"Got it~ Just a moment, you two~"
The young waiter smiled cheerfully before turning and jogging back into the restaurant.
Though Haicheng's summer nights were relatively cool, it was still August—the hottest time of the year.
Su Yang had worn two layers, which was a bit much. He took off his khaki-colored thin jacket and hung it on a nearby chair, revealing a plain white T-shirt underneath. His toned, muscular arms looked undeniably impressive.
Xu Zilin's eyes immediately lit up. She glanced at him and grinned. "Do you work out often?"
"Mm, just casually," he replied.
"Really? I love working out too~"
"I can tell—your figure is great," Su Yang said, unconsciously slipping into his usual appreciative gaze.
Xu Zilin wasn’t shy about the compliment. She smiled confidently, taking pride in the acknowledgment of her physique. She never felt uncomfortable being looked at.
Thinking she’d found common ground, Xu Zilin instantly became more talkative. She launched into an enthusiastic discussion about fitness, though Su Yang had barely ever worked out. The last time he’d done anything remotely close to exercise was years ago in his college dorm—twenty push-ups out of sheer boredom.
If not for the system, his body would probably be in worse shape than Meng Wenzhou’s.
As they chatted and waited, the street buzzed with activity. Every restaurant had crowds of customers sitting outside. Nearby tables erupted with laughter, drinking games, and lively chatter. The cool evening breeze brushed against everyone, making the atmosphere incredibly pleasant.
[Ding—Host is feeling relaxed and enjoying the moment. Reward: 800,000.]
As the saying goes, daytime is for survival, but nighttime is for living.
This was the reality for most modern "worker bees"—dragging themselves through the day in a daze, mechanically going through the motions of their jobs, occasionally enduring random scoldings from their bosses.
Only at night, when they could gather with friends for late-night snacks and beer, or curl up alone on the couch scrolling through TikTok, did they finally feel like themselves again.
Su Yang glanced at the people around him. Though many were laughing, he could still see traces of exhaustion in their eyes. It made him all the more grateful to have escaped that kind of life.
Without the system, he’d probably be rushing through this meal, watching the clock to make sure he didn’t stay out too late—lest he oversleep and get docked pay for being late to work tomorrow.
......
Soon, the waiter returned carrying a case of ice-cold "Brave the Seas" beer.
"Here’s your beer~" he announced, setting the case down beside Su Yang’s feet.
"The skewers will be ready soon, just a little longer."
"Sure, no rush," Su Yang replied. He opened the case, pulled out two bottles, and flicked off the caps effortlessly with his thumb, catching them mid-air with his left hand.
The whole thing took barely a second.
Both the waiter and Xu Zilin stared, stunned.
Xu Zilin’s mouth hung open as she mimicked the motion with her own thumb. "You… opened the bottle with your finger?"
Su Yang shrugged. "Practice makes perfect. You get used to it."
The waiter, still wide-eyed, exclaimed, "Dude, that’s insane! I’ve never seen anyone open a bottle like that before!"
Su Yang grinned. "Want me to teach you?"
"Uh… no thanks. Just thinking about it hurts," the waiter said before quickly retreating.
With a chuckle, Su Yang grabbed two disposable plastic cups and poured beer for himself and Xu Zilin.
"Here~"
Xu Zilin accepted the cup with a smile. "Thanks~"
"No problem. Cheers!"
"Sure! To our first late-night snack together—wait, no, what was I trying to say?"
She stumbled over her words, laughing awkwardly.
"You mean it’s fate, right?"
"Oh! Yeah, exactly."
"Definitely fate. Second time meeting, and we’re already sharing a meal. Anyway—cheers!"
"Cheers!"
They clinked glasses and drank.
"Ahhh, so good~"
Though Su Yang had the "Alcohol God" skill—meaning his body never absorbed any alcohol—it didn’t mean the drinks tasted any different. The flavor was still there, and he could enjoy it just like anyone else.
He refilled his cup immediately.
Two minutes later, the waiter returned with a massive plate of sizzling skewers.
"Here you go, sir and madam~" he said cheerfully, setting the plate on the wooden table.
"All your skewers are here. Oh, and the fifty grilled oysters will be ready soon."
"Thanks."
"No problem. Enjoy!" The waiter hurried off again.
Xu Zilin waved a hand over the skewers, fanning the aroma toward herself. "Wow, it’s been a while, but it still smells amazing. Su Yang, try it—tell me what you think."
She handed him a skewer of grilled kidney.
Su Yang took it with a grin. "Let’s see how good it really is."
He blew on it lightly before taking a bite.
After chewing for a moment, his face lit up. "Mm! Seriously good!! Love it!"
Xu Zilin looked as nervous as if she’d cooked the dish herself. Only after seeing his reaction did she relax and smile.
"Hehe, then eat up! Order more if you want~"
She picked up a skewer of grilled shrimp and started eating.
"The oysters are here!" The waiter reappeared, carrying a large plate.
"Sir, your oysters are ready. Try them—our grilled oysters are absolutely addictive."
"Yeah?" Su Yang grabbed one and ate it in one go.
Nodding as he chewed, he said, "Not bad at all. Different from the usual. I’ll be back."
"Great~ Glad you like them. Take your time!"
"Will do."
They drank and ate, polishing off all fifty oysters in no time—thirty for Su Yang, twenty for Xu Zilin.
"Didn’t expect you to have such an appetite~"
Xu Zilin giggled. "You know what they say—oysters are a man’s gas station and a woman’s beauty salon. I love them. Plus, I work out during the day, then stream for hours in the evening. I get hungry fast."
"True. They’re great—eat as much as you want. You’re not gaining weight anyway. Want another fifty?"
"No, no, we’ve still got so much food left," she said, waving her hand.
......
Before they knew it, the surrounding tables had all turned over with new customers.
Their entire case of twelve beers was empty—though Su Yang had drunk most of them.
Still, Xu Zilin had put away at least four or five bottles, which was impressive for most women.
Most guys couldn't handle this much alcohol, but she had already reached her limit. Her face was flushed red, one hand propping up her cheek while the other still clutched half a skewer of grilled lamb. She looked dazed, her eyes glazed over, her body swaying slightly.
Su Yang chuckled at the sight. "What's wrong? Did the food fry your brain?"
"Heh, no. Just a little dizzy," Xu Zilin replied, her head dipping down before jerking back up.

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!

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

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."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.