Feng Yusheng never expected that he would suffer such a great setback because of a rumor he had once prided himself on. Now he had become a fugitive in hiding, and even the Second and Fourth Princes, who had previously fawned over him, avoided him like the plague.
Yet someone still remembered him. Xia Luo, the princess, found him and brought him back to her fiefdom. As Feng Yusheng looked at this frivolous woman, he felt genuine affection for her for the first time.
"Host, the male lead's favorability has increased!" the system immediately announced in celebration. Xia Luo's face lit up with joy—she had finally moved the male lead!
"Rewarded with 3,000 points!" the system declared, while an indistinct current of energy flowed from Feng Yusheng toward the eyeball-like system.
Had Fang Zhiyi been present, he would have understood that the system was siphoning Feng Yusheng's fortune.
Without hesitation, Xia Luo exchanged the points for a top-tier healing pill and told Feng Yusheng it had been hard to obtain. Though hesitant, he swallowed it, and from that moment, his body fully recovered.
Both were overjoyed, but they failed to notice that the system had once again drained a significant amount of his fortune.
With his footing now secure, Feng Yusheng began investigating who had caused this upheaval. However, he no longer had any loyal subordinates to rely on—those who had been devoted to him had all met their end.
Fortunately, Xia Luo was there. Under her direction, the system scouted far and wide, eventually pointing the blame at the deposed Crown Prince's faction and the Old Emperor.
Upon hearing the news, Feng Yusheng let out a heavy sigh.
"Now that I’ve lost all hope of clearing my parents' names, how can I continue living in this world?" he lamented.
Xia Luo's heart ached, but she quickly made a decision. "I have troops at my disposal. If strategy fails, we’ll resort to force!"
Feng Yusheng's eyes brightened, and a thought struck him—there was one person he could turn to.
Prince Huai remained as carefree as ever, though that night, on his way back to his residence, he encountered a familiar face.
As the woman stepped down from the carriage, Prince Huai felt an uneasy chill. During Xia Luo's recent absence, he had been living his happiest days.
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi studied the eyeball-like system. After not seeing it for some time, he felt an unusual pressure emanating from it—the same kind of glow he had once seen on Xiao Hei.
"Brother Zhiyi, you never came looking for me," Xia Luo cooed.
Prince Huai scratched his head awkwardly.
"I need your help. If you agree, I’ll marry you," Xia Luo said, her expression strained. But for Feng Yusheng's sake, she endured. She couldn’t delay any longer—the system had warned her that the Old Emperor was already considering arranging a marriage to control Prince Huai.
Under Fang Zhiyi's urging, Prince Huai finally responded.
"Rebellion? No, no, no, absolutely not!" Prince Huai shook his head like a rattle-drum.
"Don’t you want to marry me?" Xia Luo gazed at him with deep affection.
Prince Huai froze. "No, no, no, no way!" As if joking, he had already decided never to marry—single life was far too enjoyable!
Xia Luo gritted her teeth. "System, didn’t you upgrade? Give me the strongest control talisman."
"Host, are you sure? Your points will be depleted."
"Confirmed. It’s a waste, but I have no choice," Xia Luo said. "If I could just slap this talisman on the Old Emperor, I wouldn’t be begging this fool."
The eyeball system emitted a bright flash, and a talisman firmly attached itself to Prince Huai.
Prince Huai's gaze softened. "Whatever you say, Luo Luo. Your wish is my command."
Fang Zhiyi was stunned—he couldn’t even touch the talisman!
When Feng Yusheng reappeared, now fully armored, he exuded his former confidence and began strategizing. The thoroughly controlled Prince Huai nodded repeatedly, and the three agreed on a time to raise their armies before parting ways.
Fang Zhiyi tried calling out to Prince Huai, but the prince acted as if he couldn’t hear, mechanically washing up before going to bed.
The next day, Prince Huai secretly departed for the Thunderstrike Army's camp. Under his forceful orders, the entire army began marching toward the capital.
At the same time, Princess Xia Luo also mobilized her forces from her fiefdom. The wealth she had amassed was enough to arm tens of thousands of soldiers.
The capital was thrown into chaos—Prince Huai had rebelled! Princess Xia Luo had rebelled!
The Thunderstrike Army, being elite troops, advanced swiftly, breaking through all resistance until they reached the capital's gates. Meanwhile, Xia Luo's forces, though slower due to their size, arrived shortly after under Feng Yusheng's command. The two armies merged, with Feng Yusheng appointed as the supreme commander.
Prince Huai knew the capital's defenses better than anyone, and many of the guards were his former subordinates. The outer walls fell within days.
But just as the army was about to push into the inner city, Feng Yusheng issued a baffling order.
"All troops, withdraw and encamp outside the city!"
The generals were stunned. Xia Luo knew nothing of warfare, but she trusted her man implicitly. Prince Huai stood there blankly, a puppet on strings.
"General Feng... retreat now?" a deputy asked in disbelief.
Instead of answering, Feng Yusheng raised his voice toward the inner city. "Inform the emperor—Zhong Qilin, second son of the Zhong Family, requests an audience!"
The message was relayed layer by layer until it reached the Old Emperor's ears. Upon hearing it, the emperor shuddered.
So the rumor was true—the youngest son of the Zhong Family had survived.
"Has the day of reckoning finally come?"
Xia Luo watched her beloved with excitement. Soon, she could even force the Old Emperor to grant their marriage—she would wed Feng Yusheng! No, wait, his real surname was Zhong!
Feng Yusheng turned to Xia Luo and gently explained, "I must clear my father's name and demand justice. I seek an apology from the emperor himself—for the Zhong Family's dozen wronged souls."
Though she already knew this, Xia Luo's heart swelled with admiration. Truly, the male lead—so heroic!
But at that moment, Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Xiao Hei, now."
In the next instant, Xia Luo, lost in her bliss, felt a sharp pain at the back of her neck before collapsing unconscious. The eyeball-like system panicked, swelling to several times its size—only to be ensnared by countless tendrils that descended from nowhere, dragging it into the sky before it could react.
"What are you doing?" Feng Yusheng demanded.
"What are you doing?" Fang Zhiyi's voice was icy. "We followed you with hundreds of thousands of men, risking our lives, and now you tell me this is your plan?"
Feng Yusheng declared, "I seek justice for the Zhong Family! I demand the emperor's apology! My family were loyal subjects, not traitors!"
Fang Zhiyi's expression twisted strangely. He glanced back. "Oh? Why don’t you take a look behind you first?"
Feng Yusheng hesitated. "I have my reasons!"
"Brother, I don’t know what’s going on in your head, but..." Fang Zhiyi pointed behind him. "These men followed you with their lives on the line. The moment we raised this rebellion, there was no turning back. And now you tell me you just want the emperor to clear your family’s name?"
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.
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.”
