Around nine o'clock, after Su Qi asked, "Slacking off instead of training today?", Liu Yuan rolled her eyes and chose to go home.
Honestly, he really just asked casually, with absolutely no intention of pressuring Liu Yuan.
With just two and a half months left until the martial arts exam, the minds of martial arts students were stretched taut, with no time to spare for distractions.
No one was as carefree as Liu Yuan.
His question was mainly to see if she had accepted the gap between people and simply given up.
Well, if she left, she left.
It just so happened that he still needed to visit the black market, and bringing Liu Yuan along wouldn’t be appropriate.
The million or so he’d gotten from the Yun family was still in his account—perfect for exchanging for some card-making materials.
He wasn’t much of an outings person anyway, so this was just a convenient detour.
If Liu Yuan saw it though…
She’d probably say something like, "Su Qi, don’t tell me you’re being kept…"
Or something along those lines.
……
By the time Su Qi got home, it was already late at night.
He had one flaw.
He was terrible at multitasking.
When doing one thing, he could hardly spare any attention for another.
So…
His phone had exploded.
[Iris: Brother, I miss you so much…]
[Iris: Brother, brother.]
[Iris: Is the big dummy in there? jpg]
[Iris: Talk to me, talk to me.jpg]
[Iris: Kitty is sad.jpg]
[Iris: Picture]
[Iris: Brother, come look at this pretty photo…]
[Missed call]
[Missed call]
[Missed call]
[Iris: Fine… I guess Brother’s busy. A-Yuan will wait patiently for you to come back.]
The first message was sent at 10:05.
The last one at 10:31.
And now, it was 11:49.
Su Qi’s hand holding the phone trembled violently.
What was that saying online again?
Nothing scarier than sudden late-night confessions.
Maybe it was guilt born from a guilty conscience.
Bah, Su Qi didn’t believe in that nonsense.
What you saw online was either what you wanted to see or what someone wanted you to see.
On your feed, you might see posts about so-called "entitled women," "bride-price girls," "overconfident women," or "cheating women"…
While girls might see posts about "abusive men," "mama’s boys," "fake rich kids," or "playboys"…
But ask yourself—were most men actually abusive, mama’s boys, fake rich kids, or playboys?
Obviously not.
The world was vast, and all kinds of people existed. There was no need to generalize an entire group based on a few.
It was just that under immense pressure, the lower rungs of society desperately needed an outlet.
Turning… that kind of conflict into an internal battle of the sexes.
And then they’d complain about the declining birth rate.
Getting off track.
So, Little Iris just missed him, that was all.
[Sleepyhead: Had some stuff to do. Forgot to turn off silent mode.]
He’d turned it off in the afternoon while pretending to go see a movie—commitment to the act was key.
[Iris: Brother, I really, really miss you…]
[Sleepyhead: Miss you too.]
[Sleepyhead: Can you send a few more?]
[Sleepyhead: Love it, want more.]
[Iris: ???]
……
The emotions Liu Yuan had just built up instantly deflated by half.
Of course, along with them, her sense of grievance and inferiority also faded somewhat.
[Iris: Picture loading]
[Iris: Picture loading]
[Iris: Picture loading]
Of course, she hadn’t actually taken any—she’d just typed the words.
[Sleepyhead: Ugh, when I get rich, I’m buying a phone that can see white stockings.]
[Iris: Picture.jpg]
[Sleepyhead: Nice.jpg]
……
Seeing the replies on her phone, Liu Yuan rolled around on her bed, tangling the blankets into a mess.
Her brother really was down-to-earth, completely unlike Yun Huang with her lofty airs.
Had she been overthinking things?
Him giving her this card…
Wasn’t it just proof that he liked seeing this kind of thing…
Right then, midnight struck.
In that instant, it felt like something was drained from her previously energetic body.
Replaced instead by an endless sense of emptiness.
Ah, right—the auto-cultivation timer had expired.
[Daily Adventure: Su Qi has been randomly selected as the Daily Adventure target multiple times and can now be chosen as a fixed target.]
[Please select your Daily Adventure target first]
[Option 1: Su Qi]
[Option 2: Random]
Liu Yuan: ???
Just yesterday, she’d thought how convenient it’d be if Su Qi were the target so she could finish the Daily Adventure at midnight—and now she could pick him directly?
Liu Yuan, still in her pajamas, cracked open her door to peek at Su Qi’s room across the way.
The lights seemed off.
She hadn’t heard him come back either.
Ugh, she missed him again.
Not a shred of awareness about being a mission tool…
Wait—
Was he… staying out at a hotel?
Should she call and ask?
But… wouldn’t that be a bit inappropriate?
What if he misunderstood?
Like she cared that much…
And what if she ruined his fun…
Never mind.
"Random target."
[Random target: The name the wearer is currently missing the most—Sleepyhead]
[Daily Adventure (Special Edition): The wearer fears being abandoned for having no value, so boldly showcase your worth.]
[Please record a video, use this equipment to attack the phone camera, and improvise a voiceover of at least ten words that fits the scene.]
Liu Yuan: ???
What did this have to do with value?
Was her brother really that shallow and easy?
[Daily Adventure reward: Temporary use of Special Passive ① for today, +3 Agility for the mission target.]
+3 Agility for the target??!!
Liu Yuan only now noticed the reward.
If that was the case…
For her brother’s sake…
She could…
Though for someone at his level, it wasn’t much…
But every little bit helped…
Still, she needed to find the right angle.
She shouldn’t let him see her face just yet…
There were still half a year left until their promised meeting.
……
[Iris: Video]
Why was she suddenly sending a video?
Curious, Su Qi clicked on it.
The perspective was narrow, showing very little, but it was… nice.
Along with the girl’s playful voice:
"Stupid brother, ignoring me for so long—take this! And this!"
[Delight +66]
[Delight +66]
[Agility +3]
[Delight +66]
[Delight +66]
Wait—
Did something weird just slip into the middle of that data?
Su Qi stared at his stats, utterly stunned.
Literal attack speed boost?
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
