With a mix of wry amusement and pity in his heart, Lin Yu let out a light sigh, preparing to step in.
He couldn’t just stand by and let Tang Manman be bullied like this. Given the temper of those delinquent girls, who knew what kind of despicable things they might do?
If they took compromising photos of her, Tang Manman’s life would be ruined.
Just as Lin Yu was about to intervene and put an end to the bullying, his peripheral vision caught a familiar face in the crowd.
It was the delicate-looking boy who had been helping out at Tang Manman’s mother’s food stall the day before.
Tang Manman’s childhood friend.
And—the male lead of this erotic manga! (Though the kind who gets cuckolded.)
Recognizing him, Lin Yu relaxed slightly.
Good. Now he wouldn’t have to get involved himself. It was better to minimize interactions with Tang Manman, especially something as cliché as a heroic rescue that would skyrocket her affection for him.
But as he waited for the boy to step in, something felt off. A nagging suspicion crept into Lin Yu’s mind.
Wait a minute—
Lin Yu suddenly realized.
The boy was standing even closer to the scene than he was, meaning he must have arrived earlier.
So he must have seen Tang Manman being bullied long before Lin Yu did.
Then why hadn’t he done anything to help her yet?
Unless…
Lin Yu’s eyes locked onto the boy’s timid, fearful gaze. Shock and frustration surged through him.
You’re the male lead! The childhood friend, the official love interest in this erotic manga!
And you’re just going to stand there and watch the girl who’s practically your girlfriend get humiliated like this?
Are you even a man?!
Angry as he was, Lin Yu held back from acting rashly.
Maybe there was a reason the boy hadn’t stepped in yet?
Perhaps he’d only just arrived?
Or maybe he had some unspeakable circumstances…
Damn it.
No excuses.
If you can’t even stand up for your almost-girlfriend when she’s being bullied like this, you’re just a spineless coward!
While Lin Yu was mentally cursing the boy, the purple-haired delinquent girl tormenting Tang Manman made her next move.
Annoyed by the growing crowd, she barked a few curses before grabbing Tang Manman by the collar of her school uniform and dragging her toward the girls’ restroom.
The circle of delinquent girls parted, and now everyone in the hallway could see Tang Manman being bullied.
With the obstruction gone, Tang Manman’s eyes swept over the crowd—and landed on her childhood friend.
A flicker of hope lit up her tear-filled, terrified gaze. She reached out toward him, silently pleading for him to save her from this nightmare.
At last, the boy stopped playing the role of a coward.
With newfound determination, he took a step forward.
But that was all.
After just one step, a short delinquent boy with hair dyed red, yellow, and green blocked his path.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!” the multicolored gremlin snarled.
The delicate boy wasn’t short—in fact, he was quite tall, towering over the gremlin by at least a head.
Yet despite his physical advantage, he froze under the gremlin’s glare, too scared to even argue back.
Like a cat terrified of a mouse.
The brief flash of courage in his eyes dissolved back into fear and weakness. A complete and utter coward.
Sensing his timidity, the gremlin pressed his advantage. He jumped up and slapped the boy across the face, shouting,
“Get lost!”
The boy took the hit without resistance. After the gremlin’s roar, he cast one last fearful glance past him—toward Tang Manman, now being dragged into the restroom by the delinquent girls.
Then, shamefaced, he lowered his head and retreated into the crowd without a word.
The gremlin smirked, shaking out his stinging hand as he jeered at the boy’s retreating back,
“Who the hell do you think you are, trying to play the hero?”
Tang Manman’s eyes dimmed, all hope extinguished. The light in them shattered like dull, broken glass.
Leaning against the wall, hidden in the crowd, Lin Yu was speechless.
This guy really is the definition of spineless.
No wonder he gets cuckolded!
Watching Tang Manman being hauled into the restroom, Lin Yu knew he couldn’t stay hidden any longer. It was time to act.
Pushing through the crowd, he strode purposefully toward the girls’ restroom, its door now firmly shut.
On his way, the multicolored gremlin—still basking in his earlier triumph—spotted Lin Yu approaching and instinctively raised an arm to block him, trying to repeat his earlier intimidation.
But Lin Yu had no intention of stopping.
Instead, as he closed the distance, one foot lifted—and the gremlin’s widening eyes were filled with the sight of a dirty shoe sole rushing toward him.
Before he could even react, that foot slammed into his chest with brutal force, sending him flying several meters through the air.

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!

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.

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.”