School building.
Third floor bathroom
"Ding—"
[Confession failed]
[Character information loading]
[Target: Ailiya Dana]
[Intelligence: 4.5]
[Charm: 8]
[Physical strength: 3]
[Status: Daughter of the CEO of a multinational media company]
[System description: A popular pretty girl at school with half Irish ancestry. She has an extremely cute face but many fatal flaws. Ferocious, obsessive, passionate, arrogant, bossy, willful and unreasonable, with hostility towards all boys.]
[Danger level: B]
[Failed, cannot retry for 1 month]
"Cornelia Plus," Su Cheng couldn't help but comment as he looked at the character profile.
This was practically an advanced version of Cornelia.
He hated tsunderes, but never expected to encounter such an extreme one today. He had no idea how to handle it.
Most importantly, it was another B-level danger.
He still had one B-level danger unresolved, and now another one showed up.
It left him feeling dejected. He had thought it would be a C-level.
After all, she had insulted him too.
[Congratulations, host has completed one B-level danger. Random reward: 1 attribute point.]
[Host's attributes have changed.]
[Charm: 7]
"Can I return this attribute point?!" Su Cheng blurted out upon hearing the system prompt.
However, the system gave no response whatsoever.
So he had no choice but to open the bathroom door and go to the mirror by the sink to examine his changes.
"Holy crap?!"
Su Cheng exclaimed as he looked at himself in the mirror.
His appearance hadn't changed much, but his skin was even smoother and fairer than usual. His eyes were deeper and more beautiful, twinkling like stars in the galaxy.
In short, his skin became fairer and his eyes sparkled. Though only these two points changed, it altered his entire aura as if he had become a different person.
Hmm...
Harmless and innocent, quite deceptive overall.
"Damn it, why?!" Su Cheng's expression turned ugly. With this change, the difficulty of failing confessions would increase exponentially in the future.
He didn't even know how to explain it to others.
It was fine for those who didn't know him well, but Liu Qingyue was very familiar with him.
She often stared at his face for no reason.
"What should I do?"
Su Cheng frowned, ruffling his hair in frustration, at a loss for what to do.
"Oh my god!"
Just then, he suddenly noticed something unusual. He had unconsciously touched his stomach and found that his once soft belly had become somewhat hard.
Su Cheng lifted his shirt to look at his abdomen, his face full of horror: "Did my stomach grow bread?!"
"No, it's abs!"
He reached down to touch his waist, and his face immediately turned ashen.
Six-pack abs had suddenly appeared on his stomach!
And they were very robust, solid, and elastic six-pack abs!
Moreover, each ab was perfectly sized, with defined lines that looked professionally trained. One glance and you could tell it came from frequent, rigorous exercise.
"So, this thing is part of charm?" Su Cheng thought to himself, then couldn't help but complain: "We have PE class next, how am I supposed to face people?!"
He began to doubt his life, suspecting that this system was just increasing the difficulty for him. In the upcoming swimming class, he'd only be wearing swim trunks, so his abs would definitely be exposed.
What if word got out?
Like being called the "confession maniac" with six-pack abs.
Just hearing this new title made him feel too embarrassed to accept it.
"That's it!"
Suddenly, a brilliant idea flashed through Su Cheng's mind.
He could wear a one-piece swimsuit to swimming class, which would perfectly solve the abs problem.
"As expected of me. Always coming up with such ingenious solutions!"
Thought became action.
Su Cheng immediately left the bathroom and ran towards the school store. He needed to buy clothes.
He was going to buy a women's swimsuit for swimming class.
"Eh? Women's swimsuit..."
Just as he stepped out of the bathroom, Su Cheng suddenly froze: "Am I a pervert?"
The "confession maniac" with six-pack abs or the "confession maniac" wearing a one-piece swimsuit?
Choosing a title was an extremely agonizing decision.
The former was embarrassing, the latter even more so.
He hesitated for a long time before finally choosing the former.
Although the perverted reputation would greatly increase his confession failure rate,
He now had friends, so even if he didn't care about his own face,
He had to consider his friends.
Plus, he was essentially a normal-minded young man who didn't want to be labeled a pervert.
...
Meanwhile
Class 1-2.
Two unexpected visitors suddenly appeared at the door, none other than Ailiya who came looking for Su Cheng, and a resigned-looking Cornelia.
Ailiya had long brown hair cascading down her back. Her features were exquisite, looking like a delicate porcelain doll, except her face was now filled with displeasure.
She stood at the classroom entrance, arms crossed, surveying the room.
Cornelia wore an awkward yet polite smile, following behind her.
Inside the classroom, a group of students were gathered around two girls, discussing something.
Their arrival immediately silenced the chatter in the class, as everyone turned to look at them.
"Oh, Senior Sister William?" A black-haired girl in the class noticed Cornelia. She was stunned for a moment, then frowned.
"Isn't that the diplomat's daughter who humiliated Su Cheng before?"
A blonde girl next to her suddenly stood up, glaring at Cornelia with unfriendly eyes.
The rest of the class also turned their gazes towards Cornelia, their eyes filled with hostility and enmity.
Seeing this, Cornelia's facial expression immediately stiffened, unsure of how to react.
Ailiya paid no attention to this. Her gaze swept across the room, not finding Su Cheng, and finally landed on a tall girl with a ponytail in the middle of the classroom.
"Junior Sister Li, I have something to ask you." Ailiya's tone was interrogative.
"Senior, what—"
Before she could finish, the blonde girl next to her cut in: "Class monitor, let me handle this."
Seeing this, Ailiya didn't say anything and shifted her focus.
"Senior Sister Ailiya, do you need something?" the blonde girl asked, her tone neither warm nor cold, seemingly a bit distant.
"If I remember correctly, you're the second young miss of the Zhao Group, Zhao Yan, right?" Ailiya said coldly, her tone carrying a hint of superiority.
People in their social circles naturally knew each other and were clear about each other's identities.
"Hmph!" Zhao Yan snorted lightly, but instead looked at Cornelia and said: "Could it be that Senior Sister William is here for something as well?"
"Is there something wrong with me coming here?" Cornelia felt somewhat angry. She was already annoyed by everyone's stares, and now hearing this comment made her even more irritated.
She had mainly come to prevent Ailiya from doing anything excessive.
So she didn't feel comfortable letting Ailiya come alone.
"Where is that damned Su Cheng?!" Ailiya, however, cut straight to the chase, her tone extremely forceful and dominant.
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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.”
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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."
