Soon, Liu Bo had arranged over a dozen sheets of paper in a circle around everyone. Each sheet bore a different word:
"Yes."
"No."
"I don’t know."
"Present."
"Absent."
"Allowed."
"Not allowed."
"Angry."
"Happy."
"Warning!"
"Danger!"
......
Su Yang leaned down to examine them one by one, curiosity piqued. "What do these words mean?"
Liu Bo chuckled. "Once we summon the Bottle Spirit, we’ll ask it questions, and these words will be its answers."
"Summon it? How?" Zhang Ziming looked utterly baffled—clearly, he’d never played this kind of game before.
Liu Bo wasn’t sure how to explain either. He sat down and said, "Don’t rush. Everyone, sit properly and hold hands in a circle."
As he spoke, he reached out to Liu Meng and Liu Wenxin beside him.
Liu Meng laughed. "I have a strong suspicion you’re using this game as an excuse to cop a feel."
"How is holding hands copping a feel?" Liu Bo took Liu Meng’s hand with his left and grasped Liu Wenxin’s with his right.
Liu Wenxin, her face tense, asked, "Why do I feel a little creeped out already?"
"We haven’t even started yet. Don’t worry, I’ve got plenty of yang energy."
The others followed suit, linking hands with those beside them. Su Yang, seated between Pan Ning and Tang Ziyun, naturally took their hands.
Everyone sat on the circular sofa, hands joined, staring at the slips of paper on the table.
Liu Bo cleared his throat. "Alright, let’s begin. Everyone, repeat after me: ‘Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, you are my past life, I am your present. If you wish to reconnect our fate, reveal yourself now!’"
After reciting it, Liu Bo glanced around. "Why are you all just sitting there? Say it with me."
"Ugh, can we not do this? It’s so creepy!" Xia Keke protested.
"No, we’ve already started. We have to finish the ritual. Come on, repeat after me."
Together, they chanted, "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, you are my past life, I am your present. If you wish to reconnect our fate, reveal yourself now!"
Once the chant ended, Liu Bo stood up and spun the black beer bottle placed at the center of the table.
Swish, swish, swish.
A few seconds later, the bottle stopped, its neck pointing at the slip that read "Present."
"The Bottle Spirit is here!" Liu Bo exclaimed.
Su Yang smirked. "You arranged the papers in a circle—no matter where it stops, it’ll always land on something."
Liu Bo shot him a stern look. "Brother Yang, don’t speak carelessly. The Bottle Spirit has manifested."
He spun the bottle again, asking aloud, "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we’d like to ask you some questions. Can you answer us?"
The bottle stopped, its neck aligned with "Allowed."
"Holy shit!!" Zhang Ziming shot to his feet, eyes fixed on the bottle.
"Coincidence, right?!"
The girls shuddered, goosebumps rising on their skin.
Ignoring Zhang Ziming, Liu Bo spun the bottle once more. "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, will I find a girl to love deeply in the future?"
Su Yang rolled his eyes. "Could you ask something more serious?"
But the bottle was already slowing down. Moments later, it pointed again to "Allowed."
"What the hell?! This is too freaky!" Su Yang stared in disbelief.
Liu Bo beamed. "Thank you, Bottle Spirit!"
"Let me try." Su Yang stood and took the bottle, giving it a spin. He tossed out a casual question: "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, am I handsome?"
The bottle slowed, then stopped at "Yes."
"No way!!" Su Yang shuddered, the hairs on his arms standing on end.
Meng Wenzhou frowned. "There’s no way it’s this accurate. There are so many slips on the table."
"Want to test it yourself?" Liu Bo handed him the bottle.
Meng Wenzhou grinned. "Sure, why not?"
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, are you inside this villa right now?"
"Ugh, don’t ask stuff like that!" Xia Keke cried out.
But Meng Wenzhou had already spun the bottle.
Ten seconds later, it landed on "Present."
"Ahhh!! I’m done, I’m not playing anymore!!" Han Xiaoyu scrambled onto the sofa, curling into a ball.
"What’s there to fear? The Bottle Spirit is friendly." Liu Bo spun the bottle again. "Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we’re all good people. How are you feeling right now?"
The bottle pointed to "Happy."
Liu Bo laughed. "See? The Bottle Spirit is happy. It means no harm."
The sight of the "Happy" slip eased the girls’ nerves slightly.
Zhang Ziming grabbed the bottle. "This is insane. My turn."
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, is there anything unclean in this villa? Answer yes or no."
He spun the bottle.
As it slowed, everyone held their breath.
The neck came to rest on "Yes."
"Ahhh, stop, stop! We really can’t keep playing!!" Xia Keke yelped.
Tang Ziyun, frightened, clung to Su Yang’s arm.
"Come on, I still have so many questions!" Zhang Ziming scowled. "I don’t believe this! Bottle Spirit, are you messing with me? This is a five-star hotel—there’s no way anything unclean is here!"
He spun the bottle again.
This time, it landed on "Angry."
"What the—?"
Pan Ning instinctively moved closer to Su Yang.
Tang Ziyun whispered fearfully, "Did it actually get angry?"
Su Yang smiled faintly. "Relax. Probably just Liu Bo rigging it. No way every answer could be this precise."
Liu Bo quickly pulled Zhang Ziming back. "What are you doing? You pissed off the Bottle Spirit!"
"Then what do we do?"
"Now we have to send it back."
"You do it. You’re the one who summoned it."
"Bottle Spirit, oh Bottle Spirit, we were disrespectful earlier. Our questions are finished now. Please return to your realm!" Liu Bo solemnly spun the bottle one last time.
Su Yang took a deep breath, watching the table.
After more than ten seconds, the bottle stopped—pointing straight at "Warning!"
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!
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."
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.
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
