I was so scared that I put all my points into health.

After a hearty meal, as if guided by an unspoken understanding, everyone slowly gathered around in the courtyard. The courtyard was like a small world gently embraced by the moonlight.

The moonlight, like a thin veil, gently bathed them, its delicate rays like subtle emotional bonds, softly entangling each one. In a corner of the courtyard, several unnamed flowers and plants swayed gently in the moonlight, releasing a faint fragrance that mingled with the languid and pleasant atmosphere in the air.

With a beaming smile, Mother presented the dessert made from the apples and grapes Wang Xiaoyi had bought. The apples, carefully selected by Mother, were all a vibrant red, like treasures kissed by nature. Mother washed the apples, peeled them, and sliced ​​them thinly, each slice evenly thin, arranging them neatly on the cutting board. The grapes, like a collection of amethysts and emeralds, were carefully washed in clear water by Mother; the plump berries looked like spirits soaked in moonlight.

My mother slowly pan-fried the apple slices over a low flame. As the temperature rose, the apple slices gradually released an enticing sweet aroma, a fragrance like an invisible hand gently tantalizing everyone's sense of smell. The pan-fried apple slices were arranged on an exquisite plate, surrounded by clusters of glistening grapes, and drizzled with my mother's special honey syrup, which shimmered with an amber light under the moonlight.

Everyone reached out and grabbed some desserts, putting them in their mouths. The sweet taste instantly spread throughout their mouths. That sweetness, like morning dew, nourished every taste bud, bringing unparalleled satisfaction.

Especially the Elf King Dragon (in human form), his silver eyes sparkled with surprise. He leaned forward slightly, carefully savoring the dessert in his mouth, a look of bliss on his face. He couldn't help but softly exclaim, "This is simply a gift from heaven! Every bite contains endless craftsmanship and warmth, as if it can make one forget all the troubles of the world. Mother's skills are truly amazing. This dessert not only satisfies the taste buds, but is also like a magic woven with love, making one feel the warmth and happiness of home."

His words of praise were like a gentle spring breeze, softly caressing everyone's hearts, filling them with warmth and joy. His words were like a flowing stream, nourishing a mother's heart.

Upon hearing such praise, her mother's face instantly lit up with a happy smile. That smile was like a blooming flower, radiant and captivating. Her heart was filled with pride and satisfaction. Previously, when Renn and his father always praised her cooking, she had assumed they were just trying to make her happy out of love for their family. In her heart, she felt her cooking was quite ordinary, after all, just simple dishes made with the ingredients they had at home on ordinary days.

However, to her surprise, she received praise from the esteemed Elf Dragon King (in human form). The Elf Dragon King was a mysterious and powerful being in everyone's eyes, and his approval was like a sacred ray of light, illuminating that small, somewhat insecure corner of her heart. Tears of excitement welled up in her eyes, like stars falling onto her face, etched with the marks of time, under the moonlight. At that moment, she felt her craft had taken on a new meaning; it was no longer just simple food preparation, but a way to transcend status and race, to convey warmth and love.

A blush of happiness and shyness spread across the mother's face.

The father began recounting his experience: "You wouldn't believe it, a few days ago I saw a group of adventurers at the tavern at the edge of town. They were a complete rout. The burly man leading them had hair that looked like it'd been swept by a tornado, and his face was covered in black and red welts, as if he'd been scratched by some wild beast. His leather armor, which had looked decent before, was now tattered and torn, like it'd been gnawed by a pack of wild dogs. He limped into the tavern, muttering about how terrifying the monsters in the Misty Forest were, how he'd almost broken his legs, how he thought he'd found a great treasure, but who knew he'd nearly lost his life in that misty fog."

Everyone burst into laughter upon hearing this.

The Elf Dragon King sat there gracefully, transformed into human form, his silver hair shimmering mysteriously in the moonlight. He cleared his throat and said, “Your human heroes are quite interesting. Many claim to challenge me, wanting to leave a heroic name in the world. But what do they actually do? One hero stood before me menacingly, holding that seemingly powerful greatsword, its blade gleaming coldly in the sunlight. But the moment I appeared, he deflated like a punctured balloon, his eyes wide, his legs trembling uncontrollably. I think I merely flicked my sleeve, creating a slight breeze that blew his sword away, sending it spinning several times in the air, almost impaling itself on his own feet. Another hero, upon seeing me, collapsed to the ground, muttering something like, ‘Great Elf Dragon King, have mercy!’ His cowardly appearance was truly laughable.”

Everyone laughed so hard they were doubled over, and their laughter echoed in the courtyard.

Warm moments are always fleeting. As the night deepened and the moonlight grew colder, the languid and comfortable atmosphere was gradually swallowed up by the darkness. Everyone said goodnight to each other, and then, filled with joy and contentment, went back to their rooms to rest. The courtyard returned to tranquility, with only the soft moonlight still quietly shining down, as if guarding this little world full of stories.

