically correct unreasonable memories in the hypnotized person, making them unaware of anything unusual, the host should still be cautious of third parties. Avoid any mistakes that could expose the app.]

Ye Shiyu’s pupils slowly widened. Her face filled with disbelief as she stared at the final line of the illusory text, written in pink cursive—

[Please use it without hesitation!]

'Could this just be some kind of dumb joke?'

The phone definitely had a virus. Back when she lived in the country, she had heard that Linmen had a high rate of cybercrime.

But now—because of Yan Huan’s arrival—she had nervously used the app for the first time, disguising the process as simply “exchanging contact info.”

'If it doesn’t work and he looks confused, I’ll just say—'

“Sorry, wrong tap.”

'Then just open Plane again.'

(*) Plane: Likely refers to a local messaging app or social platform, similar to WeChat or LINE.

But now, looking at the handsome boy standing motionless with unfocused eyes, Ye Shiyu’s heartbeat began to speed up.

*Thump. Thump.*

Her heartbeat pounded like a war drum—wild and frantic—echoing her disbelief.

“It actually... worked!”

Yan Huan looked at Ye Shiyu, her wide eyes betraying that she, like Bai Yi, was probably using the Modifier for the first time.

Because of the resistance effect, he had felt a bit uncomfortable when he first saw the app interface, but now he was mostly back to normal.

Still, his whole body tingled with numbness—like the unpleasant sensation after hitting a nerve.

Yan Huan was speechless. He had actually believed, because of Aunt Ye, that Ye Shiyu might not have a modifier. Yet here she was, using it on the very first night he became Ah Wei.

And of course, just like the others, these modifiers were all tied to indecent, R-rated content.

'Fine. So this is how you want to play?'

'You started it!'

Activating Perfect Expression Control, he flawlessly portrayed the dazed state of hypnosis, his body remaining still.

Ye Shiyu took a deep breath and cautiously glanced down the dim corridor.

After confirming no one had noticed them, she gently pressed her hand against Yan Huan’s chest, trying to push him into the nearby room.

But touching him was like pressing against a furnace—she couldn’t move him at all. The heat made her recoil as if scalded.

'Are boys always this warm?'

Having grown used to interacting with cold Dolls, she suddenly realized how wide the gap was between humans and Dolls.

'What do I do? If I can’t move him...'

'Wait! Right now, he listens to me!'

Ye Shiyu suddenly remembered and softly tested a command.

“Go into the room.”

"..."

Yan Huan immediately felt a faint impulse in his numb body, as if something nudged him to obey.

Maintaining his vacant expression, he walked into the room by himself, then turned to look back at Ye Shiyu.

She glanced once more toward the stairwell, then stepped inside and quietly closed the door behind her.

*Click.*

Still feeling uneasy, she gently twisted the lock to secure the door.

*Hoo...*

In the sealed space, the girl’s floral scent lingered in the air. Yan Huan subconsciously followed the fragrance to its source—her long, black hair.

As Ye Shiyu finally exhaled and turned around, Yan Huan quickly resumed his dazed stare.

In this seemingly private moment, her expression was no longer blank like earlier in the day. Instead, it was full of raw emotion.

Her brows furrowed, and her pale skin flushed from her racing heartbeat. Her calm eyes now scanned him up and down.

Like a figure stepping out of a painting into the real world—vivid and alive.

“So, what should I do with you?”

She touched her chin, pacing back and forth in front of Yan Huan. It seemed she hadn’t thought through what to do after hypnotizing him. She muttered to herself the entire time—

“Hypnotize him tomorrow to tell Mom to cut ties? No, that won’t work. Even if the app can fix his memory, Mom would still keep calling. If anything goes wrong, she’ll notice something’s off…”

Yan Huan silently watched her like a Doll, quietly committing her words to memory.

“Or hypnotize him to mess up at home? Make Mom hate him... Yes, that could work. Besides, this guy definitely...”

Ye Shiyu lifted her head. She seemed to have made up her mind. She turned suddenly and looked at Yan Huan.

Carrying her sweet scent, she leaned closer to him and softly asked:

“Why did you come here?”

“To have dinner at Aunt Ye’s house.”

Hearing his emotionless answer, Ye Shiyu didn’t seem satisfied. She hesitated, then rephrased her question.

