"Name?"
"Hun Lan!"
"Age?"
"Thirty-six million, five hundred fourteen thousand, two hundred eighty-eight years old!"
"Good, this year you're eight."
"The hell I'm eight?!"
"Shut your mouth! First warning—do you want a taste of the shock baton or not?"
"You son of a—OW OW OW~"
"Why make things hard for yourself? Next question—cultivation realm?"
"...I’m at the Third Layer of the Taiyi Realm!"
"What?"
Chen Huaigeng froze for a moment, then pulled out an advanced realm reference chart with some uncertainty.
Third Layer of Taiyi—six thousand divine kingdoms, a supreme-grade talent!
Damn… As expected of the Venerable One, recruiting an immortal heavyweight like this to suppress variables!
"Alright, Hun Lan, listen carefully. You’re eight years old, born in Tiedan Village, Yusui Town, Seven Star Pass by the East Sea. Died young, but your soul didn’t return to the underworld, your spirit didn’t enter reincarnation—temporarily stored in the Treasury Department’s Treasure Vault."
Chen Huaigeng quickly made arrangements. A supreme-grade talent was far too precious; he couldn’t decide Hun Lan’s fate, nor could the entire Bureau of Reincarnation and Fate handle such a big shot. The only option was to dump him in the Treasury Department’s vault—anyone who wanted to use him would have to file a request.
"Next!"
"Wait, wait!" Hun Lan still had something to say. "Hey, boss, can I ask a question?"
Hearing this, Chen Huaigeng’s lips twitched as he struggled to suppress a smirk, but he still replied humbly, "I’m just a lowly intern, not any kind of boss. What’s your question?"
"Pfft, acting all high and mighty—thought you were some bigshot. Turns out you’re just a measly intern? Then why the hell should I bother asking? Later!" Hun Lan scoffed, shooting him a disdainful side-eye before strutting off to his assigned spot.
Chen Huaigeng’s eye twitched, but his expression remained blank. He quietly added a line to Hun Lan’s pre-edited virtual fate profile:
[This supreme-grade talent exhibits questionable conduct and poor virtue. Recommended for deployment to the Bureau of Marriage and Fate.]
Ever heard the saying, "The King of Hell is easy to meet, but his underlings are the real trouble"?
If Hun Lan had yapped like this in front of Chen Yi, he’d have just gotten slapped twice and been done with it. But offending a mere intern? Oh, he was in for a world of suffering!
Sure, the Bureau of Marriage and Fate had lost its biggest troublemaker, Bai Yujing, but old habits die hard. They’d toned it down, sure, but their essence remained unchanged—still packed with talent and still experts at twisting variables with the most brutal efficiency, ensuring potential disasters withered before they could bloom.
Take one infamous case: A monstrously gifted prodigy, scarred by childhood tragedy, had sunk into darkness—until a single ray of warmth saved him at his lowest point.
But fate decreed that light would die young. Just as the prodigy opened his heart, turned from evil, and purified his dao heart—on the verge of forming his nascent soul—that very light perished before his eyes, struck down by karmic backlash after an act of kindness.
And just like that, everything shattered.
When a celestial inspector discovered this variable, he knew: The disaster had begun. A Demon Sovereign would rise, and no force could suppress it. Blood would pave his path to power.
This was a calamity that could only be quelled with lives.
But the Bureau of Marriage and Fate? They had other ideas.
"If love rises with the wind, then let the gale blow—scatter the chaos, scatter the restless hearts!"
Back then, no celestial official believed in them. Yet somehow, they pulled it off.
Those bastards drew lots, picked a scapegoat to bear the karma, then forcibly tied a "quality expendable" from the Divine Land to the prodigy with a red string of fate.
A sin. An absolute sin.
Just thinking about it feels blasphemous.
Since no woman could replace the prodigy’s lost love, the Bureau took a different approach—they made him fall for a man instead.
And just like that, the variable twisted, the calamity dissolved.
The only victim? That corrupt official from the Divine Land, nearly reformed, now forced onto a shameful path of "compensatory affection" by the Bureau’s meddling.
So don’t underestimate Chen Huaigeng’s little footnote—Hun Lan would soon learn what "good fruits" really tasted like.
"Next!"
Meanwhile.
Chen Yi couldn’t help but reassess the intern.
Bold. Very bold.
Youthful ambition thirsting for merit—no opportunity left unseized.
But he wasn’t wrong.
Deploying celestial talents required discretion. A boulder dropped into a lake would cause chaos; slow digestion was the wiser path.
That’s why Chen Yi had secretly funneled these talents to the Bureau of Reincarnation and Fate.
Chen Huaigeng just happened to be in the right place. Had he followed protocol and reported the anomaly, his superiors would’ve grasped Chen Yi’s intent—after all, those who kept their seats in this bureaucracy weren’t fools.
But Chen Huaigeng wasn’t one for rules. When Lady Fate passed by, his eyes gleamed—he seized her fluttering hem without hesitation.
The man craved advancement too much.
"Fine. The outcome’s correct, but the method’s flawed. No punishment would set a bad precedent—imagine if everyone acted this recklessly."
"Perfect timing—the Western Expedition of the Heavenly Mandate Calamity Squad still lacks a scribe. Demote him there, then let the old man give him a nudge later."
Chen Yi’s gaze deepened as a script took shape in his mind.
"Yi-ge, you good? I’m… not feeling great."
The Little Golden Dragon shuffled over, body swollen, eyes brimming with resentment.
No one knew what he’d endured.
Every crevice pried open, his sea of consciousness flooded with pure primordial lightning—who could understand his pain?
He was seething.
Chen Yi glanced sideways. "Want an official post?"
"Uh… Can I say no?" The Little Golden Dragon waffled, too cowardly to outright refuse.
"Really don’t want it?" Chen Yi’s voice was calm. "You can refuse. But let me clarify—this job’s light work. Basically a vacation: tour the myriad realms, reconnect severed immortal paths, and guide those stuck at bottlenecks to the Violet Heaven."
"You won’t even lift a finger—just maintain stable teleportation channels. The Ascension Bureau’s professionals handle the rest."
"Moreover, business trips come with allowances. Though the Ziwei Immortal Realm isn't particularly wealthy right now, we can still offer you a base salary of one million Immortal Yuan Stones per month, plus generous bonuses in the form of Law Origin Essence and Natural Spiritual Resonance..."
"Are you really not interested?"
Before the words even finished—
"Hiss~"
The Little Golden Dragon scratched its horn. That actually sounded... pretty good?
Wait, seriously?
Could it really be that much freedom with such generous rewards?
Or is this just another trick to fool me?
...........
(Internal monologue): Drifting through life in a daze, just lazing around all day...
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
