Outside the office door, a woman in a professional suit stood with a dazed expression, her faith seemingly shattered.
Landing a job at this top-tier company had initially filled her with joy.
Especially the meteoric rise to becoming the CEO’s personal assistant—it felt like a dream come true.
But now...
The woman lifted her head, her empty gaze fixed on the bright, limestone-colored ceiling above.
She couldn’t wrap her head around why her daily task was to make endless calls to a single phone number.
What kind of assistant’s job was this?!
For a moment, she teetered on the edge of frustration, but quickly pulled herself together.
Whatever.
If her sole duty was making calls, so be it.
At least the paycheck was ridiculously fat.
Not bad at all~
Besides, the number had finally been answered today. That meant no more standing awkwardly next to the CEO, dialing endlessly and swapping SIM cards like some kind of telecom zombie.
Just as she was reveling in this thought, her phone buzzed in her pocket.
She pulled it out and saw the caller ID: "SUPER BOSS."
Glancing back at the CEO’s office behind her, she hesitantly answered.
"Hello, Boss..."
"Get in here."
Two words. Then the line went dead.
She had no idea what was going on, but something about the CEO’s tone felt... off.
Turning, she pushed open the office door and stepped inside.
The first thing she noticed was that the CEO wasn’t her usual self.
Normally, Qing Mo was the picture of icy detachment—cool, composed, utterly unflappable, as if the entire world moved at her command.
But right now?
Her hand, still gripping the phone, was slammed against the desk, veins stark against her fair skin.
A flush crept over her usually pale complexion, her breathing ragged, chest rising and falling rapidly.
At first glance, she looked furious.
But a closer look revealed something more complicated.
Anger was there, yes—but so was urgency, excitement, frustration, and...
Anticipation?
The assistant wasn’t sure if she was seeing things. She didn’t dare rub her eyes in front of the CEO.
Burying her confusion, she approached the desk and asked softly,
"CEO, what do you need?"
Qing Mo didn’t answer immediately. She took several deep breaths, steadying herself, before tossing the phone onto the desk and leaning back in her chair.
"Keep calling," she said coldly.
"Until he picks up."
"...Understood."
The assistant took the phone, careful not to show any discontent. She positioned herself where she could quickly hand it over if the call connected, yet stay out of the CEO’s way.
And so, she resumed her miserable task.
Meanwhile, Qing Mo remained in her chair, breathing still uneven.
Her delicate hands rested on her thighs, fingers slowly curling into fists—so tight her nails dug into her palms.
She knew this call was just another one of Lin Yu’s whims, whether he was in a good mood or a foul one.
But...
This feeling of being dismissed, toyed with...
Her tongue, a shade redder than most, darted out to moisten her dry lips.
How...
Exhilarating.
...
At the "Noob Express" pickup station, a girl tore open a package and pulled out a long, black object.
Nervous, she glanced around before pressing a button.
"ZZZZZT!!!"
Violet electricity crackled between the silver metal prongs, fierce and intimidating.
Satisfied, she exhaled in relief.
You really got what you paid for.
Remembering the two cheap stun guns she’d bought for 19.9 yuan on "Chop-Chop Shopping," she shook her head.
Pathetic.
The leakage current from her grandpa’s electric foot-massager (a freebie with his health supplements) probably packed more punch.
Tucking the stun gun into the deep inner pocket of her padded coat, she sniffled, her nose red from the cold, and trudged home through the heavy snow.
After just a few steps, she spotted a figure in white.
Tall, lanky, hands stuffed in pockets, his blond hair dusted with snow as he ambled aimlessly, like he was searching for something.
Her heart skipped—but then she realized this was her chance.
Might as well get his WeChat now instead of going through the hassle later.
Smiling sweetly, she started forward—then stopped.
Something occurred to her.
She backtracked to the pickup station and positioned herself in front of its glass door, studying her reflection.
A moment later, she pressed her lips together, nodded solemnly—then broke into a grin.
Heh (oˇ?ˇo)!
Still got it!
Though...
Her gaze dropped. She lifted her arms slightly, taking in the faded black coat and the jeans that had long since lost their original blue.
She sniffed again, suddenly worried he’d judge her for looking so... thrifty.
The thought dampened her mood.
Before her hospital stay, she’d had plenty of cute dresses and winter outfits!
But after being discharged, none of them fit anymore.
Now, with money tight, she had to make do with hand-me-downs from her older sister’s childhood.
But this wouldn’t last forever!
Her cheeks, pink from the cold, warmed with hope.
Her sister was about to take her exams. She’d promised that once she got her scholarship, they’d go shopping—new clothes, no compromises!
One day, she’d get into the same school, earn an even bigger scholarship.
So her sister and mom wouldn’t have to struggle anymore.
Her eyes drifted back to the guy ahead, his hair nearly white from the snow.
Unconsciously, her gaze lingered on his thick, pristine coat.
After a beat, she forced herself to look away, focusing instead on his face—the kind that screamed "trouble."
Hmph!
A guy who stared at her like that?
She wouldn’t even need fancy clothes to wrap him around her finger.
With a dismissive pout, she marched forward.
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
