The start-of-term exam.
Who on earth came up with this thing?
Lin Yu was currently in his crucial senior year of high school, so whether there was an exam or not, he’d have to grit his teeth and study like crazy over winter break anyway.
Otherwise...
If this had been three or four years ago, he would’ve been jumping up and down cursing this exam.
What the hell?!
School just started—we haven’t even begun learning anything yet!
What are you testing us on?!
Huh?
Last semester’s material?
But we already took the finals for that!
What’s the point of testing it again?!
Absolute madness!
He turned in his paper.
Left the classroom.
Parched from the stuffy heat of the classroom’s radiator, Lin Yu headed to the convenience store downstairs to treat himself.
Hmm...
Should he indulge his beloved wife, Coca-Cola, today?
Or pay a visit to his long-neglected concubine, Fanta?
Ehh...
After some thought, Lin Yu decided his beverage harem was far too limited. (￣︶￣)
He ought to expand his selection of royal consorts.
Maybe the store had some new sugary drinks he hadn’t tried yet—definitely worth a taste!
He wandered lazily through the store, pacing back and forth in front of the drink aisle, unable to settle on a choice.
With so many new options, he was spoiled for choice.
Just as he hesitated, the hushed but animated conversation of a nearby group caught his ear.
Their voices dripped with shock and awe, instantly igniting Lin Yu’s gossip-loving heart.
Ears perked, he tuned in to their discussion...
“No kidding.”
“Not just them—Li Mingjun from Class 2 and Cui Ming from Class 5 got beaten up too. Heard some got it so bad their legs were smashed!”
The bleached-blonde guy kept his voice low, but his tone was thick with disbelief.
“‘Some got it so bad’? What’s that supposed to mean?”
The redhead cut in sharply:
“Their legs were smashed. Every single one of them.”
“First, they get the crap beaten out of them. Then, without fail—right leg broken.”
“You think this is some kind of joke?”
“Like they’d just rough you up and call it a day?”
The orange-haired guy beside them nodded solemnly, backing up the redhead’s words.
“Black Blood Gang ain’t the same as before.”
“Now they run the entire underworld in H City—whatever they say goes.”
“Other gangs? Squeezed out till there’s barely any room left.”
“At this rate...”
“Won’t be long before they’re the only gang left in the city.”
“No kidding,” the redhead chimed in again.
“No idea where their new boss came from, but damn—that guy’s ruthless.”
“Unreal how fast they rose.”
“Just last year, I heard Black Blood Gang was on the verge of collapsing!”
He clicked his tongue, shaking his head.
“Who’d have thought Zhao Dahu had such a badass older brother?”
“If he had someone like that backing him, how come nobody ever heard a peep about it before?”
“Dude just took two and a half years of bullying for nothing?”
The orange-haired guy shrugged.
“Who knows?”
Then, with a smirk, he joked darkly:
“Maybe Zhao Dahu’s some kind of novel protagonist.”
“Spends two and a half years getting stomped on, then—bam! His brother, the Dragon King, returns. One command, and a hundred thousand gangsters break the legs of everyone who ever messed with him.”
The joke should’ve been funny, but neither the redhead nor the blonde laughed.
The redhead just looked uneasy, muttering with a hint of relief:
“Thank god we weren’t in the same class as Zhao Dahu. Barely crossed paths, no grudges.”
“Otherwise, who knows if we’d even be standing here right now?”
The blonde, who’d first brought up the topic, frowned skeptically.
“You’re telling me every single person who ever bullied Zhao Dahu got jumped?”
“No way.”
“Nobody got away?”
“‘Got away’?” The redhead scoffed before sighing, his voice laced with dread.
“Let me put it this way.”
“You know Wang Xianghong, right?”
The blonde nodded.
Of course he knew him.
They’d hung out before—decent guy, if a bit of a loudmouth. Loved showing off, but nothing too bad. (At least, by gangster standards.)
Satisfied, the redhead went on:
“He had connections with some higher-ups. Knew Black Blood Gang was coming for him.”
“So he bolts overnight—skips town, drops out of school.”
“Guess where he is now?”
The blonde shook his head, eyes locked on the redhead, breath unconsciously held.
Leaning in, the redhead dropped his voice to a whisper.
“Hospital in Province A. Right leg shattered. Still hasn’t been discharged.”
The blonde’s jaw dropped.
“Holy sh—”
After a stunned pause, he stared at the redhead, disbelief creeping into his voice.
“Black Blood Gang did that?”
“Who else?” the redhead shot back.
“Same injury every time—right leg, compound fracture. They’re making sure these guys limp for life.”
The evidence was damning, but the blonde still struggled to accept it.
“But—Province A’s on the other side of the country!”
“Black Blood Gang’s reach is that long?”
“They’d chase a guy across the whole map just to cripple him?”
“You think it’s a coincidence?” the redhead countered.
The blonde fell silent, face darkening.
The redhead pressed on:
“And get this—Wang Xianghong never even targeted Zhao Dahu specifically.”
“You know how he is.”
“Just loves acting tough—kicking people around, slapping ‘em, like some kinda psycho.”
“Dude’s probably shoved or hit half his class at some point.”
“Well...”
“Guess he picked the wrong guy to mess with.”
“...”
The trio’s conversation wasn’t over, but Lin Yu had heard enough.
What kind of psychopathic nonsense was this?
Bullying people for fun, treating them like props to boost your own ego—and then brushing it off like it’s no big deal?
Like it’s just some casual greeting?
Why didn’t Zhao the Snake just drown these guys?
And these three idiots...
Might as well bundle them up and give the coroner a puzzle to solve.
Done eavesdropping, Lin Yu turned back toward the drink aisle.
As he walked, he couldn’t help but marvel at how unpredictable life could be.
Zhao Dahu—once the biggest pushover—had somehow bloomed into the Black Blood Gang’s second-in-command.
Looking back, it all happened in the blink of an eye.
Too fast.
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.
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!
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?!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