“Then, what were you thinking when you came here?”

But the question was still too vague. If Yan Huan were truly hypnotized, he probably wouldn’t even understand how to answer it.

She clearly wasn’t used to dealing with people. That much was obvious from her few awkward words.

Yan Huan’s glassy eyes trembled slightly as he replied:

“I’m a little scared.”

“Scared? What do you mean?”

Ye Shiyu was stunned, unsure what he meant. Then, she heard him continue—

“I’m afraid of interacting with people connected to my parents. In the past, they took away our home and everything from my mom and dad—right in front of me. It was like I didn’t even exist. And they were all relatives and friends of my parents. Why… I don’t know why they did that. I’m scared the same thing will happen again. I only just got out of the orphanage…”

Ye Shiyu’s fingers slowly clenched. Looking at Yan Huan’s trembling face—even under hypnosis—it was clear he was trapped in a painful memory.

“Enough. Stop. Don’t think about it anymore!”

“Yes.”

Yan Huan’s expression slowly calmed, pulling himself out of that dark place and returning to his dazed state.

Seeing this, Ye Shiyu let out a long sigh and murmured:

“Mom wouldn’t do something like that.”

Even as she said it, Yan Huan’s heartfelt words had clearly shaken her. She had forgotten what she originally intended to do.

'Right—I need to add him on Plane. That way, after the hypnosis ends, the app should help correct his memory.'

'Anyway, today was just to test if it worked. As for everything else...'

'There's still plenty of time.'

“Unlock your phone, open Plane, and give it to me.”

Although Ye Shiyu seemed lost in thought, Yan Huan still reached into his pocket at her command.

He unlocked his phone with his fingerprint, showing a home screen with a blue ocean background.

When he opened Plane, Ye Shiyu was stunned by the overwhelming number of chat windows and red notification dots.

'Th-there are this many chats?'

'What are all these groups?'

'Student Council General Management Group? Math 1001 Group 1? Martial Arts Club Chat? Track and Field Group? Fencing Group? Drivers Group? Mahjong Group...'

It was Ye Shiyu’s first time seeing a Plane chat list like this. She usually only had a few windows—her mom, Aunt Chen—and hadn’t even joined her class group chats back when she studied in the country.

*Ding!*

At that moment, Yan Huan’s phone chimed.

“!”

Ye Shiyu jumped and quickly looked at the screen. A message had come in from someone nicknamed "Vice President Yinggong," whose avatar was a white cat—

“There’s something I need to discuss with the President. Is the President available now?”

'What do I do?!'

'Who is this person now...'

Ye Shiyu stared at the screen, then looked up at Yan Huan, whose gaze remained vacant and unmoving.

"Ah, forget it. Once the hypnosis ends, he can reply himself."

She ignored it and was about to tap the "Add Friend" button in the top right corner.

Seeing this, Yan Huan couldn't help but feel as if her IQ had dropped to zero.

"How about... I reply for you?"

"Didn't you already hypnotize me? I'm just standing here pretending to be a doll now, aren't I?"

This also showed how different Ye Shiyu was from gentlemen like Yan Huan, who had been subtly influenced by their past lives—she didn’t understand this kind of thing at all, so her first attempt appeared clumsy and awkward.

Just as Ye Shiyu's finger was about to touch the "Add Friend" button, the entire screen suddenly went black and was taken over by a voice call interface.

*Ding ding ding~*

[Voice Call: Vice President Yinggong]

!!!

'C-Calling me directly?!'

The suddenly enlarged avatar of a white cat startled Ye Shiyu. Hearing the loud ringtone, she trembled all over, clearly panicked.

Thieves are always guilty at heart—and Ye Shiyu, caught doing something sneaky, was no different.

She quickly reached out and pressed the decline button, cutting off the noisy ringtone.

*Doo doo*

*Whew*

As the ringtone finally disappeared, Ye Shiyu let out a long sigh of relief.

To prevent another call, she hesitated for a moment before typing a message in Vice President Yinggong’s chat window:

"Sorry, I'm busy right now and can't answer." When there was no response for a while, she relaxed and moved to tap the upper left corner to close the chat window.

At that moment, the contact name on the other end changed to [Typing…]

*Ding~*

A notification popped up. The other party had sent a message—just three simple words.

"Who are you?"

!!??

