"Damn it, I can smell the meat cooking, and you still claim there's no money at home!"
Before Han Tianming even stepped into the house, his cursing voice reached the ears of the two inside.
Liu Muye turned his head toward the door and saw the same man who had been pestering Han Juyou for money at school. Today, the man reeked less of alcohol—likely because he’d gambled away all his cash and couldn’t afford a drink.
Spotting Liu Muye sitting at the dining table, the man froze for a second before blurting, "You—what are you doing here?"
"Why can’t I be here?" Liu Muye crossed his legs and smirked at Han Tianming. "Last time, you borrowed tens of thousands from me. Isn’t it about time you paid up—principal plus interest?"
Han Tianming’s face twisted in panic. "That’s a lie! I only took three thousand from you last time. When did it turn into tens of thousands?"
"Money lent from my hands comes with a 20% daily interest rate. After all these days, yeah, it’s tens of thousands now."
"You—this is daylight robbery!" Han Tianming’s eyes darted around before he spat, "You’ve got no proof! How can you claim I owe you anything? I don’t even know you! Stop lying!"
"Oh, playing dumb now?"
Liu Muye chuckled and picked up his phone from the table, playing back a recording.
["I only took three thousand from you last time."]
"See? Proof right here." Liu Muye waved the phone, a cold grin curling his lips. "If you think you can skip out on my debt, I’ve got ten thousand ways to ruin you."
"You—you—" Han Tianming stuttered, fear flashing in his eyes. He shot a furious glare at his daughter. "It’s you, isn’t it? You little jinx! You latched onto this punk to screw me over, didn’t you? You worthless brat, I should’ve—"
CRACK!
Before he could finish, Liu Muye hurled an empty rice bowl straight at his head. The bowl shattered into pieces on the floor.
Just yesterday, Han Juyou had cracked the back of his skull with a lunchbox, leaving a fresh scab. Now, Liu Muye’s bowl split his forehead open, blood gushing down his face.
Liu Muye stood and loomed over the man, disdain dripping from his gaze. "A man who only takes his anger out on his own child—you call yourself a father?"
"She’s mine! How I treat her is none of your damn business!" Han Tianming clenched his fists and swung at Liu Muye’s face.
But Liu Muye was ready. The moment he saw the punch coming, he kicked hard at the man’s shin.
THUD!
The punch missed as Han Tianming collapsed to his knees.
"Like throwing hands, huh?"
"Where’s all that big talk now?"
A middle-aged drunkard with a gambling addiction and a wrecked body was no match for a young, strong man like Liu Muye. Two more kicks to the gut, and Han Tianming was curled up on the floor, wheezing in pain.
"Cough… cough…"
"I’ll call the cops! I’ll have you locked up, you psycho!"
"Oh?" Liu Muye shrugged, utterly unfazed. "Go ahead. Need me to dial for you?"
He raised his foot to kick again, but Han Juyou stopped him.
"Don’t. Your life’s worth more than his. No point rotting in jail over trash like him."
As much as Han Juyou wished her father would drop dead, she couldn’t let Liu Muye be the one to do it. She refused to drag him down with her.
Liu Muye jabbed a finger at Han Tianming, snarling, "Hear that? Even now, your daughter’s begging for mercy for you. And you still think about selling her off? You’re not even human!"
"Cough… cough…"
Han Tianming tried to retort, but his coughing fit left him speechless. All he could do was glare hatefully at Liu Muye.
"The hell you staring at?"
SLAP!
Liu Muye didn’t hold back—his palm cracked against Han Tianming’s face with enough force to kill.
This was a fictional world, after all, and with his status as a top-tier rich heir, what did he have to fear?
...
BANG BANG BANG!
"Open the damn door!"
"Han Tianming, you son of a bitch! If you don’t pay up today, I’ll burn this place to the ground!"
"We saw you come home! Quit hiding and get out here!"
The moment Liu Muye’s slap landed, furious pounding erupted at the door, accompanied by vicious threats.
"Oh no—it’s the loan sharks who beat up my mom!" Han Juyou grabbed Liu Muye’s arm, panic in her voice. "Let me handle this. You need to hide!"
"I’m not the type to hide behind a woman." Liu Muye glanced at Han Tianming, still sprawled on the floor like a dead dog, and smirked. "These are the guys who put your mom in the hospital?"
"Yeah." Han Juyou studied his expression nervously. "Wh-what are you thinking?"
"An eye for an eye, of course."
Liu Muye strode into the kitchen, snatched the cleaver Han Juyou had been using to chop vegetables, and marched toward the door.
Debt collectors? He’d dealt with them before.
Back when he was barely ten, his father wasn’t home, and a group of thugs had cornered his mother. Desperate, he’d grabbed the sharpest cleaver in the kitchen, charged out, and started swinging.
He’d slashed one collector’s leg so deep the bone was visible. Another lost half a finger trying to wrestle the blade from him.
That sheer brutality had sent them all running.
That night, he’d cut ties with his father for good—never speaking another word to him, even when his mother died.
If he hadn’t been afraid as a kid, why would he be now?
CREAK.
The door swung open, and the shouting died instantly.
The gang of thugs outside froze, staring at Liu Muye standing there with a cleaver in hand.
One of them double-checked the house number, then the yellow-haired punk asked, "Isn’t this Han Tianming’s place? Who the hell are you?"
"You mean him?" Liu Muye jerked his thumb at Han Tianming, still lying in a pathetic heap by the door, a pool of blood staining the floor from his earlier head wound.
The thugs took in the scene—the blood, the cleaver—and their bravado evaporated. They paled, assuming Liu Muye was in the middle of silencing a witness.
"Uh… bro, didn’t realize you were… collecting too. We’ll, uh… come back another day—"
They turned to bolt.
"Hey hey hey, don’t run! Let’s chat."
Liu Muye yanked them inside before they could escape.
As the door locked behind them, a wicked grin spread across his face.
"Huh?"
"Ah!"
"Aah~~"
"Arrgh—!"
The room echoed with blood-curdling screams, the kind that sounded utterly agonized, helpless, and pitiful. Just hearing them was enough to know how badly they were getting beaten.
...
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
