Zilin let out an excited shout.
The process was quick—the acceleration of the Senna was no joke, overtaking the Tesla in mere seconds. After passing it, Su Yang pulled the car over to the side of the road and stopped.
Zilin and her friend followed suit, parking beside him.
The three stepped out of their cars, and Su Yang grinned. "Did you get the footage?"
"Yeah, we got it! That was absolutely insane!" Zilin replied, her eyes drifting toward Su Yang's car.
"So, what's your name, handsome?"
"Su Yang."
"Nice to officially meet you. I'm Xu Zilin, and this is my best friend, driver, and video editor, Xia Wanqing."
Zilin gestured toward the Mercedes G-Class nearby.
Su Yang's gaze shifted from Xia Wanqing's car to her face. "Nice to meet you both."
"Hey there, Su Yang!" Xia Wanqing flashed a sweet smile, her crescent-moon eyes crinkling.
She was about the same height as Xu Zilin, both around 165 cm, though Xia Wanqing looked at least ten pounds heavier.
But on her own, she didn’t appear overweight—just pleasantly curvy, the kind of figure many would call "perfectly proportioned."
Their looks were fairly evenly matched, but if given the choice, 99% of guys would probably pick Xia Wanqing’s type.
"Nice to meet you too," Su Yang greeted her.
At that moment, Xu Zilin pulled out another phone from her bag and looked at Su Yang. "Su Yang, could we add you on WeChat?"
"Sure!"
Su Yang took out his phone and added both of them one after the other.
To him, these were just additional contacts—resources he’d never say no to.
While doing so, he silently called up his system in his mind.
—System, scan these two girls.
[Xu Zilin, Age: 23]
[Height: 164 cm]
[Weight: 52.5 kg]
[Looks: 80]
[Body: 84]
[Relationships: 2, currently taken]
[Xia Wanqing, Age: 23]
[Height: 165 cm]
[Weight: 58 kg]
[Looks: 81]
[Body: 92]
[Relationships: 1, single]
—Not bad, not bad at all.
Just then, Xu Zilin checked her filming phone and announced, "Alright, guys, I’m logging off for now! Wait for the video update!"
With that, she ended the livestream and put her phone away.
Then she turned back to Su Yang. "Su Yang, are you free later? We’d love to treat you to dinner."
Su Yang smiled politely and declined. "Sorry, I actually have something to take care of. Maybe next time?"
Hearing this, Xu Zilin didn’t push further. She chuckled. "No worries! If you’re busy, we won’t keep you. Let’s do it another time."
"Sounds good. I’ll head out first." Su Yang got back into his car and sped off.
As soon as he left, Xia Wanqing nudged Xu Zilin playfully. "Liking the guy, huh?"
"What? Just because he’s good-looking and drives a top-tier supercar doesn’t mean I’m into him. Remember, I have a boyfriend!"
"Then why’d you invite him to dinner?" Xia Wanqing stuck out her tongue.
"It’s just common courtesy—he helped us film. No big deal."
"But he turned you down."
"He said he was busy. Ugh, whatever. Let’s just go back and edit the video. This one’s gonna blow up for sure."
......
Twenty minutes later, Su Yang was back home. He made himself an iced Americano, plopped onto the couch, and lit a Shengshi cigarette.
As smoke curled around him, he muttered, "What’s going on with Lu Yun? Something feels off."
After a moment of thought, he gave up guessing and just dialed Lu Yun’s number.
The phone rang for a long time with no answer.
Su Yang frowned at his screen. "This isn’t right. Not at all. Did something happen?"
Just as he was wondering, Lu Yun called back.
Su Yang answered immediately. "Lu Yun?"
"Yeah, sorry, Su Yang. Some family stuff came up, and I’ve been swamped. Didn’t get a chance to reply."
Su Yang exhaled in relief. "You okay?"
"I’m fine."
"Good. But… what’s going on with your family? Can you tell me?"
There was a pause before Lu Yun spoke again. "My dad..."
‘Damn. Did he pass?’ Su Yang thought, but he waited without interrupting.
"A few days ago, my dad suddenly felt really sick. My mom took him to the hospital, and… they found out he has… liver cancer."
Lu Yun’s voice was heavy, on the verge of tears.
