When Liu Yuan entered the classroom, it was already packed with students, all buzzing with speculation about the day’s special training session.
"I heard this year’s special training will be brutal. I wonder if I’ll make the cut," a male student muttered, frowning.
"Yeah, only those who pass the selection get to enter the Origin Realm. If we miss this chance, our combat exams are basically doomed. The pressure’s killing me," a girl beside him sighed, her voice laced with worry.
Liu Yuan took her seat, her own nerves creeping in.
Sure, she had that ridiculously overpowered card, which had boosted her strength considerably, but her real combat experience was still lacking.
Just then, the classroom door swung open, and a tall, imposing man strode in.
Dressed in simple casual wear, his sharp gaze and steady steps marked him as a seasoned fighter.
"Quiet down, everyone."
The teacher clapped his hands, and the room fell silent instantly.
"Greetings. I’ll be your instructor for the ‘special training’ from now on. You can call me Teacher Li," he announced in a booming voice, instantly commanding everyone’s attention.
"The training is straightforward. For the first half, I’ll observe you for a month and select those qualified to enter the Origin Realm."
"Are you all ready?"
"We’re ready!"
Many answered in unison, their voices tinged with anticipation.
"Good. Then let’s head to the training grounds now." Teacher Li gestured for them to follow.
...
By the time they arrived at the training hall of the Sixth Institute, other classes had already set up several sparring platforms, with assistant instructors standing by to supervise and record scores.
Only their class seemed unprepared.
"Next, I’ll assess your abilities and appoint two students with the most combat experience as team leaders. The rest will be randomly assigned to their squads."
Teacher Li stood before the platforms, scanning each student.
"In a month, the entire winning team will advance to the Origin Realm!"
The moment he finished, the room erupted.
"Wait, what? They’re not just picking the top performers? They’re gonna lump us with deadweight?"
"I’m easily top six in this class. Are you saying I could get eliminated just by bad luck?"
"Top six? More like just sixth. Stop inflating your ego. Luck’s part of strength too. I think it’s fair."
"Says the guy ranked at the bottom. Of course you’d defend this—you’ve got nothing to lose. Fair? How is this fair?"
"Hold on, our class has 49 people. Random assignment means one team’s short a member, right?"
At the end of the day, they were still just a bunch of eighteen-year-olds, unable to hide their frustrations.
They were openly questioning the teacher’s decision right to his face.
Lucky for them, this was school, not the workplace—otherwise, the outspoken ones would’ve already been marked for retaliation.
Clearly, they hadn’t been hardened by life’s harsh lessons yet.
Since when did the world ever play fair?
Teacher Li roared, "Shut the hell up, all of you!"
Instantly, the room went dead silent.
Most students carried an innate fear of teachers—a natural debuff.
Sometimes, ignorance really was bliss.
Old Li had been a special training instructor for ten years, sending off ten batches of students. Half of them failed their combat exams and faded into ordinary society.
The other half? Almost all of them were now fighting for their lives in the Origin Realm. His phone still held over two hundred numbers that would never ring again.
When the nest is overturned, no egg remains unbroken...
If the Origin Realm ever breached their world, there’d be no nation, no home left to speak of...
It was only because those who bore the weight of battle shielded the younger generation so well...
That these kids could still afford to bicker over personal gains.
He spoke again, his tone cutting.
"Don’t blame me for being harsh."
"Those whining about fairness—go look in the mirror and ask yourselves what the hell you’ve even accomplished."
"Let me ask you: Where are we right now?"
"Jiangxia’s Sixth Institute."
"You think this is about individual strength?"
"What kind of garbage have your teachers been feeding you?"
"You all dream of solo-clearing the Origin Realm? Of being some lone hero?"
"If you’re so damn talented, why are you stuck here? Why haven’t the First or Second Institute come begging for you?"
"Let’s be real—in my eyes, most of you won’t even reach beyond Tier Five or Six."
"I’ll bet anything that in ten years, even a D-class rift would chew you up as cannon fodder. Your only shot at survival is sticking together."
"You think when you’re out there, you can just complain to command? ‘This squad sucks, give me a better one’?"
"Back in my day, if anyone dared say that crap on the frontlines, I’d slap them bloody in front of everyone and ask if they’d woken up yet."
"You!"
"What gives you the right!"
"To call your future teammates ‘deadweight’ before the teams are even formed?"
"If that’s your attitude, get the hell out now."
"People like you would turn traitor the moment things got tough."
The scathing tirade left the entire class speechless.
After venting, Teacher Li realized he’d lost his composure.
Even with his tempered mindset, he couldn’t stomach hearing comrades dismissed as burdens.
Teammates?
In the Origin Realm, they’re the ones you trust with your life—the ones who’ve got your back till the end.
But then again...
Hell, what did these kids know?
All they cared about was the combat exams.
Their entire lives, they’d been fed this idea that failing the exams meant their futures were over.
As if the sky would collapse.
How...
Absurd.
He took a breath, softening his tone.
"Let me put it this way. Seven years ago, I was teaching at the Sixth Institute too. There was a student named Su Qi—sound familiar?"
"He shot straight to Tier Four right out the gate, even awakened a rare talent. The First Institute tried recruiting him."
"Know what he said?"
"‘Today, Jiangxia’s students pride themselves on joining the First Institute. But one day, they’ll take pride in joining the Sixth.’"
"‘Because I, Su Qi, walked its halls.’"
"That same year, he dominated the combat exams at Tier Five peak—top of Jiangxia, unstoppable."
"He believed he was destiny’s chosen, a brilliance too blinding for his peers."
"And then?"
"Just as everyone expected a Stellar Realm prodigy to rise from nothing, fists shattering all limits... he ignored warnings, charged solo into a D-class rift, boasting he’d ‘decapitate the enemy leader.’"
"He came back drenched in blood, clutching an alien’s head—but the fire in him was gone."
"Later tests showed his foundation had been damaged in the rift. The recovery would’ve cost a fortune in resources. He never bounced back."
"Last I heard, he’s just some washed-up novelist, drifting through life."
"Such a prodigy ending up like this."
"You bunch of 'mediocrities' still fantasizing about heroism? Got a death wish or what?"
...
Liu Yuan was stunned.
It seemed...
Her brother had indeed graduated from the Six Institutes too?
The name Su Qi—it couldn’t be a coincidence, could it?
Back then, she was too young to understand these things, let alone care about them.
Who would’ve thought that the same brother who couldn’t take his eyes off her white silk-clad legs had such a past?
Was it even real?
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