Ye Shiyu was so shocked she froze in place, like she’d died on the spot.

'I'm dying laughing.'

Seeing her petrified expression, Yan Huan nearly lost it.

Just then, in the depths of Yan Huan’s dazed eyes, a trace of sympathy appeared. Unexpectedly, his soft pink lips began to pout little by little. Though the movement was subtle, it was unmistakably a pout—as if he’d suffered some great grievance.

'Huh?'

Only then did Yan Huan realize—Ye Shiyu could actually make the same expression Ye Lan used to!

'Vice President Yinggong, well done, well done!'

Ye Shiyu trembled as she raised her hand, trying to scroll through their previous chat records, hoping to find a pattern in Yan Huan's conversations with Vice President Yinggong. But all she found were endless call logs.

'No wonder he called directly!'

The rest of the chat consisted of school-issued documents. It seemed the two of them had barely spoken at all.

'Then how did he figure out it wasn’t Yan Huan just from one sentence?'

'N-No matter. Let him deal with it himself.'

Ye Shiyu chose to deceive herself and quickly withdrew the message she had just sent.

"?"

Right after she did, the other side sent a single question mark. It felt like the scythe of death—just seeing it made her heart tremble.

Pretending not to see it, Ye Shiyu exited the chat window, opened his profile QR code, scanned it with her own phone, added him as a friend, and tapped "Accept."

*Ding~*

Done.

*Whew*

Ye Shiyu let out another sigh of relief and, like slamming shut the gates of hell, closed Yan Huan’s phone.

After finishing everything, Ye Shiyu glanced at her own phone and realized ten minutes had passed. Hmm, a very long ten minutes indeed.

'That’s enough for today.'

Looking at Yan Huan in front of her, she placed the phone back in his pocket. At the same time, a flicker of hesitation appeared in her eyes.

In fact, her mom had already been asking around about Yan Huan’s whereabouts days before coming to Linmen—and of course, she’d shared that information with her. Ever since she was young, her mom often mentioned having a very good friend.

Ye Lan had said so much, but it was only now, face-to-face, that Ye Shiyu seemed to gain a bit of understanding about this boy.

'Perhaps he really is a very outstanding person... and his experiences were pitiful, but—'

The hesitation in Ye Shiyu’s eyes was slowly consumed by a certain desire. She picked up the phone again and said to Yan Huan,

"Sit here properly. Don’t move. Once you wake up, you should forget everything that just happened. That’s it."

"Yes."

Once Yan Huan was seated, Ye Shiyu turned and left, unlocking the door and stepping outside.

*Clack*

Yan Huan glanced at the door, stretched his tingling body slightly, and waited for the modifier’s effect to completely wear off.

A few minutes later, the tingling sensation faded like a retreating tide. It had been exactly fifteen minutes since the hypnosis began.

In that moment, a memory suddenly emerged in his mind.

In the memory, Ye Shiyu had come and knocked on the door. After he opened it, she used her phone to add him as a friend, exchanged a few casual words, then turned and left.

For some reason, after returning to the room, he felt a bit sleepy. He planned to sit and rest for a bit—but nearly dozed off.

In his drowsiness, he heard Vice President Yinggong’s message on his phone, but he was too sleepy to care. He declined the call and even sent a message he normally wouldn’t have sent.

After receiving Vice President Yinggong’s strange question, he belatedly withdrew the message—until now, when he was fully awake.

Yan Huan chewed over this memory, feeling a chill creep in.

The problem wasn’t just that Ye Shiyu’s modifier could add memories—it was that the memory made Yan Huan believe it was something he would actually do, and had done.

The memory perfectly masked everything that had truly happened in the last fifteen minutes. If he didn’t have some resistance, he absolutely wouldn’t have noticed anything was off.

Unless a third party unaffected by the modifier pointed out the contradiction between memory and reality, the person with the implanted memory would never suspect a thing.

'These modifiers really are vicious.'

Yan Huan’s expression turned serious. While examining his now fully recovered palm, he began piecing together what had actually happened.

'Looks like Ye Shiyu didn’t want me to stay—or rather, not only that, she didn’t even want me to have contact with Ye Lan.'

'Hmm… If the modifier is tied to a person’s desire, then Ye Shiyu used it to hypnotize me in order to fulfill some desire of her own.'