Su Yang froze, his expression turning serious. "That’s… damn. I’m not great with words, but… was it caught early, or…?"
"Late stage."
Su Yang: "......"
"Could it be a misdiagnosis?"
"No. My mom double-checked with the doctors."
After another beat of silence, Su Yang asked, "Which hospital are you at? I’ll come by."
"I’m not in Haicheng. My dad’s at Yangcheng Third People’s Hospital. But don’t bother coming."
"Why not?"
"The doctors said it’s too late. If he stays for treatment, he might have a month left. Without it… maybe two weeks at most."
Lu Yun struggled through the words, then took a breath before continuing. "My mom couldn’t keep it from him, but my dad’s handling it well. He doesn’t want treatment—says he’d rather spend his last days at home. Once he decides something, there’s no changing his mind. So we’re probably discharging him today."
Su Yang thought for a moment. "That might be for the best. If he’s in good spirits, maybe being home will help."
Lu Yun sighed. "No… not with late-stage cancer. If it were early, maybe."
The line fell quiet for a while before Su Yang spoke again. "I still remember meeting your dad a few times in high school. Once, during parent-teacher conferences, my parents couldn’t make it. He heard I’d bombed a test and was scared of getting chewed out at home… so he came over to comfort me."
Lu Yun listened silently, tears finally spilling over.
"He left a really strong impression on me—such a kind man."
Hearing Lu Yun’s quiet sobs, Su Yang sighed. "Just let him have his way these last days. If it were me, I wouldn’t want to die in a hospital either."
Then, suddenly, his eyes lit up.
‘Wait—!! Didn’t the system give me some kind of… revival card or something?!’
—System! That "cure-all" thing you gave me earlier—explain it again.
System: "......"
[Not a revival card. It’s a Miracle Cure card. Dead is dead—I can’t fix that.]
—Well, he’s not dead yet! Spit it out.
【Cure-All Card: Can heal any disease in the world, one-time use】
—Hiss!! Gone after one use?
【Yes】
—Could you... give me another one?
System: ......
【Host may have a chance to obtain another Cure-All Card by engaging in more life-enjoying activities】
—Tch, fine, whatever. Let’s drop it for now.
After swiftly concluding his mental exchange with the system, Su Yang continued, "Lu Yun, send me your home address. I’ll head back to Yangcheng tomorrow to check on your dad."
"You..." Lu Yun hesitated, swallowing back her words.
"Alright, I’ll send it to you later."
Su Yang reassured her, "You must be exhausted after these past few days. Go home and get some proper rest tonight. Don’t overthink things—everything will work out."
Lu Yun wiped away her tears and sighed. "Okay, I’ll go take care of things then."
"Sure, take care of yourself."
The call ended, and Su Yang flopped onto the couch, scratching his head. ‘Damn, this thing’s way too precious. Should I really use it?’
"Honestly, I’m kinda reluctant!"
"Ah, whatever. This thing exists to save lives, and now’s the time for it to shine. Saving a life is worth more than building a seven-story pagoda—plus, it’s someone I care about. Why am I even hesitating? It’s not like I need it right now anyway. It’s not gonna multiply if I hoard it, and I’ll probably get another one later."
"Her dad’s probably around the same age as mine, early fifties. If he were in his seventies or eighties, I might’ve held back. But he’s still young. If he’s gone just like that, Lu Yun would lose her father."
"Ugh, it’s just a card. I’m using it!!"
【Ding! Only a heart filled with love can warm every corner of the world】
【Detected host’s boundless compassion, willingly sacrificing a rare item to save another. This selfless spirit has earned the system’s admiration. Reward: 50 million, Novice Combat Skill upgraded to Intermediate, +1 Physique, +3 Charm, and two new Attribute Boost Cards】
......

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.”

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.

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

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?"