After hastily wiping himself down, Li Ming was too embarrassed to walk out completely naked. He pulled on his underwear and pants, then cautiously peeked through the curtain.
The room was still occupied only by Sister Hong, who was bent over fiddling with some tools, her back turned to him. A disposable sheet had been laid out on the single medical bed nearby—clearly prepared for him.
Hiding wouldn’t solve anything, so Li Ming mustered his courage and stepped out.
"Sister Hong, I’m done! What’s next…?"
Hearing his voice, Sister Hong turned to look at him. When she saw he’d put his pants back on, she burst into laughter.
"Hahaha! Why’d you get dressed again? I told you this was a rectal exam! You’re so shy! Don’t worry, I’ll be gentle!" She smoothed the sheet and gestured for him to lie down.
"Cough! Fine… Just make it quick!" Li Ming resigned himself to the ordeal. Whether he faced it head-on or not, the outcome would be the same—might as well get it over with.
He shut his eyes, steeled himself, and lay stiff as a corpse on the bed, not daring to move a muscle.
"Relax…"
Li Ming: "…"
"OH!! AHHH!! NOOO!!" His agonized howls echoed far beyond the examination room, faintly reaching even the inmates in their cells.
"Hahaha! Done! It’s over! You nearly deafened me!" Sister Hong chuckled as she peeled off her gloves, amused by Li Ming’s fetal-position misery.
"Get dressed. I’ll take you to Little Xi—she’s waiting to have dinner with you." After tidying up and washing her hands, she urged him to hurry.
Li Ming was on the verge of tears. He’d thought he could handle it, but the invasive, vulnerable sensation of the exam had shattered his composure.
"I’ll get my revenge! This Xia Hong… I’ll make sure she suffers the same humiliation one day!" he fumed silently while pulling on his clothes.
Once dressed, he followed Sister Hong upstairs. The prison’s administrative building was eight stories tall, and they took the elevator straight to the top—the warden’s office.
Xia Hong knocked, and a pleasant voice called from inside.
"Come in!"
Li Ming recognized it immediately—Lin Xi, the woman who’d brought him to this prison.
They entered to find a table laden with food and drinks. Lin Xi was scribbling something at her desk, barely glancing up.
"Little Xi, the exam’s done. He’s perfectly healthy. I’ll leave him with you—time for me to get some rest." Sister Hong stretched and yawned.
"Mm. Thanks, Sister Hong. Go get some sleep." Lin Xi finally looked up briefly before resuming her paperwork.
"Alright, I’m off." Sister Hong patted Li Ming’s shoulder with a knowing smirk, then exited, closing the door softly behind her.
"Sit wherever. I’ll be done soon. Eat if you’re hungry," Lin Xi said flatly, still focused on her work.
"Lin Xi, what the hell is my dad even sending me here for? So far, all I’ve done is get a medical exam—and that… that… Ugh, forget it!" Li Ming flopped onto the sofa, slouching like a deflated balloon.
"It’s just a rectal exam. Big deal. Every inmate here goes through it. The women handle it better than you did—I heard your screaming all the way up here!" Lin Xi sped through her writing, finally stamping the document with a seal.
"You said it yourself—inmates! I’m not a criminal! Why did I need that?!" Li Ming’s temper flared. He hadn’t broken any laws, so why treat him like this?
"Hmph. I specifically asked Sister Hong to do it. Anyone coming under my watch gets a full health check. If you’d been fooling around outside and caught something, I wouldn’t let you stay here even if Uncle Li insisted." Lin Xi crossed her arms and leaned back in her chair, eyeing him coolly.
(Author’s note: Don’t hate on Lin Xi for bullying the protagonist yet—there’s a twist coming. The harder the early torment, the sweeter the payback. Don’t leave negative reviews before Chapter 10! It’s all setup! Readers who stick around love it—quitters miss out. dogeface)
"What?! You ordered it?! You—you! What did I ever do to you?! Was this really necessary?!" Li Ming shot up from the sofa. So Lin Xi was the mastermind behind his ordeal!
He wracked his brain but couldn’t recall offending her. Yet from their first meeting at his home to now, she’d treated him with nothing but hostility.
"Hmph! You’ve done plenty! First, I’ve been at Black Mountain Women’s Prison for two years. The warden position was rightfully mine—until you swooped in and stole it! Tell me, how is that not provoking me?!" Lin Xi stood, fists clenched.
"Wait—I stole your job? What? I’m the warden here?!" Li Ming was dumbfounded. He swore he’d had no idea! His father had arranged everything—he was an unwitting pawn!
"Exactly! Here’s your file. Congratulations, Warden Li. Happy now?" Lin Xi strode over and thrust the document at him.
Li Ming skimmed it in disbelief.
It was true.
The official notice read:
Appointment of Comrade Li Ming as Warden of Black Mountain Women’s Prison, effective immediately.
His ID number and photo were stamped below, alongside an authorization code.
After rereading it three times, Li Ming awkwardly handed it back. "I just found out too. I didn’t mean to take your spot! You know I had no clue I’d end up in this godforsaken place!"
"Hmph! I know it wasn’t personal. But you still took my promotion and became my boss. Can you blame me for being pissed?" Lin Xi dropped into a chair at the dining table and poured herself a beer.
"And second—you asked why I had Sister Hong examine you? Before you arrived, my dad called. He and your father agreed to transfer you here so we could ‘get closer.’ If things went well, they’d push us to marry. So not only did you steal my job—now I’m stuck on a forced blind date with you! Tell me, should I be angry or not?! SAY SOMETHING!!"

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.”

shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]

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."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"