Three months later.
Noon, bedroom.
Su Qi lay on the bed, staring blankly at the not-so-high ceiling.
So, how did things end up like this?
He had already uncovered the true name of that engraving knife. According to how the story should unfold, three months should’ve been more than enough for him to "punch the nursing home and kick the kindergarten," so to speak.
Su Qi stared at the translucent screen before him, lost in thought.
[Radiance: 12]
[Brilliance: 0]
[Delight: 421]
...
To anyone else, these three strings of numbers would probably seem utterly baffling.
But in reality, they corresponded to the skill: ["For all that the 'Bearer' desires, I shall grant one by one."]
Translated into plain language: As long as he collected enough points, he could turn any desired thing or outcome into reality.
After three months of trial and error, Su Qi had easily figured out the mechanics of the skill.
1. The methods for obtaining the three types of energy:
- [Radiance] came from altering "the unchanging tracks of someone's life"—but it had to be someone else's. He himself seemed to have no "fixed life track" anymore.
- [Delight] was earned by witnessing or creating something entertaining enough—whether good or bad, comedy or tragedy, as long as it was interesting.
- As for [Brilliance], he still had no clue.
2. The energy gained only depended on the state at the moment of acquisition. Even if the person whose life was altered returned to their original path, or whether they lived or died afterward, it didn’t matter—the points couldn’t be deducted.
3. [Radiance], [Brilliance], and [Delight] were three independent currencies, incapable of being exchanged for one another.
Among them, [Radiance] was the standard currency, [Brilliance] the rare currency, and [Delight] the inferior one. As for why they were classified this way... he’d find out soon enough.
Bang!
A sudden, though not particularly loud, door-slamming sound interrupted Su Qi’s train of thought.
It was probably Liu Yuan going out.
Come to think of it...
The two of them lived under the same roof, yet ever since the "house-selling incident," they hadn’t had a proper conversation in three whole months.
He didn’t know how other siblings interacted.
But between them, the most frequently exchanged phrases were "Food’s ready" and "I’m full."
Or perhaps, this was just her default attitude toward everyone—cold and distant.
There wasn’t a trace of the liveliness one would expect from someone her age.
...
After closing the front door, Liu Yuan took a deep breath and tilted her head back.
Her striking eyes fixed on the skyscraper across the street for about four or five seconds before she finally put on her mask.
This wasn’t some cliché scenario where she was too beautiful to go out without covering up.
She was simply heading to one of Jiangxia City’s two major black markets—the underground Cardholder market on Ping'an Street, colloquially known as the West Market.
No matter how down-and-out she seemed, living in the city’s slums, Cardholders were still a privileged class.
And for the sake of so-called "social stability," many of these privileges and details couldn’t be disclosed to ordinary people.
Hence, the black market thrived.
...
Masked, Liu Yuan pushed open the door of a shop in the black market and stepped inside.
This shop was the territory of one of the market’s big shots, offering a wide range of services—from custom Card enhancements and intelligence gathering to hiring Cardholder teams for expeditions into restricted zones.
It claimed to operate outside the oversight of the Cardholder Association.
At least, that was the official line.
But who really knew?
Maybe every shop here had some high-ranking Cardholder Association figure pulling strings behind the scenes.
Liu Yuan glanced around. The shop was dimly lit, the air tinged with a faint musty smell.
Behind the counter, a middle-aged man wearing a monocle was polishing a faintly glowing Card. Hearing footsteps, he looked up.
"What do you need?"
No pleasantries, no small talk.
Liu Yuan didn’t answer immediately. Instead, she walked to the counter, pulled a folded slip of paper from her pocket, and slid it over.
The man took the note, unfolded it, and frowned slightly after reading.
He studied Liu Yuan again, his expression unreadable, then spoke.
"Sorry, the requirements are too strict. No one’s taking the order. I suggest raising the price."
Liu Yuan shook her head.
If she had the money, wouldn’t it be better to just buy from official channels?
Silently, she took back the note. On it was written:
[Wanted: Tier-4 Rare Card. Must provide substantial base attributes, preferably with additional efficiency in refining Source Essence. Budget: 50,000–60,000.]
The man gave her another two-second once-over, his face now tinged with disdain.
"Goodbye, then."
Just another martial arts examinee hoping to get lucky. The black market wasn’t some standardized service industry—this request was a waste of his time, not worth another word.
Put simply: Only a fool would craft that Card for her.
A Tier-4 Rare Card’s market price did fall within 50,000–60,000, but with those requirements?
Any attribute that boosted Source Essence refinement efficiency was sky-high in price. You couldn’t even get one for 500,000, let alone 50,000!
After all, no matter which world you were in, there was no shortage of parents hoping their children would "stand out from the crowd."
Who didn’t want their kid to have a head start?
Pushing their children was always easier than pushing themselves.
Even in a world with supernatural systems, some things never changed.
...
On her way back, Liu Yuan had removed her mask. Clutched in her hand was the now crumpled note.
Just then, three young men in their early twenties approached from the opposite direction.
The two on either side started whistling and egging the middle one on, shoving him forward until he stumbled awkwardly in front of Liu Yuan.
Flushing red, the boy stammered, "H-Hi... can I... add you on SourceChat?"
Liu Yuan gave him a cool glance.
"I don’t add strangers."
The boy pressed on, undeterred.
"Do you... have a boyfriend?"
"None of your business."
Without another word, she walked past him.
Just another passerby in life, unworthy of her time.
Yet, after this encounter, her thoughts involuntarily drifted to someone else.
Almost unconsciously, she pulled out her phone and opened SourceChat.
Her eyes landed on the pinned contact—his profile picture and status.
[I want to sleep.]
[Should your life be an endless wilderness? Or the same old tracks?]
A radiant smile broke through her usual icy expression.
Even though... they were just online friends... even though she didn’t even know his real name...
She felt... it was about time they took things a step further, right?
But she didn’t dare ask for confirmation...
The more you cared, the more you feared losing it.
What if he didn’t feel the same? What if they couldn’t even stay friends afterward?
...
Meanwhile.
Su Qi stared at his suddenly doubled—no, more than doubled—"inferior currency," deep in thought.
[Delight +500]
Huh?
What funny thing happened?
Where?
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.”
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
