"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!"
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."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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!
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
