Hearing Li Ming's voice, Lin Xi looked down in confusion, only then noticing the physical change in his body!
Her fair cheeks suddenly flushed red, and she hastily moved away from his back.
"Li Ming! Are you teasing me?" Lin Xi planted her hands on her hips, pointing at him angrily.
"Hey! Heaven knows my innocence! You were the one who leaned on me—how is that me teasing you? I'm a young man in my prime—it's only natural to have some reactions!" Li Ming turned his back, covering the change in his body, his voice full of grievance.
"You!... I never realized you were this bad when we were kids!" Lin Xi shot him a fierce glare.
"Well, you said it yourself—that was when we were kids. Back then, who even understood this stuff?" Li Ming suppressed his excitement, calming down slightly before turning back to face her, a hint of awkwardness on his face.
"You pervert! Have fun by yourself—I'm leaving!"
With that, Lin Xi stormed out of the armory, leaving Li Ming behind.
Li Ming let out a bitter laugh, his earlier enthusiasm now gone. He grabbed a holster from the nearby rack, fastened it around his waist, and slid the pistol inside before leisurely strolling out of the armory.
"Warden, Deputy Warden Lin has already registered the firearm for you. You can take it with you now—just be careful with it!" The guard at the armory saluted him, her eyes brimming with curiosity.
Li Ming had long noticed that everyone in the prison—whether guards or inmates—stared at him as if he were some rare spectacle. He couldn’t understand it!
Sure, he was the only man in the prison, but it wasn’t like he was the only man in the world! Why were they all looking at him like that?
Unable to bear the female guard’s gaze any longer, Li Ming finally spoke up. "Hey, forget that I’m the warden for a second—can I ask you something?"
The guard seemed momentarily surprised but quickly composed herself, smiling warmly. "Of course, Warden! Ask away—I’ll tell you whatever I know."
"Ahem! So… ever since I arrived here, I’ve noticed everyone looks at me weirdly. Even if there aren’t other men in the prison, surely you’ve all seen men before—during breaks or before inmates got locked up. It can’t be that unusual, right?" Li Ming kept his voice low, afraid of being overheard.
"Heh! Warden, I can answer that, but you’ve got to promise not to tell anyone I told you," the guard chuckled, lowering her voice as well.
"Great! I won’t say a word. Just tell me what’s going on—I’m getting goosebumps from all the staring!" Li Ming urged impatiently.
"Well, Warden, before you arrived, Deputy Warden Lin told us that a new leader was coming—young, ridiculously handsome, fair-skinned, a former male model with an amazing physique! She encouraged all us single ladies to ‘seize the opportunity’ and win you over. So… that’s why everyone’s looking at you a little… differently. And the inmates? Word must’ve spread from someone, and now they all want to see what you look like too." The guard glanced around nervously, making sure no one was eavesdropping before relaxing.
"What?! Lin Xi—again! It’s always her!" Li Ming fumed. He should’ve guessed—without her encouragement, the guards wouldn’t dare stare at him so blatantly.
Gritting his teeth, Li Ming suppressed his anger. Revenge was a dish best served cold—he’d remember this.
Leaving the armory, he wandered aimlessly without Lin Xi to guide him.
The inmates were enjoying free time in the yard, basking in the sun and strolling after meals. Li Ming couldn’t help but think their prison life seemed pretty comfortable.
Walking along the chain-link fence bordering the yard, he moved closer to the inmates. Soon, some of them noticed him and began approaching.
Their gazes locked onto him with unsettling intensity, as if they wanted to pounce. Every step he took, the women inside the fence followed, their numbers swelling until it finally caught the attention of the guards.
A group of guards rushed into the yard, swiftly dispersing the gathering inmates.
"What’s going on here?! Everyone—on the ground, now!" a guard’s sharp voice rang out.
The inmates immediately dropped into a crouch, hands on their heads—but their eyes still flickered toward Li Ming.
Once the crowd of inmates had settled, the guards spotted Li Ming outside the fence and realized what had caused the commotion.
Wiping imaginary sweat from their brows, they saluted him.
"Good afternoon, Warden!"
"Yeah, it’s fine. Let them look—they’ll get bored eventually," Li Ming sighed.
What could he do? He couldn’t control where people’s eyes wandered.
"Understood, Warden!" The guards saluted again before withdrawing from the yard.
As long as the inmates weren’t causing trouble, their job was usually relaxed. But when things did go wrong, injuries—or worse—were inevitable.
Don’t underestimate female inmates—they could be just as vicious, if not more so, than men.
After making a full loop around the yard, letting the inmates get their fill of his "peerless beauty," Li Ming returned to his office.
Pushing open the door, he felt a chill at the sight of the empty room.
The previous warden had died here. Before, he hadn’t known—but now, the knowledge made his skin crawl.
Swallowing hard, Li Ming stripped the bedding from the bed and replaced it with his own from his luggage.
Only then did he feel slightly at ease, lying down to rest.
As the highest authority here, no one could dictate his schedule. He could clock out whenever he wanted.
Having woken up early, exhaustion soon overtook him, and he drifted off to sleep.
As dusk approached, a sharp knocking jolted him awake.
Bang bang bang!
Bang bang bang!
Li Ming’s eyes flew open, his mind still foggy as he stumbled to the door.
Lin Xi stood outside once again.
"Warden! Finally awake? Someone’s asking for you—clean yourself up and come with me!" She eyed his disheveled state with disapproval.
"Someone’s asking for me? Who?" Li Ming rubbed his face, baffled.
Who in this prison even knew him? He’d just arrived—how could anyone be looking for him already?
"It’s an inmate. She specifically demanded to see the warden—she wouldn’t even talk to me! Hurry up!" Lin Xi snapped impatiently.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
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?!
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!
