"Su Nian, I'm sorry, but you've been terminated from the Tengyue Club."
*Slap*—
A contract was thrown onto the table.
Su Nian glanced at the contract, then at the blonde-haired man across from him, raising an eyebrow.
The blonde man was Zhang Kai, owner of the Tengyue Club, who commanded 5 racers and 3 Mecha-Maidens.
Before him lay a termination contract—stating that on April 1st, 2024, after training, he had sexually harassed Mecha-Maiden [Yu-786], seriously violating the regulations governing human-Mecha-Maiden interactions. He had been dismissed from the Tengyue Club. This dismissal also meant he would lose his status as Yu-786's driver and his qualification to participate in The Norsk Rally.
"Given that you've done decent work in our club's modification department, especially in training Yu-786 well, we'll waive the breach of contract fee. You should be grateful," Zhang Kai said with an arrogant smile, tossing a pen in front of Su Nian. "Just sign the contract and get out!"
"Sexual harassment?!" Su Nian stood up, glaring coldly at Zhang Kai. "I was checking her engine module, physical contact was unavoidable. Just touching her back counts as harassment? If I'd moved my hand any lower, would she have sat down and given birth to a Chery QQ?"
"Su Nian! Show some respect." Zhang Kai frowned and sat up straight, his tone impatient:
"Yu is my Mecha-Maiden now. I established a soul imprint contract with her yesterday. Insulting her is insulting me!"
With Zhang Kai's words, Su Nian finally understood the real reason.
The Mecha-Maiden he had spent a month carefully modifying, even investing his own money in training, had been snatched away.
And now he'd lost the competition qualification he'd worked so hard to obtain.
Zhang Kai's shameless behavior had rendered all his efforts worthless, including his plans for development in this world.
Indeed, Su Nian wasn't from this world.
He had arrived in this world of speed and passion just over a month ago. The Mecha-Maiden rally was the main theme of entertainment and competitive sports in this world, equivalent to the combined status of Hollywood, World Cup, Olympics, and other world-class industries on Earth. Success in this field could make one a superstar.
However, the rallies in this world were somewhat different. The vehicles competing on the track weren't ordinary race cars, but special beings called Mecha-Maidens. Outside of races, they were indistinguishable from human girls, only transforming into Mechanical Maiden Vehicles on the track for their drivers to control.
"Did Yu-786 agree to this willingly? You didn't coerce her?"
Su Nian thought of the Mecha-Maiden who had always been so obedient to him, finding it hard to imagine her betrayal.
"Of course, Yu-786 actually approached me herself," Zhang Kai said carelessly, leaning back in his chair. "If you don't believe me, you can ask Yu-786 yourself."
He clapped his hands, and a tall young woman walked in.
"Master, you called for me?"
Yu walked to Zhang Kai's side, her expression respectful.
This submissive demeanor was very familiar to Su Nian; Yu had always been like this with him, but now she felt like a stranger. As his gaze fell on Yu-786, a semi-transparent virtual panel gradually appeared above her.
[Drift: 66 points]
[Acceleration: 72 points]
[Cornering: 61 points]
[Energy Build-up: 55 points]
[Stability: 53 points]
[Impact Resistance: 51 points]
[Endurance: 60 points]
[Evaluation: This is a Mecha-Maiden barely meeting the qualification standards for official track racing, with poor impact resistance and stability—she'll fall apart at the slightest collision!]
Only he could see this information—one of his special abilities in this world.
His other ability was strengthening Mecha-Maiden attributes by earning MP values through races.
Yu-786's current attributes were the result of replacing many parts, such as tires, frame, and battery—components that didn't require modules. When he first took charge of Yu-786, she couldn't even complete an official race, and the other two Mecha-Maidens at the Tengyue Club were in even worse condition.
He had planned to take Yu-786 to several small training races before next week's Norsk Rally to accumulate MP values and improve her attributes, particularly her poor impact resistance, to achieve better results in the Norsk competition.
Now all that was gone—Yu-786 had simply dumped him!
"Yu, tell Su Nian, didn't you come to me yesterday seeking a contract?" Zhang Kai said smugly, his arm around Yu's waist.
Yu met Su Nian's eyes and said coldly:
"Su Nian has no racing experience, hasn't even participated in training races—he's just a rookie driver. But Master is different; he's participated in The Norsk Rally several times. His previous poor results were just due to having inferior Mecha-Maidens."
"Me, a rookie driver?" Su Nian pointed at himself, laughing bitterly in anger.
In his previous life, he had been a world-class racing driver. If it weren't for his car being sabotaged in his final race before retirement, causing brake failure and sending him off a cliff to his death before coming to this world, he would now be celebrating victory with a championship trophy in his mansion.
"What are you laughing at? Impotent rage?" Zhang Kai sat with his legs crossed, looking at Su Nian with a strange expression. "Isn't Yu telling the truth? To achieve a good ranking in The Norsk Rally, you need both a qualified Mecha-Maiden and an experienced driver. Su Nian, you haven't even participated in one race—you're not qualified! I initially agreed to give you Yu-786 as a reward for your modification skills. Now this is Yu's own choice, you have no right to interfere!"
With that, he pushed the contract toward Su Nian, indicating he should sign and leave.
Su Nian looked at Zhang Kai and Yu-786 silently for a moment, then picked up the pen and signed his name with a flourish.
"Ah, that's more like it!" Zhang Kai picked up the contract, smiling. "Su Nian, you're still young, there will be other opportunities. I see you're quite sensible. I'd hate to lose talent like you—why don't you become Yu-786's dedicated modification specialist? Same salary."
Su Nian remained silent, then after a while, a cold laugh escaped through his clenched teeth.
"Zhang Kai, do you know what wall-ride overtaking is? Do you know about drainage ditch cornering? Do you know about drifting?"
"...You know nothing."
He turned to Yu-786, his expression even colder: "Ungrateful thing, did you really think I'd care about your fragile frame that breaks at the slightest touch, your snail-like clumsy turning?"
Yu-786's face turned pale, her eyes filled with shock as she looked at Su Nian.
During the month under Su Nian's care, he had never driven her or conducted any tests. How did he know about her weaknesses?
"Maybe he's just guessing..." she thought to herself, but couldn't shake off her unease.
Had her decision yesterday been wrong?
No, impossible.
Su Nian was just a rookie who knew nothing except modifications.
He didn't even know what modules and mechanical cores were when he first encountered her.
Following such a driver onto the track, she could never achieve any glory, only fade into obscurity.
Zhang Kai didn't understand what Su Nian was talking about; he'd never heard those terms before.
But he understood Su Nian's claim that he knew nothing and his criticism of Yu-786.
He had driven Yu-786 yesterday, and she felt far superior to the club's other Mecha-Maidens.
This further convinced him that Su Nian was just throwing a tantrum, barking madly because he couldn't win Yu-786's favor.
"Su Nian, you're not even a qualified driver, who do you think you are?" Zhang Kai slammed the table, pointing at Su Nian. "I can participate in The Norsk Rally, can you? Which Mecha-Maiden would follow you? If you've got the guts, go contract a Mecha-Maiden and make sure I can't see your taillights at next week's Norsk Rally. Then Yu-786 might naturally return to you!"
"No need, keep this piece of junk for yourself!"
Su Nian turned and walked into the darkness.
His cold voice echoed in the office: "Zhang Kai, Yu-786, see you on the track."
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!
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."
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.”
