A few minutes later, Su Yang and Xia Li stepped out onto the street, instantly immersing themselves in the "world of the future."
The sidewalks were bustling with crowds, colorful lights flickered everywhere, and vehicles of all kinds jostled for parking spaces along the road.
Xia Li pointed to the left and said, "This way."
"How much farther?"
"Just a few dozen meters, right up ahead."
"This street is so crowded—what if the place you mentioned is full?"
Xia Li chuckled. "Very possible~ Let’s check it out first. If there’s no space, we’ll go somewhere else."
"Fair enough."
As they chatted and weaved through the crowd, they drew frequent glances—some excited, some surprised, some shy—from the trendy young men and women around them.
The two of them were simply too striking in looks and stature. In less crowded places, it wasn’t as noticeable, but on a busy street like this, they stood out effortlessly.
Still, Su Yang had grown somewhat accustomed to these reactions by now. As for Xia Li, she was used to it—wherever she went, male attention was inevitable.
Good looks guaranteed a high rate of second glances, regardless of gender.
Soon, they arrived at what appeared to be an adorably themed "bar" by the roadside.
The shop was nestled on the left side of the street, its entrance crowned by a bright screen displaying four large, playful characters in colorful fonts: Zero Zero Grape Bar.
The sign flickered like the neon lights outside a hair salon.
The entrance sat atop a small platform, accessible by a wooden staircase from the street. The platform was decorated with cutouts of cartoon characters—mostly female—from various anime.
Su Yang, who didn’t watch anime, didn’t recognize a single one. He frowned slightly. "This is the place?"
"Yep, this is it. Ever been?"
"If I had, I wouldn’t be asking. Is this really a bar? Feels more like an anime merch store."
Xia Li blinked playfully. "You’ll see when we go in~ Come on."
She led the way up the wooden steps, and Su Yang, deciding not to overthink it, followed.
Pushing past a beaded curtain, they stepped through a glass door into the establishment.
Inside, a straight corridor stretched ahead, about two to three meters wide and seven to eight meters long.
The walls were painted in vibrant colors, illuminated on one side by yellow lights and the other by pink—creating a dreamy, psychedelic vibe reminiscent of the street outside.
Framed posters of anime girls in bikinis hung crookedly along both walls. The corridor was filled with the upbeat tune of a Japanese anime song.
Su Yang glanced around, puzzled. "This place feels... kinda weird."
Xia Li kept walking. "What’s weird about it? It’s just a bar. Hurry up."
At the end of the corridor stood a door designed to look like a futuristic refrigerator.
Su Yang stared at it, deep in thought. "Am I just old-fashioned? Is this how bars are now?"
Xia Li smirked. "How long has it been since you went out? Lots of bars are like this now—but this one’s a bit different. Come on, let me show you something new~"
With that, she pulled open the "fridge door" and stepped inside.
Su Yang followed, but what lay beyond wasn’t the typical bar or nightclub scene he’d imagined.
Instead, it was a small room, no more than ten square meters. To the left was a purple loveseat, and against the right wall stood a counter, behind which two women dressed as bunny girls were stationed.
One had long, ash-gray hair; the other, short chestnut-brown locks. Both wore large white bunny ears atop their heads.
Their outfits consisted of black, deep-V mini-dresses that left little to the imagination, paired with fishnet stockings.
As the newcomers entered, the two greeted them with sweet, practiced smiles. "Good evening, handsome and beautiful~ Welcome to Zero Zero Grape Bar!"
Their voices were sugary, their expressions demure. Su Yang swallowed subtly. Hmm? Now this is a look I can appreciate!
Xia Li approached the counter. "Any seats left inside?"
"Let me check for you~" The slightly plumper girl smiled and bent over to consult the computer.
Su Yang took a moment to study the two. At first glance, they were attractive—but upon closer inspection, their heavy makeup masked flaws that would likely drop their appeal from an 80 to a 60 or lower barefaced.
Still, in this moment, they were easy on the eyes—especially with the added bonus of their risqué outfits.
Once done with his appraisal, Su Yang stepped forward and grinned at the slimmer girl. "This bar’s got quite the unique vibe, huh? I thought the corridor would lead straight to the main area. Didn’t expect a separate reception room."
The girl beamed. "That’s right, sir! It’s our signature style. The bar’s just through that door~"
She gestured to an unremarkable wooden door. Oddly, no thumping music could be heard from the other side.
Su Yang raised an eyebrow. "Why’s it so quiet in there?"
"Our bar isn’t the loud, rowdy kind. It’s more... relaxed~"
"Ah, got it."
Just then, the plumper girl looked up at Xia Li. "You’re in luck—there’s one private room left!"
"Perfect. Book it for us."
"Right away~"
After a few quick taps on the keyboard, she nodded. "All set! Ran Ran, please escort them in~"
The slimmer girl—Ran Ran—smiled and stepped out from behind the counter. "This way, please~"
As Su Yang followed, he stole another glance and mused, Not bad at all~ Who knew Xia Li was into places like this?
[Ding! Host’s mood detected: currently enjoying himself. Reward: 800,000.]
Ran Ran led them to the door, twisted the handle, and pushed it open with a smile. "After you~"
Su Yang and Xia Li stepped through—and Su Yang’s brows lifted in surprise. "I thought this place would be small, but it’s huge?"
Beyond the door lay a space spanning nearly 300 square meters, its décor an explosion of anime-inspired kitsch—pink, fluffy, and overwhelmingly cute.
Half the area resembled a traditional bar’s open lounge, with irregularly arranged seating booths.
The other half featured futuristic "spaceship cabins"—private rooms shaped like interstellar vessels. Whether this sci-fi twist was intentional or just another layer of the bar’s chaotic charm was unclear.
The lighting here differed from the corridor’s, blending purples, blues, and reds into a neon-soaked, cyberpunk dreamscape.
The lighting inside was noticeably dimmer compared to the outside, giving off not just a cyberpunk vibe but also a faintly seedy roadside massage parlor feel.
The lounge was packed, every booth filled with uniformly young, attractive men and women chatting and laughing over drinks.
Almost every table had one or two girls dressed in sexy anime-style outfits accompanying the guests as they drank.
Su Yang swallowed hard and thought to himself, Damn, this service is next level.
He turned to Ran Ran beside him and asked, "Hey, those girls dressed like you—they’re all staff here, right?"
Ran Ran smiled and nodded. "That’s right, handsome~ Every table gets one staff member to help with service, and the first one’s complimentary. If you want more, though, there’s an extra charge."
Su Yang nodded. "Ah, got it. So that’s one of your shop’s specialties?"
"Yep~ One of the many," she replied playfully.
Hearing this, Su Yang smirked. "Alright then, lead the way."
Ran Ran gestured gracefully. "Right this way, handsome~"
......

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."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

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.”