Burning incense and taking a ritual bath.
He lit three… cigarettes!
[Congratulations, Host, you’ve drawn…]
Twenty consecutive draws.
One golden chest, three silver chests, and the rest were all iron and bronze.
When Cao Cheng saw the loot, his face darkened.
What the hell was the difference between this twenty-draw and the last ten-draw?
Last time, he got one gold and two silvers from ten draws.
This time, after twenty, he only got one extra silver?
But…
When Cao Cheng opened the chests and saw their contents, his expression softened.
No flashy skills this time.
But all practical stuff.
The system’s rewards were getting more down-to-earth.
That was good…
The three silver chests contained:
1. [Fragrant Tea] – 1 pound.
2. [Skill Upgrade Card] – 1 piece.
3. [Enhancement Serum] – 1 dose.
The golden chest gave: [Storage Space] – 1000 cubic meters (10 meters in length, width, and height)!
Now that was some fantasy-level stuff.
When he saw the Fragrant Tea earlier, Cao Cheng had a feeling the chests might eventually yield cultivation items—like techniques or elixirs.
But who’d have thought the first thing to pop up would be a storage dimension?
This was the ultimate tool for hiding bodies, traveling light, and all-around convenience.
Then there was the Enhancement Serum, which could explosively increase his physical limits.
The Skill Card wasn’t bad either.
It could raise any skill below the master level.
For example, his advanced cooking could be upgraded to master-level.
But Cao Cheng decided to save it for later. His current cooking skills were more than enough.
As for the other chests, they gave him plenty of stat boosts.
And some junk—like "Green Mint Gum" and "Ultra-Thin Raincoats." Seriously?
The gacha really had everything.
An hour later.
Cao Cheng stumbled into the bathroom, drenched in sweat.
The Enhancement Serum had drastically boosted his stats, reshaping his body into perfection.
Combined with the other stat boosts from the chests,
his attributes now averaged 20 points—double the peak human limit.
But his combat power? Dozens of times stronger.
His grasp of martial arts felt smoother, more instinctive.
After showering,
he stood in front of the mirror.
Staring at his reflection, he froze.
Damn, was this face even legal?
He was making himself dizzy.
What girl could resist this?
Even his facial structure had subtly shifted, just enough to make him look sharper, more striking.
This kind of micro-adjustment was insane.
If he threw on a tight shirt, flexed that tapered waist and broad back… he’d be walking human pheromones.
---
8 PM.
Dynasty Nightclub.
"Bro!"
"Yeah, you’re here—wait, the hell happened to you?" The man at the head of the table, Kuang Long, glared at his younger brother.
Meng Hu was a mess—face bruised, head wrapped in bandages.
Pathetic.
Someone dared lay a hand on Kuang Long’s little brother?
They had a death wish.
"Bro…"
Meng Hu, once a hulking musclehead, now looked like a beaten-up chump.
Even so, the surrounding lackeys still greeted him respectfully: "Brother Meng Hu."
"…"
He used to love his badass nickname.
Now it just sounded like a joke.
"What the hell went down? You got jumped? Who did this? I swear, if some punk thinks they can mess with the Dragon-Tiger Gang, they’re dead." Kuang Long snarled.
The girl beside him flinched.
Meng Hu grimaced. "They’re… not from the streets."
"??"
Kuang Long blinked, shook his head, then stared. "Say that again."
Meng Hu sighed. "Not a gangster. But the guy knew how to fight. A real martial artist."
No further explanation was needed.
In this room,
the Dragon-Tiger brothers were the toughest fighters.
Meng Hu’s muscles weren’t just for show—he was a brawler.
For someone to beat him this badly? They had to be skilled.
Kuang Long: "You’re telling me it was just one guy?"
"Yeah." Meng Hu hung his head.
"Fcking hell—" Kuang Long kicked him hard, sending him sprawling.
Pointing at his brother, he roared, "Where’s that killer instinct, huh? You let one guy do this to you? You a damn vegetarian now?"
The lackeys stayed silent. The girls didn’t dare breathe.
After a minute of cursing, Kuang Long finally cooled off.
"Where does this guy live? You know?"
"Y-yeah." Meng Hu nodded fast.
"Let’s move."
Kuang Long stood.
The lackeys followed.
Meng Hu hesitated. "Bro, this guy’s no joke."
"Oh, for fck’s sake—" Kuang Long kicked him again, sending him stumbling.
No wonder he was pissed.
If this was a gang fight, sure, bring weapons, bring numbers.
But one civilian? One guy?
What, were their knives just for show?
And no matter how good someone was,
they couldn’t take on a whole crew.
Did this guy think he was Bruce Lee?
Every man here had street-fighting experience.
Kuang Long’s real anger came from his brother’s cowardice.
Pathetic.
"Shut the hell up and lead the way."
Street justice waited for no one.
---
Meanwhile,
Cao Cheng had no idea a storm of negativity was heading his way.
After dinner, he bought some fruit and a carton of milk.
Time to visit Aunt Wang.
Knock knock knock…
"Who is it?"
"Coming, coming—why so loud?"
Creak.
The door opened.
Aunt Wang jumped back a step.
(⊙ˍ⊙): "What do you want?"
Oh great.
He’s showing up at her door now.
This little bastard had some nerve.
[Ding~ Negative Emotion +10!]
Wow.
Just seeing me pisses you off, huh, Aunt Wang?
Cao Cheng grinned, lifting the gifts. "Auntie, I’m here to check on Little Wu."
"Little Wu?…" Aunt Wang blinked, then scowled. "What nonsense."
"Ah, my bad. Little Zhou, the Zhou siblings. They’re surnamed Zhou, right?"
"It’s Zhou." (╬ Ò﹏Ó)
"Right, right, Little Zhou. Man, my memory’s shot—I was thinking of the ‘Zhou Wu Zheng Wang’ order and got mixed up."
Cao Cheng put on an apologetic face. "Seeing them hurt today didn’t sit right with me, so I brought some fruit and milk to help them recover. Auntie, aren’t you gonna invite me in? Where’d you learn your manners?"
"…"
Aunt Wang’s eye twitched.
Oh-ho.
This little bastard.
His words and actions were polar opposites.
Bringing gifts just to insult her?
Mocking her upbringing now?
Classic.
Only he’d pull this crap.
"Get in here." She growled.
"Gladly."
Cao Cheng walked in with a smile and casually asked, "By the way, Aunt Wang, I heard you lost quite a bit of money at the internet café today?"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +20!]
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."
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.”
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.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