Wang Xiaoyi returned to his humble little room in Rennes. The walls were made of rough stones, with a few unidentified blades of grass growing in the cracks, like lonely hairs sprouting from the walls themselves. Inside, there was only a worn-out wooden bed, its uneven surface making it feel like lying on a rugged mountain path; every turn produced an uncomfortable creaking sound. In the corner stood a simple wooden cabinet, rickety from years of use, upon which were placed some extremely basic household items.

He used to live in poverty, barely able to find shelter in this small house. He didn't have the money to decorate it, or even a decent heater to keep warm during the cold winters. But things are different now. Wang Xiaoyi has arrived, and through his own efforts and some wonderful opportunities, he will transform their little home into a comfortable and cozy house.

He used to be just a shut-in, deeply immersed in the real world, spending his days in his own little world, with anime, games, and science fiction. Now, the gears of fate have turned, and he has come to this special place. His shut-in heart has been ignited like a spark, and he can't wait to transform his room into the shut-in home of his dreams.

Upon entering the room, he began meticulously planning. The first thing that caught his eye was the ceiling—a vast "sky" waiting to be conquered. He decided to install starlight lamps on the ceiling, their twinkling lights resembling the glittering stars in the night sky. When night fell and the starlight lamps were turned on, the room would instantly be enveloped in the mysterious power of the universe. Each "star" would emit a soft glow, making him feel as if he were in the vast cosmos, surrounded by endless nebulae and twinkling stars. Lying in bed, he could feel the tranquility and mystery emanating from the depths of the universe.

Then, his gaze shifted to the surrounding walls. The walls were like a giant canvas; he wanted to cover them with all sorts of anime posters. Those exhilarating battle scenes—Yugi Muto with the Millennium Puzzle around his neck, wielding the shimmering Sky Dragon Chaos Blade, seemingly tracing dazzling arcs through the air; Dark Mages and Dark Magic Girls floating in the sky—the tense and exciting atmosphere of the battles seemed to leap off the posters; Ichigo Kurosaki wielding his Zanpakuto, the air currents created by the blade seeming to rush right before your eyes, their resolute gazes piercing through all darkness; Luffy standing at the bow of the ship, arms outstretched, the sea breeze seemingly blowing his straw hat into the distance—a posture of pursuing dreams. The awe-inspiring scenes of Naruto's ninjutsu bursting forth, every ray of chakra seemingly leaping off the posters; the astonishing power of Goku and Vegeta's fierce battle in Dragon Ball—you could almost hear the deafening battle cries. The adorable character designs are equally captivating. Like Nyanko-sensei from Natsume's Book of Friends, whose languid demeanor and cute appearance make you want to reach out and pet him, or Nezuko from Demon Slayer, whose expression, imbued with Blood Demon Art, is both dangerous and endearing. These posters will cover the entire wall, allowing everyone who enters the room to experience the unique charm of the anime world.

Of course, domestic animation has indeed flourished in recent years, and it has a place on the posters on the wall. Han Laomo, Bu Yao Bilian, Lü Shu, Luo Feng, Wang Lin, Bai Xiaochun and others are all important characters.

Of course, what home for a true otaku wouldn't be complete without books? He meticulously crafted a dedicated bookshelf, a veritable treasure trove of knowledge, where his favorite comic books were neatly arranged. From classics like Doraemon, Saint Seiya, and Sailor Moon, to Yu Yu Hakusho, Divine Weapon, and Feng Yun, and the three major series like Bleach, Naruto, and One Piece, to more refined titles like Hunter x Hunter, Soul Eater, GetBackers, Air Gear, and Claymore, each one carries his childhood memories and yearning for adventure—too many to list. Science fiction is also indispensable. The grand cosmology and profound ideas of *The Three-Body Problem* occupy a prominent place on the shelf, alongside works like *Base*, *Dune*, and *Hyperion*. Asimov's science fiction world shines like stars in the universe. Game merchandise is another favorite. Limited edition Gundam figures are exquisitely crafted, like works of art; legendary Pokémon figures seem ready to leap off the shelf at any moment; and Xuan-Yuan Sword character figures exude a heroic aura from the battlefield.

For a gamer, gaming devices are like a warrior's weapon, a magic weapon for conquering the virtual world. Those handheld and home consoles they frequently play—from the FC, MD, GA, GBA, GBSP, PS, NDS, 3DS, PSP to the Switch and PS5—each carries countless memories and passionate battles. They wish they could be displayed on a special shelf, a shrine to gaming, specially crafted for these beloved devices. Every time their gaze falls upon it, an indescribable sense of accomplishment and pride wells up within them, like a warrior seeing his meticulously polished sword.

The connected game screen is the gateway to the game world, where both the joyful kingdom of Super Mario and the mysterious continent of The Legend of Zelda await our exploration.

Wang Xiaoyi is fond of Persona, a game that blends role-playing and mystery, while Langrisser is a classic turn-based strategy game, especially the second installment on the Mega Drive, which had the deepest impact on him. Although Wang Xiaoyi is not good at action games, he is addicted to Prince of Persia and Tomb Raider series, repeatedly trying and failing, constantly trying after each Game Over.

