"I'm sorry, Wei, this world is just so dark."
Hearing Sun Ying's final words, Wei said nothing and turned to run!
But he felt his feet go weak, unable to exert any force!
As a result, he only took a few steps before being pounced upon from behind by a vagrant!
At this point, Wei could only raise his fists and punch the vagrant as they grappled and rolled on the ground!
The intense scuffle drew the attention of many onlookers from nearby.
Some held coffee or drinks in their hands, some munched on seeds, all watching the spectacle with glee.
Sun Ying watched the two men wrestling on the ground, a look of disgust on her face as she took out tissues to wipe her tongue and arms.
Then, she picked up a rock from the roadside.
Approaching the brawling pair, she raised the rock high.
Wei was on the bottom, and he saw Sun Ying's motion, shouting as he fended off the vagrant's blows, "Look behind you!"
"This woman is trying to kill us both!"
The vagrant paid no heed to Wei's words, raining blow after blow upon the weaker Wei until he was utterly defenseless!
Gradually, Wei's once refined and scholarly face became a bloody, mangled mess, his wire-rimmed glasses completely bent out of shape as he slipped into unconsciousness!
It was at this moment that Sun Ying, holding the rock aloft, curved her lips into a faint smile, and THWACK—
She dealt the vagrant a crushing blow to the back of his skull, cracking it open.
The vagrant jolted, then slowly collapsed atop Wei, motionless.
Sun Ying's slender arm remained raised, the rock poised to strike Wei's head!
THWACK!
The rock struck the pavement.
Sun Ying's expression changed abruptly.
She saw before her a jester clad in a purple suit, a golden badge pinned to his chest, tilting his head as he observed her.
"Woo-hoo! I think... I might have come at a bad time?"
Sun Ying glanced at the nearly lifeless Wei on the ground, forcing out, "This is a private matter between us, it has nothing to do with you!"
"Of course!"
The jester sauntered forward, his crimson lips curling slightly upward. "I just wanted to ask, what was it... ah yes!"
"Why did you at Starlight Group suddenly refuse to cooperate with us?"
Sun Ying trembled faintly as she spoke, "It's... hard to explain in a few words. Simply put, if you want to resolve this issue, you'd best speak to Starlight Group's chairman."
The jester's crimson smile widened as realization dawned. "I see, so your chairman has a grudge against you?"
Sun Ying grew somewhat flustered.
Her previous statement seemed innocuous, but it subtly deflected the topic and shifted blame elsewhere.
The jester had asked about the reason behind this incident, but she replied with advice on resolving it instead.
In the back-and-forth, Sun Ying had concealed the true instigator behind this affair.
But the shrewd jester saw through her ploy in an instant.
With a flick of his wrist, the jester produced a small dagger.
"Listen well, I'm asking why your leadership reneged on a decision already made?"
"I only want to know who caused this, so don't try to deceive me, or else I'll make you..."
The jester gestured towards the mutilated Wei, continuing, "...end up like him."
Sun Ying's expression became helpless.
"It was Liu Bin, the head of our supply chain and logistics management department. If our cooperation succeeded, you would become part of Starlight Group's supply chain."
"Everything in the supply chain falls under Liu Bin's purview. According to industry norms, you'd need to give Liu Bin a little 'favor' – what's commonly called a kickback or bribe."
"Otherwise, why would a massive company like Starlight Group choose your products when so many others are vying to supply us?"
"Only our sales and R&D departments know the quality of your prosthetics, but R&D would never admit that a small clinic could produce anything better than their thousands-strong research team."
"Otherwise, what's the point of keeping them around?"
"So the information Liu Bin received from R&D was that your prosthetics are just average."
"An ordinary product from a supplier who doesn't 'pay respects' was bound to be rejected. That's more or less the process."
"Do... Do you understand now?"
The jester stood dazed for a long while before finally snapping out of it.
He blinked and said, "Spending too much time with Lu has made me think this world had become simple and clean."
"But now I see, yes, this is the feeling that once drove me insane – the complexity of human society..."
"Oh?"
The jester suddenly thought of a question.
"Why are you covering for Liu Bin by hiding this?"
Sun Ying's seductive face twitched ever so slightly. "We're... in a relationship."
The jester tilted his head and frowned. "How is that different from an affair?"
Sun Ying: "......"
"No... No major difference."
The jester stepped over the two men lying on the road and approached Sun Ying.
"I have a hunch you were trying to scheme against Lu. Am I right?"
Sun Ying thought back to what she had told Wei earlier.
But could that be called scheming?
At most, she only planned to monopolize Lu's supply.
That would just be giving Lu more money, wouldn't it?
Looking at the jester's face painted in ashen white, she said cautiously, "I really didn't scheme against Dr. Lu."
The jester shook his head. "I think you did."
"Because Lu told me, sometimes, you can guess what many people will do."
"With your seductive looks, strong personality, and single-minded ambition to climb higher, you'll scheme against anyone you encounter."
As he spoke, the jester retrieved something from his person, causing Sun Ying's seductive face to turn pale.
The jester pressed the object against Sun Ying's chin, grazing it lightly.
Then he circled her slender neck with it, binding her.
It was a long, cylindrical balloon.
The same color and style as the one he had tied around Wu Xiong's neck before.
As the jester secured the balloon, he said, "If I guessed right, then it's fitting to send you to the afterlife."
"But if I guessed wrong, then..."
"I'll just say sorry."
With the balloon bound, the jester stood before Sun Ying, observing her face contorted by envy and fear, and grinned.
"Now, I don't know if I guessed right or wrong, I don't know if you truly did something detrimental to Lu, but!"
"I've decided to say this first—"
"I'm sorry."
With that, the jester reached out and popped the balloon around Sun Ying's neck.
For a moment, Sun Ying was transported back to that night when she saw Lu Yuan carry Wu Xiong's severed head upstairs.
BANG!
The balloon burst.
Well, just the balloon burst.
"Heh heh heh heh! Don't be scared, I was just kidding with you!"
Seeing the jester's face twisted in an eerie smile, Sun Ying felt an urge to fling her high heel at him.
The jester pointed to a car by the roadside. "You can leave now."
Sun Ying glanced at the mutilated Wei lying on the ground and tried to pick up the rock to strike him again.
But after this chain of events, she was too shaken to muster any strength, and the rock fell with little force.
Sensing the jester's eerie smile and cold gaze, Sun Ying dared not linger.
She slipped off her high heels, clutching them as she hurried to the car, started it up, and with one last haunted look at the jester, drove off into the night.
Through the rearview mirror, Sun Ying watched the clown in the distance grow farther away, and she felt a sense of joy at having narrowly escaped alive.
However, what she didn't see was that as the car drove away, the clown took out a detonator from his body.
Extending the antenna, he muttered to himself, "I'm not as cruel as Lu Yuan. I send people to their happy ending when they're joyful."
As he spoke, boom—
Before the clown could press the button on the detonator, Sun Ying's car was already catapulted into the air in a blazing explosion.
Watching the magnificent flames ahead, the clown stood stunned.
He looked down at the detonator in his hand and cursed, "Damn!"
Tossing it far away carelessly.
On the other side, on the interstate highway of the S-31 Region.
Feeling the vibration from his phone, Wu Xiong had a meaningful smile on his face.
Sun Ying was scheming against Wu Xiong, but wasn't Wu Xiong also scheming against her?
"Sorry, Sun Ying, this world is just that dark."
......
"Hunter, don't you feel that Lu Yuan is actually kind-hearted?"
"Many times he's willing to give people a chance to live, unlike these two, who instantly resort to lethal force."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
