"I'm not dead?" Xiao Jun woke up with a start from the bed.
As his eyes took in the familiar yet distant sights, scenes he had seen many times in his dreams, he fiercely pinched his own thigh. It hurt, it hurt a lot.
All of this was real. He had been reborn?
He hurriedly took out his phone to check the date. November 10th, 2040, 9 AM in the morning.
Xiao Jun didn't quite remember what was significant about this particular date, but he would never forget what happened the next day, November 11th, Singles' Day. That day, a disaster suddenly befell them.
November 11th was just an ordinary day, but over time, under the machinations of capitalists, it had become a carnival of shopping.
That night, countless people lost sleep, but they absolutely could not have imagined that just over ten hours later, at 11:11 PM on November 11th, the world would undergo an earth-shattering change.
The apocalypse had arrived.
It was as if the sky had been suddenly torn open, revealing a gigantic hole through which unprecedented rainstorms fell. In just one hour, Star City, this provincial capital, had become a vast ocean.
And the rain did not stop.
It would continue raining heavily for three days and three nights. By the time nearly the entire city was submerged under water, only then did the rain finally cease.
After this, only people above the 20th floor of buildings could have possibly survived.
But this was just the beginning. After the heavy rains came the fire rain.
Red raindrops fell from the sky, rapidly evaporating all the accumulated rainwater in the city, while also bringing with it 60°C high temperatures.
In such extreme environments, humans had no way to venture outside to search for food. Countless starved or were burned alive by the heat.
The time frame was also three days.
After three days, the temperatures returned to normal, and all the rainwater in the city had evaporated. The city seemed to have regained its original appearance.
Those still somehow lucky enough to be alive eagerly left their shelters, seeking aid. But what awaited them were countless zombies.
In his previous life, Xiao Jun was one of those few lucky survivors.
And because he was prudent, after the rain of fire ended, he did not immediately venture outside, thereby surviving safely.
In the apocalypse, Xiao Jun clung stubbornly to life for six years, but while out on a supply run, he was infected and, not wanting to turn into a zombie, chose to commit suicide in the end.
I can't think about that anymore. There are only thirty-odd hours left until doomsday. I have to do something!
Xiao Jun forcibly stopped his recollections. This was no time for idle reminiscing. Time was life itself! Grabbing a few sets of clothes, Xiao Jun rushed out of his rented apartment, leaving the key behind - it would be useless soon anyway.
His rented flat was only on the 3rd floor. In his past life, had he not been so clever, he would've drowned in the first hour of flooding.
In mid-November, it should've been entering winter, but oddly enough today was warm.
The sunshine was perfect and a gentle breeze blew.
Everything seemed to hint that today would be a good day.
And it was indeed a good day, because after tomorrow there would no longer be such carefree moments.
Soon Xiao Jun waved down a car and arrived at a high-end hotel. After tomorrow, money would be useless. If he had to choose a place to stay, naturally it should be the best.
"Give me the presidential suite," he said.
These words drew more than a few looks.
"Hello sir, the presidential suite is 39,888 a night," the front desk attendant responded.
The attendants here were worldly people, well used to all manner of guests checking in, rich and poor alike. At the very least outwardly they would never judge someone by their age or attire.
Sh*t, it's that expensive?!
This was Xiao Jun's first time inquiring after the room. He figured twenty thousand would be plenty. He didn't expect it to be nearly forty thousand a night!
The hesitation on Xiao Jun's face did not escape the attendant's notice.
[I knew it, another country bumpkin trying to pretend to wealth. Now he's gotten a slap of reality to the face.]
A voice suddenly sounded in Xiao's Jun mind.
"Who?" Xiao Jun looked left and right but didn't see anyone speaking just now.
[Oh, the acting begins? Such exaggerated surprise. No money then leave. Don't waste my time.]
The voice rang out in Xiao Jun's head again. Only then did he realize the voice bore some resemblance to that of the attendant before him.
His eyes bored fiercely into the attendant, and he released a hint of killing intent unconsciously.
"C-customer... what's... wrong..." The attendant began to stutter under Xiao Jun's intense gaze.
Xiao Jun remained silent, continuing to stare fixedly at her. Not a few seconds later, the voice in his mind surfaced again.
[What are you looking at? So aggressive, this is a lawful society. Dead broke but still want to get violent over not affording a room?]
A smile crept up the corners of Xiao Jun's lips. Now he understood what was going on.
He could somehow hear this attendant's inner thoughts!
With this realization, he turned to look at the other front desk attendant.
Three seconds later, another different voice sounded in his head.
[This man is so strange, could he be crazy? Should I call security?]
Just as Xiao Jun suspected, so long as he focused his mind on someone, he could hear their inner voice.
"Hahaha, fine, give me the presidential suite then," he said happily.
In high spirits, Xiao Jun no longer cared about tens of thousands of yuan in room fees.
The pre-apocalypse Xiao Jun was an ex-military man. He had enlisted at 16 and served for 6 years in the armed forces before being discharged just a few months ago.
Adding the money he had saved over those 6 years and his military pension now, he had over 200,000 yuan on hand. Staying in the presidential suite for a few days wouldn't be an issue.
"Ah?" The front desk attendant was flabbergasted. He could actually afford it?
"Two nights. Don't get it wrong," Xiao Jun added.
The room booked today would require checkout by 1 PM tomorrow afternoon. By then doomsday still wouldn't have arrived.
"Sir, card payment?"
"Card."
Not until the payment cleared successfully did the attendant confirm that this young man before her wasn't joking around.
She quickly handled the paperwork for him at top speed. Only after repeated rejections by Xiao Jun did she refrain from showing him personally upstairs.
While waiting for the elevator on the first floor, Xiao Jun's mood elevated even higher.
Rebirth plus cheats activated. Indeed, he was getting the protagonist treatment!
The presidential suite was on the top floor of this high-rise, the 21st floor. His private butler was already waiting for him at the door.
"I don't require anything. My only demand is to not be disturbed by anyone these two days. Understood?" Xiao Jun immediately dismissed the butler after giving instructions.
He then entered the place that would be his home for quite a long period of time hereafter.
The presidential suite was great, really great. With so much space, he could stockpile large quantities of supplies.
As for the room's interior decor, Xiao Jun didn't have the slightest interest. All that occupied his mind right now was how to spend the upcoming apocalypse in comfort.
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."
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!
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.”
