Twenty minutes later, Su Yang drove back to Senhai Manor.
It took him two trips to carry all the purchased items into the house and put them away.
"Hmm, it’s starting to feel a bit more like home now," Su Yang remarked with a satisfied smile as he glanced around at the arranged items.
By then, it was already afternoon. Feeling somewhat exhausted, Su Yang sprawled on the sofa and picked up his phone to scroll through Douyin.
Upon opening the app, he noticed a flood of unread messages.
"Damn, I completely forgot about adding that streamer on WeChat earlier," he muttered to himself.
He tapped into the messages and saw, aside from one unread message from Lin Yiyi, numerous private messages from strangers.
Most were variations of "let’s get to know each other," while two girls had even sent him provocative photos along with their WeChat IDs.
Su Yang clicked on the photos, shook his head, and chuckled. "Being rich sure makes flirting easy. Just by throwing around some gifts, girls are sliding into my DMs. Never had this kind of luck before."
However, after a quick look, he wasn’t particularly impressed and decided to ignore them.
Finally, he opened Lin Yiyi’s chat.
"Hey, Grocery Guy, here’s my WeChat ID. Add me so we can be friends!"
With a smirk, Su Yang replied, "Ok," then copied her WeChat ID, switched to the app, and sent her a friend request.
Returning to Douyin, Su Yang prepared to use the system’s scanning feature to scout for potential talents.
Just as he reopened the chat interface, he noticed Lin Yiyi’s profile picture flashing—she was live.
"Huh? She’s streaming?" Without hesitation, he tapped into her livestream.
The moment he entered, a notification popped up: "Grocery Guy in a Sports Car has joined the stream."
Lin Yiyi immediately leaned closer to the camera, beaming. "Wow, welcome, Grocery Guy! You finally made it!"
Meanwhile, comments flooded the chat:
—The big boss is here!
—Is this the guy who dropped 20 Galaxy gifts last time?
—Yep, that’s him—the mysterious 'Boss Veggie.'
Right then, another high-profile viewer, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" (Level 65), made a grand entrance with flashy effects.
—Whoa, a Level 65 whale!
—Who’s this new legend?
—No idea. Never expected a small streamer’s room to have two big spenders.
Lin Yiyi welcomed the newcomer warmly before launching into a PK battle.
On the split screen appeared another streamer, "Little Radish," who was equally stunning and charismatic.
Su Yang found her appealing and mentally prompted:
—System, scan this 'Little Radish.'
[Li Meng, Age: 23]
[Height: 167cm]
[Weight: 56kg]
[Appearance: 80]
[Figure: 82]
[Relationships: 3, currently taken]
—An 80 is decent, but not enough for binding. Pass.
The two streamers began discussing PK penalties.
"How about the loser dances?" Little Radish suggested.
"Sure! Let’s mute and start."
The five-minute PK commenced.
Immediately, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" gifted two "Douyin No. 1" rockets.
"OMG, thank you, Lonely Bro! You’re insane—two big rockets right off the bat! Much love!" Lin Yiyi gushed, eyes sparkling.
Fresh out of college, Lin Yiyi had initially dabbled in streaming for fun, knowing her looks could draw attention.
But she never expected it to be this lucrative. At first, her streams barely pulled in single-digit viewers.
Gradually, her audience grew to 30–40, earning her around 100 yuan after 4–5 hours.
However, after Su Yang’s lavish gift spree, her channel exploded.
Now, even on slow days, she had 70–80 viewers, usually hovering around 300–400.
Earning 300–400 yuan daily was far better than slogging through a soul-crushing 9-to-5—no bosses, no overtime, just dancing and chatting.
And when whales like Su Yang appeared? A few minutes could net her thousands. Why bother with that "stupid, godawful day job"?
...
“Come on, guys, boost the engagement! If you can, throw some popularity votes my way. Thanks, everyone!”
Suddenly, Little Radish’s score—previously at zero—surged past Lin Yiyi’s. Clearly, her side had a whale dropping Galaxy gifts.
Su Yang lounged on the sofa, watching like a hidden tycoon. With millions in his account, money was his confidence.
He wasn’t in a rush—he’d swoop in last-minute for a steal.
But just as he plotted, "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible" countered with two Galaxies, reclaiming the lead.
"Woo! Two Galaxies from Lonely Bro! You’re the GOAT! Sending hearts!"
—Level 65 whales don’t play around. Galaxies on demand.
—No way the other side catches up now.
—Don’t forget, Boss Veggie hasn’t even moved yet.
—Hell yeah!
Meanwhile, in a Haicheng café...
A stylish, 25-year-old man—lean, handsome, and oozing wealth—lounged with his phone, flanked by a chubby companion.
"So, Brother Meng, you into this streamer?"
"Not really. She’s just decent. Dropping a bit of cash is nothing."
"True. Pocket change for you."
This was "How Lonely It Is to Be Invincible"—Meng Wenzhou, a well-known Haicheng heir.
He mused, "These netizens keep hyping up some 'Boss Veggie.' Wonder if he’s legit."
His chubby friend laughed. "Boss Veggie? More like Boss Side Dish next to you."
"Let’s see if he makes a move."
Half the PK time had elapsed.
Lin Yiyi led by 3,000 points, but the gap felt fragile—Little Radish’s side was gaining fast.
"Everyone, tap those like buttons! If you can, throw some votes! Love you all!" she urged.
Then—boom—Little Radish overtook her by 10,000 points.
—Damn, the other side’s going hard.
—Gonna lurk their stream real quick.
Su Yang, meanwhile, had been busy topping up his account with another 500,000 yuan.
Might as well load up now for future convenience.
[Ding! Hidden random cashback triggered: 3,000,000 yuan awarded for spending 500,000 yuan.]
—Holy—! A hidden feature?
—System, you’re full of surprises. Can’t even spend it all fast enough! Heh.
Back in the stream, with 50 seconds left, Lin Yiyi trailed by 20,000 points.
Lin Yiyi grew a little anxious as she watched the score. Even though losing only meant she had to dance, she couldn’t understand why she felt so uneasy.
"Are there any brothers who can help Yiyi with some votes?"
Seeing that time was almost up, Su Yang tapped on the gifts and sent out a "Huazi," instantly pushing her score past Little Radish’s again.
"Wow! Thank you, Brother Grocery! You finally made your move—love you, love you!"
—Boss Grocery is starting to show his power!
—Let me see just how amazing this Boss Grocery really is. I missed seeing it last time.
—Well, get ready, because when Boss Grocery steps in, it’s at least ten Huazi to start.
—Incredible.
Meng Wenzhou watched as Su Yang sent out one Huazi and smiled faintly. "It’s finally begun."
Without hesitation, he sent out five Huazi in a row.
"Holy cow!! Thank you, Brother Lonely! You’re the best!"
Seeing this, Su Yang thought to himself, "Oh, so Little Lonely wants to steal my spotlight, huh? Fine, let’s play."

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."

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!

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?"

't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.