"Boss~ All alone?" The woman greeting customers at the door smiled like a blooming flower. "You're here quite early—the place isn't even ready yet."
Fang Zhiyi paused at the entrance. "Should I wait here, then?"
The woman sized him up. Though his attire gave nothing away, his aura was unmistakable—like... like those high-ranking officials.
Little did she know, the man before her had spent decades as a regent and centuries as a sect leader in the world of cultivation. Such presence was only natural.
She stepped forward and looped her arm through his. "Oh, I didn’t mean it like that, boss. Please, come in. I’ll show you around. Early birds get the best seats, after all."
As night fell, the Hundred Flowers Pavilion gradually came alive. Whoever had invented this place was a genius—filled with song and dance, fine liquor, and beautiful women. Fang Zhiyi, however, found the heavy scent of makeup suffocating.
The woman seated beside him noticed his restless gaze and raised her glass with a coy smile. "Boss, why so glum?"
"Host, she’s here—the one in the white cheongsam, swaying unsteadily!" the system alerted.
Fang Zhiyi’s eyes snapped to a young woman stumbling in an ill-fitting cheongsam, seemingly drunk, as a hat-wearing man guided her toward the second floor.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyi stood, startling the hostess. He took two steps before turning back to drag her along, heading straight for the stairs.
The hostess protested, "What’s the rush? Upstairs costs extra, you know? You hear me?"
The man was reveling in his triumph. He’d had his eye on this girl for days, and tonight, his drugged drink had finally done the trick. Now, he’d take her to his room and enjoy her properly.
The moment the man entered a room, Fang Zhiyi shoved open the neighboring door and pushed the hostess inside.
"Hey! What’s your deal?" She blinked in confusion as Fang Zhiyi moved to shut the door.
"Just stay put. I’ll pay you later." He tossed her a silver dollar, and she quieted down.
Stepping into the hallway, Fang Zhiyi counted to ten before kicking open the other door. The man, pants halfway down, jerked in alarm. "The hell are you?!"
Fang Zhiyi answered with a resounding slap. "Your damn father!"
"Y-you—do you even know who my father is?!" The man reeled from the sudden assault.
"What, you looking for daddy? How should I know who your father is? But you—drugging a girl to have your way? How about I drag you to the constabulary, huh?"
The man scoffed. "The constabulary? My father is the constabulary’s— Wait, wait! Big bro, let’s talk this out!"
Fang Zhiyi’s expression remained icy as he shut the door and picked up an ice pick. "If your connections are that good, then you’ve got to die."
"I was wrong, big bro! Please! It’s my first time!"
Killing him outright wasn’t an option—not because Fang Zhiyi lacked the will, but in this era, without connections, even the most justified act could land him on the executioner’s block.
Once the deed was done, Fang Zhiyi turned to the unconscious girl. With no other choice, he spent another system credit to exchange for two pills. His plan was already in motion.
By the time the door burst open again, Fang Zhiyi had arranged himself to look like he’d just finished brawling with the unconscious man.
Zhou Huaqiang froze in the doorway, but his eyes instantly locked onto his sister lying on the bed. He rushed forward, only for Fang Zhiyi—panting dramatically—to bark, "Hands off her!"
Zhou Huaqiang turned, glaring coldly.
Fang Zhiyi feigned righteous fury. "You’re with this bastard, aren’t you? Drugging a girl for your fun? You’re dead!" He lunged, deliberately staggering to let Zhou Huaqiang dodge easily.
Quick-witted, Zhou Huaqiang grasped the situation from his words and hurried to explain, "I’m her brother!"
"Brother?" Fang Zhiyi pressed on skeptically. "What kind of brother lets his sister end up here? Back off!"
Zhou Huaqiang hesitated, torn between gratitude and frustration.
"Host, wrap it up. Any longer and things’ll get messy," the system warned.
Fang Zhiyi pretended to examine the girl, shooting Zhou Huaqiang a wary glance before gasping in feigned horror. "That bastard—he overdosed her! She could die!"
Panicked, Zhou Huaqiang shoved past him to check his sister’s pulse.
Fang Zhiyi hesitated, then cursed under his breath. "Damn it, guess it’s my problem now." He pulled out a small paper packet, unwrapping it to reveal a sugar-coated pill.
The sight of it made him want to curse. A basic Western drug, and the system had the gall to charge him a whole credit!
As he moved to pry the girl’s mouth open, Zhou Huaqiang grabbed his wrist. "What are you doing?!"
"What’s it look like? This is my family’s heirloom medicine—brings anyone back from death’s door!"
Zhou Huaqiang checked the girl’s breathing. It was faint.
Seeing the urgency, Fang Zhiyi stopped the act and forced the pill into her mouth, then poured water to help her swallow.
"Will this work?" he muttered nervously to the system.
"Relax, host. One pill now, another later—she’ll be fine," it assured.
Zhou Huaqiang watched intently. After what felt like an eternity, the girl’s eyelids fluttered open. "Where... Brother?"
"Lingling!" Zhou Huaqiang nearly wept with relief.
Fang Zhiyi scratched his head sheepishly. "So you are siblings. My mistake." He turned to leave, silently counting in his head.
"Wait!" Zhou Huaqiang called. "I owe you my sister’s life. At least tell me your name. I, Zhou Huaqiang, will repay this debt!"
"Fang Zhiyi—no aliases, no regrets." He waved dismissively, then pointed at the unconscious man. "That punk claimed his father’s the constabulary chief. You’d better scram."
"The constabulary..." Zhou Huaqiang’s fists clenched.
On his way out, Fang Zhiyi brushed past a group of similarly dressed men. Their bald leader eyed him briefly before heading upstairs.
"That’s the gangster who’ll ally with Zhou Huaqiang," the system noted.
"Not my concern. Just wait and see."
Back home, Fang Zhiyi found Fang Xiaoxiao still awake, having prepared bathwater for his return.
"Why’d you bother? I told you not to do this stuff."
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
