The next day.
Day 36 since "Fourth Sister" left the rankings.
Miss her!
6:00 PM.
Less than two hours left until the system upgrade is complete.
The upgrade started after dark yesterday.
Now, there's just one hour until nightfall.
And "Little Four" has arrived.
An MPV pulls up.
Two identical girls step out—same clothes, same hairstyle, even the same watches on their wrists and diamond earrings on their ears...
Like mirror images of each other.
Impossible to tell who’s who.
Cao Cheng is stunned for a solid three seconds.
But he’s also a little disappointed.
If they’re twins, it must be Third Sister and Fourth Sister.
Too bad it’s not "Second Sister."
If "Second Sister" had come, things would’ve been better. Word is she’s skilled at... ahem...
Critical hit!
Sigh.
Second Sister didn’t come.
Cao Cheng stays silent.
The twins don’t speak either.
They just stare at each other.
Both girls wear nearly identical smiles as they gaze at Cao Cheng.
Clearly, they’re waiting for him to guess who’s who—because the moment one of them speaks, the game’s over.
The one who calls him "bratty little brother" is definitely Fourth Sister.
Even if they avoid using the nickname, twins should still have slightly different voices, right?
This is tricky!
But who is Cao Cheng?
Since when does he play along with their games?
He pulls out his phone.
Dials a number.
A moment later.
Ren Yuege’s phone rings.
See?
Problem solved.
Child’s play.
Trying to outsmart him?
Cao Cheng smirks, looking smug.
Ren Yuege’s aura shifts instantly—furious, teeth gritted. Ignoring the ringing phone, she lunges to twist Cao Cheng’s ear: "Bratty little brother, you’re sneaky, aren’t you?"
The other girl just smiles—soft, gentle, pure.
Her gaze locks onto Cao Cheng, unwavering.
Probably dazzled by his sheer handsomeness.
Cao Cheng dodges Fourth Sister’s grip: "Talk properly. Who starts with violence right away? This must be Third Sister, right? Aren’t you going to introduce yourself?"
Ren Yuege huffs: "No respect. This is your third sister. I’m your fourth sister. What, can’t tell us apart by looks?"
He can’t.
But isn’t that even more exciting?
"Hello, I’m Ren Yushang."
Third Sister’s voice is sweet.
The kind that instantly paints her as the obedient, well-mannered type.
Her vibe is pure docility.
Her tone is soothing, the kind that makes you feel at ease.
She extends a hand.
Cao Cheng plays along, shaking it—so soft.
"Hello, Third Sister," he says.
That single phrase makes Ren Yuege explode before Third Sister can even respond.
Ren Yuege’s face freezes.
What the—?
He changed his tone?
Why?!
"What about me?" She points at herself.
"Hello, Fourth Sister," Cao Cheng replies.
"You—I’ll end you—!" Ren Yuege leaps at him, swiping, but he dodges.
She chases him, aiming for his ears again.
Negative emotions start pouring in—critical hits. The system’s still upgrading, but that doesn’t stop it from collecting emotions. Only the prize draws are paused.
Nearby, Third Sister Ren Yushang watches their chase, her smile unwavering.
In this whole family, she was the one who most wanted a little brother.
She might not show it as openly as Fourth Sister Ren Yuege, but deep down? Only she knows.
So yeah,
She’s a little jealous.
But her personality’s different from Fourth Sister’s. She could never roughhouse like this in public.
All she can do is watch them longingly.
Until Cao Cheng "slips up," letting Ren Yuege grab his ear and yank him back.
Cao Cheng winces: "Ow ow ow—easy! That’s an ear!"
Ren Yuege, panting: "Bratty little brother, last chance. Call me sister or not?"
"It’s not that I won’t. I just need time to mentally prepare. We’ve barely known each other," Cao Cheng says solemnly.
"Bull."
If this were earlier, Ren Yuege might’ve believed him.
But after hearing "Third Sister" so easily? She’s done.
"You didn’t need ‘mental prep’ to call her ‘sister’!"
"Because Third Sister acts like one. You? You’re more like a little sister."