'Desire. It’s all about desire…'

Yan Huan couldn’t help but recall how Aunt Chen once said Ye Shiyu had the habit of writing her name on everything she owned.

He raised an eyebrow, and the vague outline of an answer began to form in his mind—but just then, there was a knock at the door.

*Knock knock knock~*

'No way… again?'

Yan Huan held onto the sofa. After a brief pause, he called out,

"Who is it?"

"Xiaohuan, it's Aunt Chen. I warmed up some milk for you."

"Coming."

Hearing that, Yan Huan finally relaxed. He got up and went to open the door.

Outside stood Aunt Chen, smiling and holding a cup of milk. Not far behind her stood Ye Shiyu, also holding a cup, staring at him expressionlessly.

There’s a theory that criminals often return to the scene of the crime to check the aftermath.

Ye Shiyu was likely doing the same—checking to see if Yan Huan had noticed anything after the effect wore off.

"Here, both of you drink your milk. It’ll help you sleep. I added a bit of honey—try it out. If you don’t like it, I won’t add it next time."

"No problem, Aunt Chen."

Yan Huan acted as if nothing strange had happened. Seeing his calm demeanor, Ye Shiyu was finally satisfied and silently turned to leave with her milk.

Aunt Chen added, "Xiaohuan, take it inside. The toothbrush and toiletries are in the bathroom—they're all new. If you need anything else, just let me know."

"Alrighty. Thank you, Aunt Chen."

"Sleep early, Xiaohuan."

Yan Huan carried the milk back into the room, placed it on the table, and took out his phone again.

First, he opened the chat window with Ye Shiyu. Since they had just added each other, it was empty.

After thinking for a moment, he sent her a message:

"Shiyu-sis, if there’s ever anything at school, feel free to ask me."

He added a smiley face emoji—the same one that had held a hidden meaning in his past life.

A moment later, she replied with an "OK" hand gesture.

A scene of sisterly affection and brotherly respect—harmonious and friendly—as if the earlier anime-like drama had never happened.

Yan Huan leaned speechlessly against the sofa, took a sip of milk, then suddenly remembered something and quickly opened the chat history with Vice President Yinggong.

There, a lone question mark still stood out like a sore thumb.

Yan Huan couldn’t help but chuckle. He opened the chat window and brought up the emoji list.

Inside was a categorized collection of countless memes—cats, anime characters, panda-men, animated GIFs—you name it.

(*) Panda-man is a common meme character in Chinese internet culture.

With practiced fingers, he quickly scrolled and sent a sweating, bowing cat emoji with the word:

"Sorry."

[The other party is typing.]

"Was the President's phone in someone else's hands just now?"

A reply came within seconds—was she worried he’d been kidnapped or targeted by criminals?

A cat-nodding emoji followed: "Mhm mhm."

"I was working a part-time job, and a friend replied for me earlier. Something came up."

'Now that I think about it, do I use too many emojis? Just one slip, and Vice President Yinggong saw right through me.'

'Well, Vice President Yinggong is very familiar with everyone on the leadership team. Her memory is amazing, so it's not surprising.'

Thinking this, Yan Huan typed and asked,

"What was the urgent matter you mentioned earlier?"

He added a cat emoji with a question mark.

[The other party is typing.]

But quite a bit of time passed—no message, no call. She usually preferred calling, saying it was more efficient.

Just as Yan Huan was about to open another group chat and wait for her reply later, she finally responded, albeit slowly:

"It's already been resolved, President."

Yan Huan glanced at the chat box and resent the same cat-nodding emoji from earlier.

"That's good. Get some rest, Yinggong."

"Okay."

The milk was finished, the phone tossed aside, and Yan Huan finally relaxed, stretching out on the sofa.

*Meow~*

The chubby Meow-chan quietly reappeared, tilting its head in concern as it looked at him.

Yan Huan glanced at it, then patted the sofa beside him.

Taking the hint, Meow-chan jumped up and snuggled its soft, furry body into his arms.

Stroking its smooth fur, Yan Huan smiled helplessly.

"If I don’t take action soon, Meow-chan, I’m afraid I won’t survive this."

*Meow~*

(End of Chapter)

(*) Note for line 222 & 224: "Meow-chan" is likely the name of a pet cat; "-chan" is a Japanese honorific used to express endearment, typically for children or cute animals.