(Exciting plot begins after Chapter 10! Stay tuned!)
Dragon Country’s capital—City A!
Inside a VIP booth at a bar, 1 AM.
Li Ming pushed aside the fair-skinned legs draped over his chest and checked the time on his phone.
Seems like Dad’s coming home today. Guess I should call it a night.
Shaking his head, Li Ming surveyed the chaotic scene in the booth.
Several disheveled women lay sprawled across the couches, utterly wasted. Oblivious to their exposed states, they clutched liquor bottles, clumsily pouring drinks on themselves instead of into their mouths.
Their soaked clothes clung tightly to their bodies, turning the scene into an accidental wet T-shirt party.
Two women were even entangled in each other’s arms, hands roaming as they moaned Li Ming’s name in drunken longing.
"Li… Li Ming… Why don’t you like me? Why?!"
"Li Ming! Take me home! Please… don’t leave me this time…"
Our protagonist, Li Ming, merely smirked at the absurd sight, shook his head, picked up his jacket, and walked out without a backward glance.
……
Li Ming was Old Li’s son, born when the man was already 46—a late blessing, doted on since childhood.
But the more precious something is, the more others covet it. Due to Old Li’s high-profile status, Li Ming had been on an enemy hit list since birth.
At age five, disaster struck.
An infiltrator posing as a hospital worker injected him with a massive dose of Ur17—a truth serum. In small doses, it could force someone to reveal hidden secrets. In large doses? Brain damage, turning the victim into a vegetable.
Luckily, Old Li’s bodyguards noticed something amiss and subdued the attacker before the full dose was administered. Still, the drug left Li Ming in a dazed, semi-conscious state for two years.
To revive his mind, Old Li and his wife arranged for children his age to play with him.
Finally, at seven, Li Ming recovered and started school like any other kid.
After such a close call, Old Li and his wife became even more protective. Li's mother quit her job to care for him full-time, tending to his every need.
Yet despite her meticulous care, Li Ming still suffered from occasional, excruciating headaches. Medical exams showed nothing wrong—his health was perfect. The doctors could only attribute it to lingering side effects of the drug overdose.
Fortunately, the headaches didn’t disrupt his life too much. As he grew older, they became rarer. By now, Li Ming couldn’t even remember his last episode—maybe his body had healed itself.
And so, Li Ming finally arrived home, reeking of alcohol. He greeted Uncle Wang, the head bodyguard, before stepping into the mansion.
As a child, he hadn’t grasped how high-ranking his father was—only that armed guards shadowed the family 24/7.
But as he grew older, he realized just how extraordinary his father’s position was. He was a bona fide princeling—the ultra-elite kind.
Yet Old Li had raised him to stay low-key. Li Ming never flaunted his background, pretending to be just an ordinary guy.
Life was comfortable, though the ever-present bodyguards cramped his style.
Every time a bar beauty tried to take him home for some fun, the guards would inconveniently intervene.
Thanks to them, Li Ming had yet to enjoy a single night of wild release—a fact the bar owner’s daughter never let him live down.
Countless women had tossed and turned at night, sighing over the unattainable Li Ming.
……
Stepping inside, Li Ming pushed open the door. The lights were still on—his parents were waiting up for him.
Sure enough, the two sat on the couch, eyeing him with knowing smiles.
"Mom! What’s with that look?" Li Ming asked, startled.
"Hahaha! Nothing, nothing. It’s just… your dad’s back, and we think it’s time you got out of the house. How about we find you something to do?" Li's mother beamed.
"That’s right! Son, you seem bored out of your mind. How about a change of scenery? Experience something new! What do you say?" Old Li gazed at him adoringly. As his only child, Li Ming was his treasure—he couldn’t bear to see him unhappy.
Listening to their tag-team pitch, Li Ming realized this was a done deal.
"Sure, whatever. You two decide."
He shrugged, indifferent, then headed to his room to wash up and sleep.
Old Li and his wife exchanged glances, smirking, before retreating to their own room to continue plotting.
Li Ming lay in bed, eyes closed. In his haze, women of all shapes and sizes seemed to materialize around him, pulling him into a swirling pink abyss, deeper and deeper…
It felt so real—like a memory—that he couldn’t tell if it was a dream or reality.
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?"
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."
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...
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
