Liu Yuan narrowed her eyes as she studied Su Qi, her gaze tinged with skepticism.
"Do you need to go full-screen just to read the rules? And must you also watch those sisters dancing?"
Her small hand remained firmly pressed over the phone screen, leaving Su Qi no opening to exploit.
Su Qi sighed in resignation.
This silly little sister—when jealousy took over, even her usual sharp wit was overthrown.
He attempted a weak defense: "I was just... checking out the atmosphere of the venue..."
But his voice faltered under Liu Yuan’s slightly wounded stare, betraying his lack of conviction.
"Atmosphere?"
Liu Yuan’s tone lifted slightly.
"Does Brother feel the lounge’s atmosphere isn’t good enough? Need something else to spice it up?"
She leaned in closer, her face nearly touching Su Qi’s, her warm breath carrying the faint sweetness of milk tea.
Su Qi surrendered.
"Alright, alright. I won’t look anymore."
He tucked the phone back into his pocket.
"That’s more like it."
Only then did Liu Yuan seem satisfied, her face practically glowing with triumph.
"Actually... it’s not like I can’t wear those clothes... or dance..."
She murmured under her breath, staking her claim.
Su Qi couldn’t help but laugh, reaching out to ruffle her hair. "Got it."
Liu Yuan closed her eyes, enjoying the touch, though her words remained defiant. "I’m doing this for your own good. I heard there have been some scary cases lately—Brother should be careful not to end up in jail."
Su Qi decided not to engage further.
Some topics were better left unaddressed.
He deftly shifted the conversation back to business. "What was your exam number again?"
At the mention of the exam, Liu Yuan’s expression turned serious.
"A-55."
Su Qi pondered for a moment.
This year’s rules divided the arena tests into five major zones, each with ten arenas.
That meant a hundred examinees could be tested per round, totaling forty rounds.
If luck was on their side, they might be home by 1 PM.
But if they were stuck in the last group, waiting until 5 or 6 PM wouldn’t be unusual.
It all depended on how long each match took.
Incidentally, this year’s arena tests weren’t scored purely on victory or defeat.
Instead, professional evaluators would assess performance across all aspects of combat.
There might even be cases where the "glorious loser" scored higher than the winner.
"We might have to wait a while."
"Mhm."
Liu Yuan gave a small nod, her fingers tightening slightly around her milk tea cup.
Waiting was sometimes more nerve-wracking than stepping onto the stage immediately.
"Don’t stress."
Su Qi noticed her tension and softened his voice.
"Just don’t kill anyone, and you’ve already won."
Liu Yuan: "..."
Though Su Qi’s words sounded absurd, they somehow carried an odd sense of reassurance.
Her nervousness vanished in an instant, replaced by serious contemplation on how to restrain her strength enough to avoid fatalities.
"Understood, Brother."
Time slipped by unnoticed as they waited.
...
Back at the venue.
A rabbit-eared hostess, dressed more formally than the others, stepped onto the stage and picked up a microphone. Her sweet voice, amplified by the speakers, filled the arena with deliberate excitement.
"I’m sure everyone is eager to find out your child’s opponent and match order, right?"
A chorus of agreement rose from the crowd.
"Then, without further ado!" The hostess gestured to the massive screen behind her. "Let’s turn our attention to the big screen!"
The screen flickered before settling, rows of names and corresponding ID numbers rapidly scrolling into view.
Starting from "001," the list continued endlessly.
"For this tournament, opponents will be randomly matched based on assigned numbers!"
"All examinees must memorize your unique ID—this will be your key identifier for the competition!"
"Match results and the battle order will now be announced!"
Many in the audience fixed their eyes on the scrolling screen, searching for their child’s name.
The atmosphere grew tense.
The hostess’s voice rang out again: "Alright, the assignments are complete!"
The screen flashed once more before displaying the matchups line by line.
[Zone A-1, Match 1: A-03 vs. A-128]
[Zone A-1, Match 2: A-56 vs. A-319]
[Zone A-2, Match 1: A-11 vs. A-274]
...
The pairings continued to populate swiftly.
Soon, Liu Yuan found her own match details.
[Zone A-1, Match 13: A-55 vs. A-102]
"Examinees for the first match, please proceed to Arena One immediately! The match begins in three minutes! All other examinees, prepare for your turn."
On either side of the stage, several square arenas enclosed by special energy barriers had risen into position.
The second phase of the martial exam had officially begun.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
