"Tianyi Villa?"
Li Ming stared at the screen, lost in thought.
He knew exactly why Tan Chengcheng was reaching out, but he had already decided not to help, so he had no intention of meeting her.
His finger hovered over the screen for a long time, yet he still didn’t reply to her message.
She had suffered quite a blow today—it was better to let her calm down first. Maybe in a few days, she’d come to accept reality.
Li Ming set his phone aside and closed his eyes, intending to sleep.
But the scenes from earlier kept flashing through his mind.
This unprecedented thrill wasn’t just a first for Li Ming—it was also Wang Xin’s first time!
When she turned back to look at him with those bewitching, half-lidded eyes, Li Ming felt as if his soul had been sucked into a vortex by her seductive gaze.
Tan Qingqing, asleep beside him and liable to wake at any moment; the prisoners resting just a wall away; and the unlocked cell door—
Every single detail was electrifying his nerves!
To fully savor this unparalleled passion, he had even deliberately deactivated his 200-meter detection radius warning field.
This intoxicating, pulse-pounding excitement was like a drug, eroding his rationality and leaving him utterly addicted.
He knew… he was hooked…
Li Ming didn’t remember how he fell asleep, but he dreamed again.
In the dream, a group of tiger-headed humanoid monsters sat around a dining table, ravenously fighting over the meager scraps of food. This time, however, he wasn’t among them.
Instead, he sat high above at another table, surrounded by an extravagant feast, free to pick and choose as he pleased. Yet after some deliberation, he only took a few small bites.
Once the tiger-headed monsters finished devouring their meager meal, they all turned their hungry, predatory gazes toward him…
The next morning…
Li Ming jolted awake.
Wiping his forehead, he realized his undershirt was drenched in cold sweat.
He exhaled deeply and checked the time on his phone.
It was already 9 a.m.!
His stomach growled fiercely—he was starving. Li Ming quickly got up, washed his face, and took a shower.
After straightening his clothes in front of the mirror, he nodded approvingly at his own dashing, debonair reflection.
Only then did he head out.
He went straight to the cafeteria, but it was completely empty—no one in sight. Clearly, he was too late; everyone had already eaten, and the place had been cleaned up.
Li Ming ducked into the kitchen, hoping to scrounge up something to curb his hunger.
Last night, he’d barely touched the food while drinking with Lin Xi, and after expending so much energy, whatever little he’d eaten had long been burned off.
Glancing around, he noted the usual prison fare: potatoes, eggplants, peppers, tomatoes, eggs—rotated in endless variations, no different from his college cafeteria. Cheap and healthy.
Li Ming had some basic cooking skills, but his specialty was fried rice. With practiced ease, he heated the pan, poured in oil, and scrambled the eggs. Then he scooped two bowls of leftover rice into the pan. Soon, a plate of fried rice—lacking in both presentation and aroma—was ready.
Carrying the plate out of the kitchen, he suddenly noticed a stunningly beautiful woman standing in the cafeteria, watching him with an amused smile.
"Xia Hong! What a coincidence! Haven’t eaten either? Want to try my fried rice? Freshly made, still hot!" Li Ming set the plate on the table and gestured invitingly.
Xia Hong looked at the so-called fried rice and couldn’t hold back her laughter.
"You made this?" she asked, grinning.
"Yep! What do you think? Not bad, right?" Li Ming admired his creation. Sure, it was a bit rough—too much oil, slightly burnt eggs, and the rice was a tad overcooked and hard—but overall, not terrible.
"Hahaha! Do you even know how to cook? This fried rice… Did you fall asleep while making it?" Xia Hong clutched her stomach, laughing so hard she had to lean on the table for support.
"Hey, I think it’s decent! The presentation might not be great, but try it—the taste is good!" Unfazed by her reaction, Li Ming picked up the plate, ready to feed her a bite.
Xia Hong immediately waved her hands in refusal.
"No, no, no! I’m not eating that! I’d rather not risk food poisoning. Just sit tight—let me show you how it’s done."
As she spoke, she gathered her long hair into a loose bun, rolling up her sleeves as she headed toward the kitchen.
Li Ming’s eyes lit up. He quickly followed, casually dumping his much-praised fried rice into the trash on the way.
"Xia Hong, you can cook? With those delicate hands, I’d never guess you had this skill!" he marveled.
"It’s nothing. Cooking’s a breeze compared to handling a scalpel. You don’t need to help—just wait outside," Xia Hong said, washing her hands and shooing him away.
"Let me at least assist. Can’t have you doing all the work!" Li Ming snatched the scallions from her and turned on the faucet to rinse them.
Water cascaded over the scallion leaves, and before he knew it, the floor was soaked.
Xia Hong watched his clumsy efforts, shaking her head in amusement as she took the scallions back.
"Just go! You’re making more work for me!"
Li Ming scratched his head sheepishly. He’d managed just fine on his own earlier—why was he so inept now?
"Alright, I’ll leave you to it! Call if you need anything!" He shook the water off his hands and turned to go.
Xia Hong nodded emphatically.
"Yes, yes, yes! Go! You leaving is the biggest help you could—AHH!!"
Before she could finish, her stiletto heel slipped on the wet tile—made even slicker by Li Ming’s earlier spill.
Dressed in a form-fitting black dress with a white coat over it, Xia Hong couldn’t move freely. With no time to react, she flailed helplessly, reaching for something to steady herself.
But there was nothing to grab—just empty air as she toppled backward…
Just as she braced for impact, a pair of strong hands shot under her waist and hips, lifting her effortlessly into the air!
Xia Hong felt her whole body jolt, her brain rattling slightly from the sudden motion, before those burning hands held her aloft with ease. And that wasn’t all—
Those powerful arms even gave her a little bounce, as if she weighed no more than a feather. The sheer masculine energy was overwhelming.
"Xia Hong… you’re so light~…"
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.”
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.
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.
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."
