At the reef.
Waves relentlessly crashed against the rugged rocks, sending sprays of white foam into the air. The briny sea breeze carried a tinge of bitterness, lingering at the nostrils and stirring a faint discomfort.
Su Cheng gazed at Li Guanqi, her silhouette bathed in the golden hues of the setting sun. Her upright posture exuded an air of solemnity and grace. The sea wind tousled her raven-black hair, carrying with it a subtle fragrance, fresh and delicate. Yet, Su Cheng’s attention was drawn to the ring in Li Guanqi’s hand.
After a prolonged silence, he finally spoke, perplexed: "Why are you giving this to me?"
"You need this more than I do," Li Guanqi replied calmly, her tone resolute.
"How could I possibly need something like this?" Su Cheng frowned, baffled. Meeting her earnest expression, he fell silent once more.
He lowered his head, examining the black-gold ring in his palm, and asked softly, "Does it hold some special meaning?"
He knew this ring was no ordinary trinket to Li Guanqi—she wore it daily, even on her ring finger. But he couldn’t fathom why she would suddenly hand over something so symbolic to him.
"Watch," Li Guanqi said, taking the book from Su Cheng’s hand. She lightly tapped the ring with it.
In an instant, the book vanished into thin air, leaving the ring untouched in her palm.
Su Cheng’s eyes widened in disbelief. He blinked rapidly, as if to dispel an illusion.
A moment later, he stammered, staring at her hand, "Is this… a storage ring? No, wait—was that just a magic trick?"
His reaction wasn’t unwarranted. In his understanding, storage rings belonged solely to the realms of fantasy novels and films—something utterly divorced from reality.
Attempting to mask his unease, Su Cheng forced a laugh. "You really went out of your way to distract me with a magic trick, huh? Haha..."
His laughter trailed off awkwardly, met only with Li Guanqi’s silence. She then summoned the book back into existence and handed it to him again.
"You…" Su Cheng’s voice trembled as he took the book, his mind in turmoil. Rational explanations eluded him.
Dismissing it as sleight of hand might have offered temporary solace, but doubt gnawed at him. Was this truly just a performance?
After all, he himself defied logic.
A transmigrator.
Yet without a system—plausible, yet implausible.
"Exactly as you suspect," Li Guanqi affirmed, her voice steady. "This is indeed a 'storage ring.' It can store any inanimate object and retrieve it at will."
"Are you joking?" Su Cheng’s lips quivered, his voice thick with emotion. "I lent you that web novel just days ago, and now you’re pulling this on me?"
"Try it yourself," Li Guanqi countered, extending the ring toward him once more, her gaze unwavering.
Su Cheng hesitated, then leaned forward, placing his hand over hers. The moment his fingers brushed the ring, a chill shot through him, making him shudder. He picked it up, mimicking her earlier motion—touching the ring while silently willing the book away. In a blink, the book disappeared, leaving only the unadorned ring in his grasp.
"Holy—this is real?!" Su Cheng blurted, his face a canvas of astonishment. To test further, he grabbed his backpack and repeated the process—it, too, vanished without a trace.
"......" He stared dumbfounded at the ring, emotions churning within him.
Could she also be a transmigrator?
Li Guanqi stood quietly beside him, observing his reaction. When he finally looked up, she gave a slow, deliberate nod. "I felt the same way at first. But you grow accustomed to it."
Her detached tone suggested she was stating an irrefutable fact, deliberately devoid of sentiment.
Su Cheng took a deep breath, steadying himself, then met her eyes. "You must know how invaluable this ring is. But…"
He hesitated before mustering the courage to ask, "Why would you give something so precious to me?"
"You need it more than I do," Li Guanqi repeated, her expression unchanged, as if she’d anticipated the question.
She continued, "As you once said, protagonists possess 'abilities beyond ordinary comprehension.'"
Her implication was unmistakable. Su Cheng had previously resigned himself to being a side character with only the basic traits of a male lead.
But now, with this ring in his possession—did that elevate him to protagonist status?
"Even if that’s the case, I…"
Su Cheng trailed off, frowning at the ring. Their relationship hardly warranted such a monumental gesture.
Why entrust him with something so extraordinary?
It felt excessive.
Seemingly reading his thoughts, Li Guanqi broke her silence. "The secrets tied to this ring concern us both. So, don’t feel burdened—I have my own reasons."
"Concern me?" Su Cheng blinked. "You need my help with something?"
"I hope that once you uncover the ring’s origins, you’ll assist me," Li Guanqi said solemnly. "I’ve realized I’ve lost memories. I want them back—to find answers. And you might hold the key."
"......" Su Cheng remained quiet for a long moment before shaking his head. "I’m sorry. I can’t accept this."
"Hm?" Li Guanqi’s brow furrowed.
Su Cheng met her gaze unflinchingly. "First, the ring belongs to you. Second, its very existence shatters my understanding of reality."
Pausing, he added firmly, "Please keep it safe and never bring this up again. It’s too much for me to process."
His face showed no trace of greed—only rejection, confusion, and unease.
"Don’t you want to be the protagonist?" Li Guanqi asked, unsurprised. Her eyes bore into his as she murmured, "Isn’t this the 'special ability' you lacked?"
"I'll help you with what you mentioned," Su Cheng said firmly as he returned the ring to Li Guanqi. "After all, I owe you many favors. I can't just pass up the chance to repay you and accept yet another kindness from you, can I?"
"But..." Li Guanqi lowered his gaze to the ring in his hand, pausing in thought before suddenly asking, "Are you sure you don't need this ring?"
"No, I really don't," Su Cheng countered. "There are no shortcuts to becoming the male lead. Even if you gave me this ring, it wouldn’t mean much. It just so happens that I already possess some qualities of a protagonist—with a little more effort, I might actually reach that level."
"So," he continued earnestly, "don’t worry about what the ring might signify for me. Just tell me how I can help you. As long as it’s within my power, I won’t refuse."
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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.”
