"Alright then."
"Let me confirm one last time—you’re not joking, right?"
"If you just want to go check it out, you don’t need me to ask my friend. You can go by yourself."
Su Yang spread his hands and grinned. "Do I look like I’m joking?"
Truthfully, as Zhao Mengrou had said, Su Yang could go alone. Asking for her help was mostly to get a discount or some freebies.
But honestly, that wasn’t the main point. The real reason he’d asked Zhao Mengrou was to quickly raise her affection toward him.
Not only would that earn him more rewards, but it would also bring their relationship to the next level.
"Fine." Zhao Mengrou exhaled and pulled out her phone.
"Should I ask her now?"
"Sure, let’s set a time. Though I probably can’t go today—I have to head out soon."
"Let me check first." Zhao Mengrou started typing on WeChat.
While waiting, Su Yang got up to pour himself a glass of water.
Two minutes later, Zhao Mengrou put her phone down and looked at him. "I asked. My friend happens to be off today. If you want to go, tomorrow or the day after works—she’ll be there on the weekend."
"Alright, let’s do tomorrow at noon. I’ll message you then."
Zhao Mengrou stood up with a light smile. "Sounds good. I’ll wait for your message."
She grabbed her small leather bag and was about to leave but hesitated, turning back to remind him, "I’ve already put in a word for you, so don’t stand me up, okay?"
"Don’t worry, I’m not that kind of guy." Su Yang flashed a grin.
"Good. See you."
With that, Zhao Mengrou strode toward the door without another thought.
"Take care, Sister Zhao!" Su Yang waved playfully from behind.
Hearing this, Zhao Mengrou suddenly spun around with a stern expression. "Stop calling me ‘Sister Zhao’ all the time. Do I really look that old to you?"
"Uh… then what should I call you? Mengrou? Doesn’t that sound a bit too familiar?" Su Yang scratched his head.
"What’s wrong with that? From now on, call me that. No more ‘sister’—it makes me feel ancient."
"Uh… sure, if you’re fine with it."
"I am. Bye." Zhao Mengrou gave him a radiant smile before leaving.
Once she was gone, Su Yang flopped onto the couch, feeling utterly relaxed and content. In all his life, he’d never felt this happy or confident.
The entire conversation with Zhao Mengrou had been effortless and natural—something unimaginable before. In the past, he’d barely managed a greeting when talking to a beauty like her.
It just proved one thing: money gave a man confidence. At least, that was true for most men.
[Ding! Zhao Mengrou’s affection toward the host has increased to 30 (Acquaintance).]
The system’s voice suddenly rang out.
Su Yang flinched. "Damn, you scared me!"
He still wasn’t used to the system’s random announcements, but the sound was music to his ears.
"Already at 30 after just this? Not bad at all." He couldn’t help but smirk.
—Hey system, show me my current stats.
[Host: Su Yang]
[Age: 24]
[Height: 180cm]
[Weight: 73kg]
[Appearance: 88]
[Physique: 65]
[Body: 90]
[Charm: 90]
[Skills: Body Management Master]
[Bound Target: Zhao Mengrou]
[Balance: ¥0]
Su Yang studied the virtual screen in front of him. His appearance, body, and charm stats had all been updated.
His appearance had gone from 84 to 88—not a huge leap, since he was already decent-looking. He’d just never put much effort into grooming due to work, making him seem average.
The real shockers were his body and charm, which had skyrocketed by 20 points each.
Before gaining the Body Management Master skill, both stats were at a mediocre 70. Now, with body and charm at 90 and appearance at 88, he could only imagine the heads he’d turn on the street.
After a brief moment of smug satisfaction, Su Yang headed to the bathroom for a quick shower, then changed into simple, sharp-looking clothes.
He planned to do a little shopping—time to upgrade his wardrobe with things he could never afford before.
LV was a must. Now that he had money, his style had to match.
Not that regular clothes were ugly or poor quality.
An LV T-shirt cost anywhere from 5,000 to 20,000 yuan. Was it really that much better than a 100-yuan one?
Not really. The price was inflated, but people still paid it.
Why?
For status. To subtly flex their wealth and drop an invisible flex.
Plus, for most wealthy people, a few thousand was pocket change—hardly worth a second thought.
The old Su Yang would’ve never understood this. Back then, he was too poor.
He’d even resented the rich, thinking anyone who spent thousands on clothes was an idiot or a show-off.
But now that he could afford it, his perspective had completely shifted.
......
Soon, Su Yang grabbed his Porsche key from the table and stepped out the door.
He couldn’t wait to see his new car.
Just a few steps from his building, he spotted a sleek, silver 992 Turbo S parked about ten meters away.
His eyes lit up as he hit the unlock button on the key fob.
The headlights flashed instantly.
"Holy crap! That’s insanely cool!!"
Su Yang jumped in excitement before sprinting toward the car.
The 911 Turbo S wasn’t as flashy as a Lamborghini or Ferrari—it was more understated, like a well-behaved honor student.
But when it came to performance, it could hold its own against the best.
That was exactly why Su Yang loved it. It let him flex without being obnoxious.
The most lethal flexes were the subtle ones.
And let’s be real—it was still a Porsche. That badge alone would attract plenty of women.
As everyone knew, Porsches came with a built-in "girl magnet" feature.
......
Su Yang yanked the door open and slid into the driver’s seat, heart racing.
The moment he sat down, the system chimed in again.
[Ding! Detecting the host’s lack of driving experience. An additional Professional Racecar Driver skill has been gifted.]
Su Yang blinked, then laughed.
—System, you’re literally my godfather!
—You think of everything.
It was true. Without this skill, he might not even know how to start the car.
After all, he’d only gotten his license in college and hadn’t driven since.
Let alone a million-dollar sports car.
After acquiring the new skill, Su Yang instantly felt a flood of driving techniques and an intimate familiarity with vehicles surge through his mind—like a professional racer sitting behind the wheel of a family car, handling it with effortless ease.
A smile tugged at his lips as he carefully examined the interior. The dark gray-black upholstery matched his taste perfectly, and every optional feature seemed tailored to his preferences. It was as if the system had scanned him thoroughly from the very beginning.
He couldn’t wait to test the car’s ferocious performance.
The moment he twisted the ignition knob on the left side of the steering wheel—
Vroooom!
The engine roared to life with a wild, unrestrained growl.
Su Yang’s face flushed with excitement, his heart pounding.
"One of my dream cars—claimed!"
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
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.
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?"
