Su Yang sat dumbfounded on the sofa.
—I... I haven’t even used it yet?
[Since the host has made up their mind, they will naturally use it.]
—You’re really something, alright, fine. You gave me this thing to save lives, so I’ll use it.
—By the way, what’s this stat card thing?
[Stat Card: Can be used on others to increase any one attribute by five points.]
—Damn, that’s awesome! I’ve got two of them—perfect timing to boost Mom and Dad’s constitution.
Su Yang thought to himself as he checked his phone—it was just noon.
Right then, his phone rang.
Su Yang picked it up and saw Zhao Mengrou’s name on the screen.
“Hey, sis, what’s up?”
“What do you mean ‘what’s up’? Are you treating me to lunch or not? It’s already noon, and I haven’t heard a peep from you.”
“Of course I am! I was just about to head out to buy groceries.” Su Yang chuckled.
“Good boy. Come pick me up, and we’ll go together.”
“No problem at all. You get me, right?”
“What’s there to ‘get’ or not get?”
“Nothing, I just mean I’d love for you to come along. Keeping it real!”
Zhao Mengrou rolled her eyes on the other end of the line.
After some more playful banter, they hung up.
Su Yang got up, took a quick shower, and changed into a fresh short-sleeve shirt and shorts.
As he walked to the entryway, his eyes landed on the three car keys resting on the side table.
“Huh? Wait, wait, wait—how the hell did I forget about the brand-new Maybach the system gave me?”
—System, where’s the Maybach key? In the inventory?
[Yes. Would you like to retrieve it?]
—Retrieve.
The moment Su Yang spoke, a sleek black key materialized on the table.
The Mercedes three-pointed star emblem gleamed at its center.
Su Yang grinned as he picked it up.
“Nice weight. You’re the one today!”
He slipped the key into his bag and headed out.
Soon, he arrived at the garage, where a brand-new two-tone Mercedes-Maybach S680 sat parked beside the Turbo S.
When he’d returned earlier, he hadn’t noticed the S680 occupying the spot—no wonder he’d forgotten about it.
Now, all four parking spaces were filled: an SUV, a top-tier luxury sedan, and two supercars.
Su Yang’s lips curled into an involuntary smile. “Life’s complete.”
Taking a closer look at the imposing S680, his face lit up with the same awe he’d felt when first seeing the McLaren Senna.
This car exuded sheer dominance—the ultimate status symbol for business elites and the wealthy. A ticket to the upper echelons.
The system’s gift was the top-tier S680, with a price tag exceeding four million. A limited edition would’ve cost an extra two or three million, and even then, money alone might not secure one.
You’re not lacking in status—you’re just missing a Maybach.
No one can feel insecure while sitting in a Maybach. Where charm fails, a Maybach opens doors.
Under the hood: a 6.0L V12 twin-turbo engine, 612 horsepower, 900 Nm of torque.
Stretching 5.47 meters long, it could hit 100 km/h in just 4.7 seconds. Drive this, and the car speaks for itself.
Su Yang swallowed hard and pressed the key fob.
The lights flashed, and the hidden door handles silently emerged.
Projected onto the ground on either side were the Maybach emblem and angel-wing motifs.
With a smirk, Su Yang pulled open the solid, luxurious door.
The interior was a vision in white—diamond-quilted Nappa leather seats, plush beyond measure, even extending to the roof.
When it came to opulence, Mercedes feared no rival.
Settling into the driver’s seat, Su Yang reveled in the perfection around him. The comfort here was worlds apart from the Senna’s race-bred stiffness.
[Ding! Detecting host’s extreme satisfaction. Reward: 2 million.]
The engine purred to life. Ambient lighting illuminated the cabin as the 4D Burmester sound system’s rotating speakers emerged. The meteor shower headlights cast a radiant glow ahead.
“This car is next-level insane!”
“Gotta blast the Maybach anthem for this moment.”
Su Yang queued up a trending TikTok hit.
The opening notes filled the cabin through the Burmester speakers—so crisp, it felt like the artist was right beside him, singing just for him.
[Ding! Host’s enjoyment detected again. Reward: 2 million.]
Snapping back to reality, Su Yang realized he hadn’t stopped smiling since laying eyes on the car.
A glance at the clock—time to fetch Zhao Mengrou before her follow-up call arrived.
A gentle tap on the accelerator, and the S680 glided out of the garage.
Su Yang had driven to Zhao Mengrou’s place once before. His sense of direction was sharp—no GPS needed after a single trip.
Oceanview Estates wasn’t far. Soon, he pulled up outside her apartment complex.
Just then, Zhao Mengrou stepped out, dressed in a white off-shoulder bodycon dress and black heels.
Her hair flowed, her figure flawless.
Spotting the two-tone luxury sedan idling at the curb, she frowned and dialed Su Yang.
“Yeah?” He answered, lowering the passenger window with a grin as their eyes met.
Whoa. Going for the bombshell look today?
Zhao Mengrou froze, lips parting slightly, eyes wide.
Su Yang laughed. “What’re you staring at? Get in!”
A screech from her phone reminded Zhao Mengrou she was still holding it to her ear.
Hanging up, she approached the passenger side.
“You... bought another car?”
“Nah, had this one for a while. These aren’t exactly off-the-lot purchases.”
“Oh.” Still dazed, she nodded.
Su Yang flashed a grin. “Hop in. Can’t park here long—traffic cams love this spot.”
“Right, right.” She hurried inside.
As the Maybach merged into traffic, Su Yang shot her a glance.
“Looking even hotter since last time, Mengrou.”
She glared. “Your mouth’s getting slicker by the day.”
“Heh. Slick and nimble.”
“Nimble how?” She blinked.
“Uh, never mind. How’ve you been?”
“Same old. Swamped lately.”
"You don't have work today, right? What's keeping you so busy?" Su Yang asked.
Zhao Mengrou sighed. "Family matters. I've been busy these past few days with the newly renovated apartments at home."
"Several apartments?!" Su Yang repeated in shock.
"Oh, they're just small ones—nothing compared to yours."
"Your family’s got it made. Just collecting rent would set you up for life."
Zhao Mengrou fiddled with her seat for a while before reclining it to lie down. "Eh, it is what it is. Not starving, but not getting rich either."
"Come on, be grateful. Your family’s situation is a lifelong dream for most people." As he spoke, Su Yang turned left onto a new road.
Zhao Mengrou tilted her head toward him and smirked. "Still doesn’t hold a candle to yours."
"Why compare yourself to me? Anyway, what do you want for dinner tonight?"
Zhao Mengrou gazed at the car ceiling, thinking. "Anything’s fine. Hey, where’s Xiao Man?"
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?"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?"
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.”
