"Warden!" The female prisoner's eyes, still red from recent tears, paired with her delicate, tearful face, were truly...
Just then...
A series of mission details suddenly flooded Li Ming's mind!
Mission Reward: Special Forces-level physical fitness and combat skills.
Failure Penalty: The person outside will barge in after knocking. You will unlock the achievement: Liu Xiahui. Achievement Effect: Lose all interest in women.
Holy crap!!
Li Ming's eyes widened. What kind of absurd mission was this? Could he refuse? The unscrupulous author was clearly manipulating him again—same old tricks!
While Li Ming was still reeling from the bizarre task, the female prisoner didn’t stop her actions.
Torn, Li Ming froze in place.
After what felt like an eternity, Li Ming straightened his disheveled clothes and sat back down in his chair.
The female prisoner, seeing Li Ming looking utterly dazed, secretly smirked and waved her hand to catch his attention.
"Warden! My daughter shares my surname. I’m Wang Xin, and my daughter is Wang Keyan. She’s 20 years old and lives with my sister. Here’s her address." Wang Xin picked up a pen, wrote down her sister’s address, folded the paper neatly, and handed it to Li Ming.
"I leave everything to you, Warden! If you ever need me again, just call for me anytime!" Wang Xin said solemnly.
"...I’ll take care of it. Don’t worry." Li Ming snapped out of his daze, reluctantly pocketed the address, and pulled open the door to leave the room.
He hadn’t wanted this! But the penalty for failing the mission was too severe—he couldn’t afford it.
Outside...
Li Ming had expected Lin Xi to be waiting, but only two unfamiliar female guards stood at the door. Lin Xi was long gone.
Relieved, Li Ming asked, "Where’s Deputy Warden Lin?"
The two guards saluted and replied, "Reporting, Warden! The deputy warden received a call and left. She mentioned something about a new prisoner arriving and went to receive them."
"I see... When did she leave?" Li Ming pressed.
"A while ago—about ten or fifteen minutes!"
Li Ming nodded. If Lin Xi had left fifteen minutes ago, she likely hadn’t heard anything. She must’ve genuinely gone to handle the new arrival.
After instructing the guards to escort Wang Xin back to the cellblock, Li Ming returned to his room.
He turned on the faucet, letting hot water cascade over his newly toned, athletic body.
He wondered if he’d done the wrong thing. He was here to work and meet potential partners, not to exploit female prisoners. But...
This ridiculous system gave him no choice! Refusing the mission would turn him into a modern-day Liu Xiahui—how could he possibly say no?
Li Ming wasn’t inexperienced with women. Though he’d never fooled around in bars, his good looks had earned him plenty of admirers. Back in school, he’d been the heartthrob of his class.
Many girls had thrown themselves at him, but he’d always turned them down. Aside from his first love, he’d never been intimate with anyone else. Even Little Ya, the bar owner’s daughter, who’d constantly clung to him and tried to get him drunk, had never succeeded.
Yet today’s events made his years of restraint feel like a joke.
If asked how he felt about it now, Li Ming would admit it had been... exhilarating. Part of him even wanted more. But his conscience was clouded with guilt and unease.
Who knew what other tricks this system had in store for him?
Shaking the water from his hair, Li Ming gave up on finding answers. He dried off and studied his reflection in the full-length mirror.
The mission reward had already taken effect. His body had transformed—Special Forces-level physique was no joke. Every movement radiated power, and combat techniques flowed effortlessly from muscle memory.
He couldn’t help but marvel at the system’s absurd capabilities, defying all logic.
Li Ming collapsed onto the bed, deciding to stop overthinking. He’d benefited from this—it wasn’t like he’d suffered any losses. Why agonize over it?
If nothing urgent came up tomorrow, he’d mention Wang Xin’s situation to Lin Xi and see if he could leave to handle it.
With that thought, Li Ming drifted back to sleep.
...
Early the next morning.
Knock knock knock!!
The familiar rapping at the door woke Li Ming again.
No need to ask—it was definitely Lin Xi. This time, Li Ming took his time, strolling leisurely to the door and swinging it open.
As soon as the door parted, Li Ming rubbed his eyes and stretched with a satisfied groan.
Sure enough, it was Lin Xi. But today, she seemed dazed, staring straight at him without her usual cool, composed demeanor. Maybe she’d returned late and hadn’t slept well, Li Ming reasoned.
Puzzled by her gaze, he followed her line of sight—and looked down.
"..."
"AHHH!! Damn it! Stop looking!" Li Ming slapped a hand over his exposed lower half and slammed the door shut with the other.
BANG! The sound echoed down the hallway.
On the other side, Lin Xi snapped out of her trance, her face flushing crimson. She’d never seen... that before, let alone up close and in such high definition!
"That idiot Li Ming! How dare he answer the door completely naked?!" Lin Xi gritted her teeth.
"Oh god—I forgot I wasn’t dressed! I fell asleep right after my shower yesterday—didn’t even put on underwear! No wonder she was staring like that... This is bad, really bad!" Li Ming scrambled to throw on clothes, finally dressing haphazardly before trembling as he reopened the door.
Lin Xi was still waiting, but her usual icy composure had returned. She shot Li Ming a sidelong glance, confirming he was fully clothed, then spoke flatly:
"Meeting! You fainted yesterday, so today we’re reintroducing you to everyone. It’s happening at the prison entrance—all on-duty guards will be there. Let’s get this over with in one go. And try not to pass out this time!"
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?!
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
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."
