Han Juyou stood on the rooftop of the eighteenth floor, the autumn wind brushing through her hair. Tears welled up in her narrow, fox-like eyes, gliding past the heart-shaped beauty mark beneath her left eye.
Her gaze was filled with exhaustion, as if she had lost all hope for this world—exhaustion tinged with disgust and hatred...
She hated this world. She hated why her fate was so miserable, why she was always the loser!
Han Juyou pressed her crimson lips together, her delicate nose twitching slightly.
Without hesitation, she leaped.
"Boom—"
Fireworks bloomed in the distance. No one would notice her death.
On this autumn day, amidst the fireworks, the pitiful and detestable villainess ended her life...
(The End)
Liu Muye's fingers flew across the keyboard as he finished the final chapter of his novel—the scene where the villainess jumped to her death—and typed "(The End)" before uploading it to the author platform.
"Phew..."
After publishing the chapter, Liu Muye stood up and let out a long sigh.
Liu Muye, pen name "Pastoral Beyond the Skies," was a college graduate from a small county. After majoring in Chinese at Sunan University, he worked a half-year internship doing odd jobs at a bookstore. Later, he joined a corporate giant, only to quit due to burnout. Hearing that writing novels could make money, he started an author account.
These days, the male-oriented fiction market was fiercely competitive, with all kinds of gimmicks popping up. Without enough skill or mentorship, he failed to earn a penny after six months. So, he switched to female-oriented romance, writing "domineering CEO" stories—only to find that even those weren’t profitable anymore.
Having survived on instant noodles for a week, he could no longer afford to write for passion alone.
With rent due soon, he’d be homeless if he didn’t make money fast.
Writing novels was out of the question—he’d starve to death at this rate.
After hastily wrapping up his latest flop, Liu Muye pulled out his cracked-screen phone (too broke to fix it) and started browsing factory job listings in Sunan.
At least he had some conscience—even starving, he made sure to finish his novel before resigning himself to factory labor.
Too bad no one would ever read this terrible book.
"Bzzzt—zzzzt—bzzzt—"
While scrolling through job ads, Liu Muye suddenly heard an electric crackle. He looked up to see his old writing computer had blue-screened, black smoke rising from the keyboard.
Liu Muye screamed, "Holy shit! My precious laptop—I just finished paying it off!"
He frantically yanked the power cord—
A flash of sparks erupted in the room, and Liu Muye blacked out.
......
"I hate it! I hate this world! Why is my fate so miserable? Why am I always the loser? Why?! It’s not fair! Not fair!"
In his dream, Liu Muye heard a woman’s voice, hysterical and furious—eerily familiar yet foreign.
When he opened his eyes again, he was lying on an unfamiliar beach, the blinding sun making it hard to see.
"Is this some kind of performance art?"
"Hey, 911? There’s a naked guy on Crescent Beach. Not kidding."
"Zhan Bo, listen, I just saw a completely naked—"
Crescent Beach?
Wasn’t that the place where the main couple confessed in his novel?
Liu Muye sat up slowly amidst the murmurs of the crowd, confused by the strange looks people were giving him.
What are they staring at?
Wasn’t I just at home?
How did I end up on a beach?
Rubbing his throbbing temples, he muttered to himself.
Just then, two police officers approached him. "Public indecency. Come with us."
"Huh? But I’m wearing—holy shit!"
Liu Muye looked down and nearly had a heart attack.
Thankfully, the officers draped a coat over him, preserving some dignity.
Inside the police car, Liu Muye stared out the window, his expression growing graver as the unfamiliar scenery passed by.
He cautiously asked, "Uh, officer… where exactly in Sunan City is this?"
The cop gave him a baffled look. "Sunan? What Sunan? This is Shangjing City—the international metropolis."
"Shangjing City…? AHH!"
Liu Muye shrieked.
He knew that name all too well—it was the fictional city he’d created for his CEO romance novel.
How could a place from his book exist in real life?
Before he could process it, the police car stopped at the station.
He was escorted to an interrogation room.
Soon, a young officer walked in, locking the door behind him.
The man smiled. "Hello, esteemed author Liu Muye. My name is Luo Ji—the Order Keeper of this story world."
"Wait, what did you just call me? ‘Esteemed author’?"
"That’s right. Esteemed author." Luo Ji repeated.
Liu Muye’s lips twitched, barely suppressing a grin.
After two and a half years of writing, this was the first time anyone had called him something so grand. It felt amazing.
Struggling to keep a straight face, he asked, "You know me?"
"Uh… your smile is kinda creepy," Luo Ji remarked, wiping sweat. "Not only do I know you, I also know you wrote a novel called The CEO’s Beloved Pet. Now, brace yourself for what I’m about to tell you..."
Moments later, a shout echoed from the interrogation room.
"WHAT?! You mean I can’t go back unless I save the villainess?!"
"Calm down," Luo Ji said, patting his shoulder. "The issue is, the villainess you wrote has too much resentment. If you don’t resolve it, you’ll be trapped here forever."
Liu Muye scowled. "I already killed her off! What more resentment could she have?"
Luo Ji sighed. "Exactly because you killed her. That’s why her grudge is so strong now."
"..."
Damn. That made too much sense.
Liu Muye gritted his teeth. "Fine. What’s the current plot status?"
"No plot yet. Today is freshman orientation at Siliya Royal Business School—the story starts now." Luo Ji waved a hand, conjuring a set of clothes and a wallet. "Your new identity: the chairman’s son of Siliya. Get dressed and head to campus."
Liu Muye frowned. "Siliya is the school I made up, but… since when did it have a chairman? I don’t remember writing that."
Luo Ji explained, "Just because you didn’t mention it doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist in the world of the book. It simply wasn’t relevant to the main plot, so it didn’t appear. When an author writes a book, the people and things within it come to life. Everything you don’t see develops its own logic and rules—otherwise, how would this world function?"
"That makes sense."
Liu Muye found Luo Ji’s reasoning somewhat convincing. After all, he had already traveled into a book—what could be more absurd than that?
Not to mention, he was the son of a university board chairman. How was that even logical?
"Wait… what did you just say about me? I’m the son of the board chairman of Siliya Royal Business School? So I’m filthy rich?!"
"Exactly. Though the book only briefly mentioned this university, it did state that it’s a cradle for the world’s top business tycoons. Logically speaking, the board chairman would be an ultra-wealthy figure…"
"So I can basically do whatever I want on campus?"
Luo Ji said, "Logically speaking, yes."
Liu Muye’s eyes sparkled with excitement as he roared, "Then why the hell would I bother saving some toxic female side character? If I can live as a rich guy in this world, who’d want to go back to reality? I’m about to take off!"
With that, Liu Muye threw on his clothes and bolted out of the interrogation room.
"Hey, wait—hold on! If you force yourself to stay in the book’s world…"
But before Luo Ji could finish, Liu Muye was already gone without a trace.
…
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?!
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
