"Ah, too bad the last number was wrong, otherwise it would have been the first prize. Oh well, second prize... not bad, I guess. With the multiplier, it’s seven million. Not too shabby," Xu Mo said with a hint of humble bragging.
Zhou Qiaoqiao: "?"
An Youyi: "?"
Yang Jingxuan: "?"
Li Jiaxin: "?"
The four of them all wore the same expression of confusion.
Second prize is "not bad"?
Seven million is "not too shabby"?
Are you even hearing yourself?!
Is this even human language??
Seven million is already a huge amount! What more could you possibly want after winning seven million?
"Do you know someone at the lottery station?" An Youyi suddenly asked, her eyes narrowing suspiciously as she stared at Xu Mo.
There was something strange about Xu Mo—no, something extremely strange!
After all, he had just won seven million, a full seven million, not seven hundred.
A normal person who wins seven million would undoubtedly be ecstatic, overjoyed, maybe even speechless or moved to tears.
But Xu Mo looked completely calm, as if he had known all along that he would win.
There had to be something fishy going on.
An Youyi even wondered if Xu Mo had some insider information, maybe he knew the winning numbers in advance, which was why he was so confident when he made the bet with them...
"It’s just that I have a bit of good luck, that’s all. Nothing special," Xu Mo rolled his eyes. "If I really knew someone on the inside, I’d be rich by now... This lottery ticket was randomly generated. It has nothing to do with me. I probably just got lucky."
"Randomly generated and you won second prize?" Yang Jingxuan squinted her eyes, as if she had just thought of something.
Back in college, she used to love buying lottery tickets, but she never won anything, so she eventually concluded that the lottery was a scam.
But now, she wasn’t so sure.
Maybe it wasn’t the lottery’s fault—maybe it was hers!
Back then, she always picked her own numbers and never used the random selection option.
Could that be the key? Was random selection the way to win? Yang Jingxuan pondered.
Her long-abandoned interest in the lottery was suddenly rekindled.
She picked up her phone, opened a map app, and typed "lottery station" into the search bar.
Several nearby lottery stations popped up on the map. Yang Jingxuan bookmarked the closest one, planning to try her luck there tomorrow...
...
Meanwhile, at the lottery station where Xu Mo had bought his ticket.
The shop owner had just finished his work for the day and was about to close up and head home.
As usual, after the lottery results were announced, he checked the computer to see if any of the tickets sold at his store had won big.
This was because whenever a customer won a major prize, the lottery center would reward the store with a bonus.
In other words, if a customer hit the jackpot, the store owner would also get a cut.
Plus, a big win was great publicity. Hanging up a banner saying "Million-Dollar Winner Sold Here!" would instantly boost business.
Today happened to be the drawing day.
So before leaving, the shop owner turned on the computer and checked the sales records.
The results for the latest Double Color Ball draw were already out, and if any tickets sold at his store had won, he would be able to see it in the system.
As soon as he checked, the shop owner’s eyes lit up. The system showed that one of the tickets sold at his store had won, and the prize was substantial—seven million.
After confirming the amount, the shop owner checked the details of the winning ticket.
The second-prize ticket had been randomly generated and had a 100x multiplier.
At this, the shop owner frowned, recalling a young man who had come into the store earlier that day.
That afternoon, a clueless young man had walked in and bought a randomly generated Double Color Ball ticket with a 100x multiplier.
The shop owner remembered him well because it was the biggest sale of the day—the young man had spent 200 yuan on that single ticket, and it was the only one that had been randomly generated with a 100x multiplier.
The thought of someone who knew nothing about the lottery casually buying a 200-yuan ticket and winning seven million made the shop owner’s stomach churn.
"What kind of luck is that..."
The kid had won on his very first try, and it was a second prize! With the multiplier, the prize was seven million!
Was this guy some kind of luck god?
How could this even happen?!
Earlier that day, the shop owner had secretly mocked the clueless young man in his mind, thinking he was just another daydreaming fool.
But now... the fool had actually won.
The joke was on him.
All the shop owner could think now was: Why didn’t I buy a ticket too?!
...
Back at the villa.
"I really don’t know any insider information. Why won’t you believe me? I told you, the ticket was randomly generated. I just got lucky... Are you trying to back out of the bet because you lost? Can’t handle it?"
An Youyi’s little scheme had been exposed, and her face flushed slightly.
The next second, she put her hands on her hips, pretending to be angry. "Who’s backing out? Fine, I’ll give you a foot massage! Come on, give me your foot."
Xu Mo leaned back on the sofa and stretched out his foot, ready to enjoy the treatment.
Meanwhile, Yang Jingxuan and Li Jiaxin, true to their word, also fulfilled their bets—one massaging Xu Mo’s shoulders, the other kneading his legs.
"How’s the pressure? Is this okay?"
"Yeah, yeah, just like that... feels great," Xu Mo said, closing his eyes in relaxation.
Seeing Xu Mo’s content expression, An Youyi’s eyes gleamed mischievously.
"I saw a foot reflexology chart online. There’s a pressure point on the foot that corresponds to the kidneys. It can test your kidney function. Let me try it. I’ll start with a little pressure, and if it hurts, let me know."
With that, she twisted her face into a grimace and pressed down with all her might.
"Does that hurt?"
That’s a "little pressure"? Your face is literally contorted from the effort—do you think I can’t tell?! Despite the sharp pain, Xu Mo kept a straight face. "Nope, doesn’t hurt at all. Are you even pressing? I can’t feel a thing."
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!
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.
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