"You—!"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +20!]
Ren Yushang murmurs: "Let’s move the luggage upstairs first. People are staring."
Bystanders have stopped to gawk, clearly stunned by the twins.
And honestly?
Twins are rare enough. Twins this gorgeous? Unheard of.
Of course they’re staring.
Cao Cheng glares at the crowd: The hell are you looking at? Mine.
"Right, luggage. Let go." He shakes off Ren Yuege’s grip, rubbing his ear. "Third Sister, where’s the luggage? I’ll carry it!"
[Ding~ Negative emotions +21!]
Ren Yuege explodes again.
Cao Cheng grins inwardly.
If only one "sister" had come, farming negative emotions would’ve been tough. But two? Game on.
Ever heard the fable?
One monk fetches water alone. Two monks carry it together. Three monks? No one gets water.
Translation: Three people? Guaranteed emotional chaos.
Play them against each other.
Negative emotions for days.
The moment Cao Cheng saw them, he’d already decided his strategy.
So yeah,
He called Third Sister "sister" on the spot—just to mess with Fourth Sister.
Whether he can farm negative emotions from Third Sister? Whatever.
But Fourth Sister?
That’s the goldmine.
Because she snaps.
Might not be as explosive as Second Sister, but once her defenses crack? Critical hits galore.
---
Soon,
The luggage is upstairs.
Ren Yuege slams a bag of groceries onto the table, fuming.
Cao Cheng blinks: "Why’d you bring groceries?"
Ren Yuege snorts: "Bought these on the way. You’re cooking tonight."
"I don’t cook." Cao Cheng shakes his head.
"??"
Ren Yuege laughs in disbelief.
The audacity to lie this blatantly.
Ren Yuege: "The guy chopping veggies at the teacher’s place—that was you, right? Or did my memory glitch?"
Cao Cheng stays serious: "That’s different. Chopping isn’t cooking. It’s like how butchers can slaughter pigs but not raise them."
Ren Yuege is speechless: "Then explain the Coke wings you made for Lingling."
Cao Cheng coughs: "Uh… Lingling told you?"
Ren Yuege: "Not just told me. Bragged about it. Sent me photos. So, dear little brother, anything else to say?"
Cao Cheng sighs: "Fine, I’ll admit it. I can cook. But… we don’t have wings."
"I bought some." Ren Yuege smirks.
Cao Cheng hesitates: "No Coke."
"Bought that too. Every brand on the market. Pick one."
"…Out of salt."
"Wow, shocking. Got salt too. Face it—I bought everything for Coke wings." Ren Yuege grins.
She’d anticipated every excuse.
Because she knows Cao Cheng is shameless.
But…
She still underestimated him.
Cao Cheng's lips twitched: "You're ruthless. But there's no gas left at home—did you buy any?"
"..."
Ren Yuege's laughter died abruptly.
Happiness really can be transferred.
From Ren Yuege's face, it shifted straight to Cao Cheng's.
Along with a hefty dose of negativity.
"Pfft!"
Ren Yushang, standing to the side, turned away, shoulders shaking.
Watching their expressions was more entertaining than a comedy skit.
...
Ren Yuege, now furious and radiating amplified negativity, lunged at Cao Cheng for a showdown.
She kept muttering under her breath: "Oh, there's no gas, huh? No gas, my foot..."
After fuming for a good while, Ren Yuege stormed into the kitchen.
Click-click-click... whoosh!
The flame ignited.
She turned back: "And this isn't gas because...?"
"Huh? How’d that get there? Weird..." Cao Cheng feigned shock: "Who the hell swapped my gas tank?? Who’s this meddlesome jerk?"
Ren Yuege crossed her arms, smirking, her face screaming: Oh, I’ll just stand here and watch you put on this damn act.
Banter aside.
The demand from Fourth Sister (a.k.a. the "bottom-ranked" one) still had to be met—after all, this first encounter had already skyrocketed her emotional scoreboard.
Cao Cheng declared: "I’ll cook. But—conditions apply."
Ren Yuege nodded: "Spill."
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
