After showering and changing into fresh clothes, the group prepared to head out.
Meng Wenzhou lay on the bed, pulling out his phone to message in the group chat.
Lonely Like Me: @everyone, you guys ready yet? Can we go?
Night Crawler: All set, good to go whenever.
Army Crusher: Just finished showering, wait for me to put on something stylish.
......
In Su Yang and Pan Ning’s room, the two had showered one after the other.
Pan Ning changed into a fresh beige-checkered maxi dress, wearing a pink hairband and white sandals, looking both sexy and adorable.
Su Yang, as usual, wore a loose black-and-white T-shirt and shorts, though he’d also switched to sandals.
“Done?”
“Yeah, you hold onto the room key.” Pan Ning stood in front of the mirror fixing her hair.
“Got it. Guess I’m the responsible one in this household.”
After finishing her hair, Pan Ning turned around and spread her hands, asking Su Yang, “Well?”
“I wasn’t gonna compliment you—didn’t want you getting cocky—but I can’t help it. Two words: heavenly beauty!”
“Pfft, smooth talker.”
“Seriously, those celebrities and influencers can’t hold a candle to you.”
“Living under the same roof as a goddess like you? My life’s complete~”
Pan Ning rolled her eyes again. “Enough nonsense, let’s go.”
“Yeah, yeah. Tonight’s the night I get you drunk.”
......
One by one, the group changed and gathered in the hotel lounge to wait.
It was 9:30 PM, and the spacious, luxurious lounge was filled with tourists, all seemingly prepped for a night out.
The appearance of Su Yang’s crew caused a noticeable stir among the lounge guests.
The reason? Aside from Liu Bo, who was average-looking, the rest of the group were exceptionally good-looking.
A crowd of attractive young men and women together was bound to draw stares.
Su Yang, Pan Ning, Zhang Ziming, Shen Yixue, and Liu Bo sat on the sofa sipping coffee while waiting for Meng Wenzhou.
Seven or eight minutes later, Meng Wenzhou finally made his grand entrance like the protagonist of some drama.
“One more minute and we’d have left without you,” Pan Ning said, glaring at him.
Meng Wenzhou grinned. “Hey, nature calls, cut me some slack. I was ready to go, but my stomach had other plans.”
He wore a loud, colorful short-sleeved shirt and equally flashy board shorts as he strutted over.
“Seriously, old Meng, wearing sunglasses at night? Can you even see?” Su Yang teased.
“If I can’t, you’ll just have to guide me. Sunglasses on—no distractions.”
“Fine, fine. So, where are we headed?”
“Follow me! I’ve already arranged things with the venue. Hey, Liu Bo, did you call the car?”
Liu Bo stood up. “The driver’s been outside smoking two cigarettes already.”
“Perfect, then let’s move!” Meng Wenzhou seemed like a whole new person since arriving in Lucheng.
Refreshed and energized, he led the way toward the hotel entrance.
The others followed, stepping outside where a black Alphard had been waiting.
Twenty minutes later, the car arrived at Lucheng’s famous Qinghai Bay.
This was the most tourist-packed spot in the city, the liveliest of all its bays.
Meng Wenzhou hadn’t booked their hotel here precisely because the crowds made for a less comfortable stay.
After getting out, they were met with bustling streets. Even off-season, the area was packed with people—handsome guys, beautiful girls, and foreigners all dressed lightly for the warm night.
Street vendors sold refreshing coconuts, chilled desserts, and other Lucheng specialty drinks.
The group followed Meng Wenzhou through the crowd, naturally splitting into three pairs:
Meng Wenzhou and Liu Bo took the lead, Zhang Ziming and Shen Yixue walked hand-in-hand in the middle, while Su Yang and Pan Ning trailed at the back.
At a coconut stand, Su Yang noticed nearly everyone on the street holding one. Never having tried fresh coconut water, he felt tempted.
“You want one?”
“Yeah, it’s boiling out here!”
“Alright. Boss, two chilled coconuts, please.”
The vendor, busy peeling another customer’s coconut, glanced up and grinned. “Coming right up!”