A computer, as a core piece of equipment, is also essential, and its powerful performance allows him to enjoy AAA games smoothly. From tomb raiding in Tomb Raider to medieval strolls in Assassin's Creed, to business strategy in Monopoly and historical exploration in Age of Empires, he can fully enjoy endless fun in the games.

Wang Xiaoyi meticulously decorated his small room in his imagination, which gradually transformed into a dreamy and passionate home for a recluse, with every corner radiating his unique love and yearning for life.

In that somewhat simple little house, sunlight streamed in through the narrow windows, creating patches of light on the floor. The Elf King Dragon was in his parrot form, his emerald feathers shimmering with a captivating luster in the sunlight.

Wang Xiaoyi sat on the small bed, staring blankly ahead, lost in thought. The Elf Dragon King flapped its wings a few times and gently landed on Wang Xiaoyi's small, dilapidated bookshelf. The bookshelf was old and worn, several of its wooden shelves teetering precariously, as if a slight gust of wind could blow it apart. But the Elf Dragon King didn't seem to care. It began to slowly and meticulously preen its feathers, each one neatly arranged, as if it were carefully tending to a priceless treasure.

After a while, Wang Xiaoyi seemed to suddenly come to his senses. He turned his head and saw the Elf King Dragon standing on the bookshelf, and a wry smile appeared on his face. The Elf King Dragon tilted its head, looked at Wang Xiaoyi with its round eyes, and then cleared its throat and asked, "What were you thinking about just now? You looked like you'd lost your soul."

Wang Xiaoyi sighed softly, his fingers unconsciously tracing patterns on the worn wooden planks beside the bed, and said, "I'm thinking of tidying up this room. It's just too shabby. In my world, there are many things that can make a room cozy and interesting, but here, I can't seem to bring those things out all at once."

The Elf King Dragon (in parrot form) tilted its head, seemingly puzzled, but still flapped its wings a few times and said, "Oh? What are those things of yours like? Are they worth missing?"

Wang Xiaoyi smiled helplessly, a smile full of bitterness. He knew that the Elf King Dragon had always lived in this world full of magic and adventure, and naturally could not understand the colorful modern facilities and leisure activities of the real world because he had never experienced them firsthand.

So he began to describe it simply: "There are so many fun things. For example, the amusement park, which is a huge place full of joy. There are roller coasters, which are large amusement facilities built on tracks. When you sit on it, the roller coaster will take you soaring into the air like lightning, and then you will feel the thrill of your heart pounding in your throat during the rapid descent. There are also carousels, those colorful and exquisitely crafted horses that slowly rotate to cheerful music, as if taking you into a fairy tale world. The pirate ship is also impressive; it shakes violently up and down, just like sailing on a turbulent sea."

The Elf King Dragon (parrot form) flapped its wings twice, but just tilted its head and listened, not particularly interested in the descriptions.

Wang Xiaoyi paused for a moment, then continued, "The ski resort is also very interesting. On a snow-covered mountain, the snow is like a thick white quilt spread over the earth. People wear special skis and glide quickly down the slopes. Sometimes you rush straight down the steep slopes, the biting wind whistling past your ears, and the feeling of speed and passion is exhilarating; other times you can leisurely glide on relatively gentle slopes and enjoy the beautiful snow scenery around you."

The Elf King Dragon (parrot form) blinked its round eyes, seemingly still not very interested.

Wang Xiaoyi then talked about hot springs, saying, "Hot springs are a gift from the earth to mankind. In a specially built hot spring pool, the hot water is steaming, and some minerals have been added to it, making people feel as if they are undergoing a complete relaxation ritual. You can lean against the pool and let your tired body immerse itself in the hot water. The surrounding scenery is also very pleasant, perhaps surrounded by green mountains and clear waters, or perhaps accompanied by a quiet forest."

The Elf King Dragon (parrot form) shook its feathers, seemingly uninterested in these things, its eyes filled with more confusion than anything else.

Wang Xiaoyi continued, “The cinema is also a good place. In that dark space, all kinds of wonderful movies or dramas are playing on a huge screen. People sit quietly in their seats, laughing, crying, and clenching their fists in tension as the plot unfolds. They can feel the emotional impact of different stories, as if they are experiencing other people’s lives on the stage of the story.”

The Elf King Dragon (parrot form) tilted its head, seemingly still uninterested in these things.

Finally, Wang Xiaoyi said, "There's also the aquarium. Stepping inside is like entering a mysterious ocean kingdom. All sorts of fish swim around you, their colors vibrant and their shapes varied. There are small, agile tropical fish that dart among the seaweed like colorful sprites; there are also huge sharks that, although they look somewhat fierce, possess a unique majesty in the aquarium. And then there are those mysterious jellyfish, their transparent bodies stretching and contracting as they swim, like alien creatures from outer space."

However, the Elf King Dragon (parrot form) showed little interest in any of this. It tilted its head and thought for a moment, then suddenly cried out, as if to say, "Listening to all this is not as tempting as food. Delicious food is the best thing." Wang Xiaoyi shook his head helplessly after hearing this. He knew that the Elf King Dragon (parrot form) was a big glutton and only showed interest when food was mentioned.