"Put the camera down, or I'll stab you too!" The man brandished his dagger and stood up, threatening An Shiyu.
As for Tang Keke behind him, he wasn’t worried—after slamming into the wall like that, she wouldn’t recover for at least another ten minutes, let alone try to escape.
"How mean. I’m just a passerby, you know," An Shiyu said with a deadpan expression.
"By the way, why don’t you take off your mask? I’d love to capture your handsome face."
"Hmm… how about I title the photo series The Stalker’s Guide to Life Behind Bars?"
An Shiyu’s lazy tone clearly provoked the man. With a furious roar, he lunged at her, dagger in hand!
But he quickly realized the girl was as slippery as an eel—she sidestepped the strike effortlessly.
An Shiyu stayed close, raising her camera for a quick click before pinching her nose in disgust.
"Tsk, do you have body odor or something?"
"You bitch, you’re dead!" The man completely lost it, slashing wildly with the dagger.
"I’ll kill you, kill you, kill you!"
Yet An Shiyu remained eerily calm, dodging and stepping back with bored precision. Then, in a fluid motion, she raised her arm—clang!—the sharp sound of metal clashing echoed.
The man froze. Why was her hand as hard as steel?
Squinting, he finally noticed the short, triangular black blade in her grip, its hilt adorned with a small ring.
"A dagger?"
"You could call it that, but ‘kunai’ sounds cooler." An Shiyu twirled the kunai around her finger like a toy.
"Listen up, dumbass—I’m gonna stab your eyes out." The moment she raised the kunai, the man instinctively shut his eyes.
But the next second, agony exploded between his legs.
"AHHHHHHH!!!" He crumpled to the ground, clutching his crotch and howling like a dying animal.
An Shiyu stood over him, one leg still raised in a graceful arc.
"You really thought I’d go for your eyes? What a hopeless idiot." She tucked the kunai back into her skirt, then stepped on the man’s writhing body for good measure, eliciting fresh screams.
Pulling out her phone, she dialed while checking on Tang Keke.
"Can you stand?" An Shiyu asked.
"Waaahhh… An Shiyu, I’ll never complain about you calling me ‘big-chested’ again! You can say whatever you want!" Tang Keke sobbed, snot and tears streaming as she reached for a hug.
An Shiyu dodged with a look of disgust, letting Tang Keke faceplant.
"Ow!"
"If you can cry, you’re fine." An Shiyu shrugged. The ones who stay silent are the ones to worry about.
Same logic as the ER—the louder you scream, the less doctors panic. But if you’re slumped over, clutching your chest without a word? That’s a different story.
"I… I feel dizzy."
"Perfectly normal. According to the principle of 'negative times negative equals positive,' you just need to bump into the wall one more time to fix it." An Shiyu pointed at the nearby wall, speaking with such earnestness that it almost sounded scientifically valid—if one only paid attention to her expression.
"Eh?" Tang Keke had a sneaking suspicion that An Shiyu was messing with her.
"I feel like you're lying to me."
"..." The girl averted her gaze.
"You totally are!"
Seeing Tang Keke so lively, An Shiyu casually waved her hand. "Alright, you should probably wipe the blood off your face first."
"Wha—?! Why is there so much blood?!"
……
By the time Ye Shuang arrived at the hospital, half an hour had already passed.
Tang Keke had been bandaged up, her head wrapped in pristine white gauze. Fortunately, aside from her head, she hadn’t sustained any other injuries.
"Keke’s head looks just like mine did last time," Bai Yuyou remarked from her seat beside the hospital bed.
She was referring to the incident where she’d been cornered by a group of older girls in the restroom, hitting her head against the sink hard enough to draw blood.
"Hehe, what a coincidence," Tang Keke giggled, in high spirits despite the scare. After all, a minor bump on the head was a stroke of luck compared to what could have happened.
"You’re still laughing? Do you realize how dangerous this was?" Ye Shuang sighed as he peeled an apple.
"If anything, this is my fault… I had no idea there was more than one stalker."
"No, no, it’s not your fault at all! I was the one who said the stalker had been caught. I should’ve been more careful." Tang Keke shook her head. "Where’s An Shiyu?"
"She went to give a statement. Knowing her, she probably won’t bother coming to the hospital afterward." Ye Shuang shrugged. Given her aversion to hassle, it was unlikely she’d show up.
Still, something nagged at him. An Shiyu had left the school infirmary only fifteen minutes before the incident—how had she managed to appear at North Mountain so quickly?
While Silver Mountain and North Mountain weren’t far apart, it still took at least twenty minutes by car.
Had she really been weaving through traffic in that tiny electric car of hers?
Ye Shuang made a mental note to ask her about it later.
She couldn’t actually have something like shadow clones, right?
……
Meanwhile, in an office at the academy.
"You’ve been exposed. There’s no explaining this away now."
"Not my fault. I just happened to be there—who knew I’d run into something like this?" The speaker paused, then chuckled. "Not that I’d mind if you told me to walk away and let things play out."
Another voice, nearly identical, sighed. "That’s not what I meant."
"Even someone like 'Uncle' wouldn’t assume there are two identical people in the world. Normal folks don’t jump to that conclusion unless they’re omniscient. There’s nothing to worry about." The short-haired girl shrugged, utterly indifferent.
"I never should’ve let you out in the first place," the other short-haired girl muttered.
"Wow, harsh. Careful, or I might flunk your finals for you."
"Tch. Like I care? I’m not long for this world anyway."
"My heart’s right here. Why don’t you just take it?" An Shiyu said. "Isn’t that what I exist for? I’m just your shadow…"
"Enough, let's not talk about this anymore."
In the dimly lit room, two identical-looking girls stood facing each other.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