A few minutes later, their coconuts were ready.
“Here you go, handsome, beautiful.” The vendor handed them over.
“How much?”
“Fifteen each, thirty total.”
“Got it.” Su Yang scanned the payment.
Beep.
By then, the others had already vanished into the crowd.
“Whoa, where’d they go?”
“No clue. I’ll ask for their location.” Pan Ning pulled out her phone to message them.
Su Yang took a sip of his coconut, expecting the sweet, creamy taste of the packaged coconut milk he’d grown up with.
Instead, it was a clear, nearly flavorless liquid.
Huh? Just water? Damn, how clueless can I be? Thinking coconuts had milk inside… he mocked himself inwardly.
Pan Ning checked her phone. “They sent the location. Let’s go.”
“Alright.”
The two strolled leisurely, sipping their coconuts.
After a couple of sips, Pan Ning frowned at hers, then suddenly snatched Su Yang’s coconut—ignoring whether he’d drunk from it—and took a sip.
Her expression brightened. “Mmm, yours is better. We’re swapping.”
Without waiting for his approval, she shoved her coconut into his hands and happily clung to his, drinking eagerly.
Su Yang froze, his heartbeat picking up. But knowing Pan Ning’s personality, he didn’t comment.
He watched her with amused fondness as she walked ahead.
The scene was so couple-like that passersby couldn’t help but stare. A few young guys shot Su Yang envious glares.
Unbothered, Su Yang caught up to Pan Ning and teased,
“Why’d you steal mine? I already drank from it—my saliva’s on that straw.”
“Yours tastes better. And so what if you drank from it? I don’t mind.”
Su Yang couldn’t help grinning. What’s her deal? Wait, let me check the system.
—System, show Pan Ning’s favorability.
[Pan Ning’s favorability toward host: 25]
—Huh? No increase? No way. There’s no freaking way this is 25-favorability behavior.
[System detection is normal. Host has no reason to doubt.]
—Not doubting you, just… confused about Pan Ning.
Su Yang glanced at her, baffled. He noticed she only acted this way with him.
Which made the 25 favorability even weirder. If Pan Ning liked him, the number should’ve gone up.
But Su Yang had tested it several times, and the result remained at 25—still stuck at the initial increase.
Su Yang couldn’t figure it out, so he decided to stop overthinking and test Pan Ning through action instead.
“How much longer?”
“Let me check.” Pan Ning picked up her phone and glanced at it. “Almost there. Just another five hundred meters. Looks like it’s by the beach.”
Su Yang nodded, thinking to himself, Should I try holding her hand over these last few hundred meters? If she pulls away, then the affection level really is just 25. But if she doesn’t, there must be some other reason she’s suppressing her feelings.
Lost in thought, he kept walking without noticing Pan Ning beside him.
Pan Ning quickly finished her coconut water and tossed the empty shell into a nearby trash bin.
When she looked up, she saw Su Yang walking ahead alone. She hurried to catch up, complaining, “Why are you walking so fast? Couldn’t you wait for me?”
“Huh?” Su Yang blinked, completely unaware that she had stepped away to throw something out.
Pan Ning shot him a glare—then did something he never expected.
Without hesitation, she reached out and looped her arm through his right one, pressing her side snugly against him.
It was the kind of intimate gesture only couples would make.
Su Yang’s heart skipped a beat, and his steps faltered.
“What’s wrong?” Pan Ning tilted her head up to ask.
“Uh… n-nothing. Let’s go.”
And so, the two of them walked closely pressed together toward their destination.
What the hell?! There’s no way this is just 25 affection points!
—System, confirm it again.
[Pan Ning's favorability toward Host: 25]
—Holy crap, is she trying to harvest my kidneys or something?
......

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.”

'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.

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.