"How did you do that?" She blinked with puzzled eyes, her voice crisp and cool.
"Do what?"
The silver-haired girl looked astonished. "Freezing that monster in place!"
She hesitated before continuing, "Normally... only certain Divine Cards' abilities can immobilize someone."
"But all I saw was you taking a step back, and suddenly the monster stopped moving."
"During that, I didn’t see you use a Divine Card."
Zhou Ke didn’t want to reveal that he had used the Heart 7 Divine Card—after all, during yesterday’s [Bloodline Test], his registered Divine Card was the Club K.
Normally, a person should only possess one Divine Card.
"Ah, I don’t know either. Maybe it was stunned by how handsome I am."
He deliberately cracked a joke to divert her attention away from the question.
She seemed to catch his intention and smiled understandingly. "Never mind, I shouldn’t have asked."
"Hello, I’m Su Chenxi. Thank you for saving me."
The girl performed a graceful aristocratic curtsy, poised and elegant.
Zhou Ke pulled out a tissue and silently wiped the blood off his face.
"No need for thanks. I’m Zhou Ke."
Su Chenxi’s expression shifted slightly. "Zhou Ke?"
"You’re the one from yesterday, right? The commoner with 43 points of magic essence who also killed a Skull Society assassin?"
Zhou Ke nodded quietly, then countered, "And you’re the new student with the Spade Q Divine Card, aren’t you?"
"I saw you use your ability. So, Spade Q’s power is: unlimited weapon summoning?"
Zhou Ke had an excellent memory—yesterday, among the incoming students, only she stood out with her striking silver hair.
Su Chenxi didn’t hide it either, admitting openly, "Yes, it’s a combat-type ability. But I can only summon weapons I’m skilled with."
Zhou Ke chuckled wryly.
"By the way, we just used Divine Cards in front of civilians and killed someone. Won’t the academy expel us?"
He remembered the night of his 18th birthday, when he performed an impressive magic trick and was mistaken for an ability user by the police.
Back then, they had been extremely harsh, even mentioning the death penalty.
Su Chenxi shook her head.
"That person was a killing monster from the Skull Society."
"They’ve lost all humanity—they only obey their trainers’ orders to hunt and kill targets that fit certain criteria."
"He wasn’t human. Using abilities in front of him falls under special circumstances; the law grants immunity."
"Besides, I’ll talk to my father about it. You don’t need to worry."
Father... That word told Zhou Ke everything he needed to know.
She really was a noble young lady, born into power and influence.
And based on the tentacle monster’s earlier command, Zhou Ke already had a rough idea of her identity.
"So, as a noble, why were you taking the subway?" Zhou Ke finally asked the question that had piqued his curiosity from the start.
She smiled. "You didn’t think I was the type of noble girl who puts on airs, did you?"
"Actually, I’ve always believed we should bridge the gap between nobles and commoners, treating everyone equally in society."
"So today, I wanted to experience commuting by subway—leading by example."
Then she sighed.
"Though I didn’t expect it would attract a Skull Society assassin."
"Given the monster’s behavior, its orders must have been: kill all nobles."
Zhou Ke tilted his head up.
"But I’m not a noble."
She let out a soft laugh.
"No need to hide it. Everyone says you’re a commoner, but your magic essence level is so high—only high-ranking nobles have that."
"And that dagger of yours is clearly a noble’s weapon too."
Dagger?
Zhou Ke glanced at his right hand.
He was still lightly gripping the short sword that had slain the monster, its tip still dripping blood.
"The craftsmanship of this dagger is exquisite," Su Chenxi remarked admiringly.
Zhou Ke shook his head again.
"This dagger was left to me by my parents. I’m certain they were commoners."
"As for why I have magic essence and was granted a Divine Card..."
"It’s just an exception."
Su Chenxi lowered her head in thought. "If you really are a commoner... then what was the Skull Society monster’s order? To kill all Divine Card Academy students?"
Zhou Ke didn’t respond.
He recalled the tentacle monster’s inner voice.
[Royal blood... eliminate.]
...
"We’re here."
The subway slowly pulled into the station.
After stepping onto the platform, they spotted the spire of one of the academy’s buildings in the distance.
A sea of people crowded around them.
"Zhou Ke, I have to go now. Thank you again for helping me on the train. I owe you one—I’ll repay you someday."
"Mm, see you." Zhou Ke bid her farewell.
Honestly, his first impression of Su Chenxi wasn’t bad.
A noble girl who actually took the subway to school.
And she didn’t act high-and-mighty at all—polite and refined.
Zhou Ke thought of Ye Lingtian.
Ye Lingtian wore his family crest prominently, nose in the air, as if desperate to prove his nobility.
Both nobles, yet worlds apart.
"Wow, Zhou Ke, you’re finally here!" A hand clapped him hard on the back.
Zhang Yang grinned.
"So? Nervous? Excited? The freshman orientation is about to start!"
...
The entire freshman class buzzed with excitement inside the Divine Card Academy’s grand auditorium.
Students chatted animatedly, taking in the lavish decorations.
At the front was a large stage, bathed in bright lights.
Below, rows of seats were already filled with newcomers.
Zhou Ke and Zhang Yang found spots toward the back.
"Hey, I heard from someone up front that the king’s daughter is enrolling this year too!"
"I wonder what Her Highness looks like? Royalty can’t be bad, right...?"
"We’ll be classmates—who knows, maybe I’ll even have a story with the princess, heh heh."
Zhang Yang was already lost in fantasy.
Zhou Ke wasn’t as excited, only half-heartedly humoring him.
"If she’s a princess, she’s probably arrogant. Would she even glance at a minor noble like you?"
They continued their idle chatter.
The orientation began.
An upperclassman took the stage, speaking in clear, formal tones.
"Faculty and students, welcome to Divine Card Academy..."
"...Now, let the orientation ceremony commence. Please welcome the headmaster to the stage!"
With that, the student host stepped down.
The freshmen buzzed with anticipation, waiting for the headmaster’s appearance.
But as time passed, no one came.
The crowd grew restless, whispers spreading through the seats.
Ahem. "It seems the headmaster is delayed. Let’s skip this segment for now."
A young female professor stood up to take control.
Recognizing her red attire, Zhou Ke immediately identified her as Professor Chen Yun.
"Now, let’s invite our freshman representative to give a speech!" With that, Professor Chen Yun began clapping.
The students below erupted into applause.
"According to tradition, it's always been the nobles who have this privilege. This year, I bet it'll be that young master from the Ye family, right?"
"Hey, haven't you heard? The royal princess is enrolling this year too! It’s definitely going to be her!"
Zhou Ke overheard such discussions nearby.
Amidst the applause, a striking figure slowly stepped onto the stage.
"Hiss—" Every freshman’s gaze was instantly captivated.
A graceful young woman with flowing silver hair and an elegant gown walked up, her high heels clicking softly as she approached the microphone.
"Zhou Ke, look! A goddess has descended!!!" Zhang Yang beside him was practically drooling.
Zhou Ke didn’t respond immediately.
His eyes were fixed on the silver bracelet adorning the girl’s slender, porcelain-white wrist.
Then she spoke, her voice clear and bright:
"Hello everyone, I’m Su Chenxi."
"Ahhh!!! Even her voice is heavenly!" Zhang Yang looked ready to scream and jump out of his seat.

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."

d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!

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.

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.”