He had learned his lesson this time. First, he inquired about what had happened during his absence, then realized Fang Yunhe was no longer someone he could bully. Fear and resentment festered in his heart.
Not just his former gang, but even the other classmates seemed to look at him strangely, as if they were all mocking him.
Finally, he couldn’t take it anymore. If he couldn’t mess with Fang Yunhe, couldn’t he still pick on someone else?
"What the hell are you laughing at?" He grabbed a classmate by the collar—one of their usual targets, short and timid.
Watching the boy stammer apologies in panic, Wang Zihan felt that long-lost sense of superiority surge through him. See? I’m still the top dog here.
"People who are insecure and twisted inside need to pick on those weaker than them to prove their strength. Pathetic."
Wang Zihan turned and saw Fang Yunhe staring at him with an impassive expression. "You got a problem with me?"
"Damn it! He’s bullying someone again! Get him!" Someone suddenly shouted, and seven or eight people rushed forward. In full view of everyone, Wang Zihan was beaten up. Fang Yunhe was surprised—he had been planning to teach him a lesson himself but was hesitating over whether to finish his test papers first. Why were they so eager?
The farce only ended when the homeroom teacher hurried over. But everyone claimed Wang Zihan had started it by bullying a classmate, and they had just stepped in to stop him. In short, it was all his fault.
The teacher glanced at Fang Yunhe, who was buried in his exam papers, and sighed in relief. As long as Fang Yunhe wasn’t involved, things were manageable.
Wang Zihan was given a disciplinary record. With multiple testimonies confirming his history of bullying, his parents were called to take him home. He could just come back for exams—though given his grades, it hardly mattered.
Fang Yunhe was admitted to a good university. He had planned to tell his father he could work part-time while studying—after all, Fang Zhiyi’s small repair shop barely scraped by. But to his shock, Fang Zhiyi pulled out a black plastic bag filled with neatly stacked cash.
"I’ve saved up enough for your tuition. Study hard."
A thought crossed Fang Yunhe’s mind. "Dad… did you steal this?"
"Drop dead."
Following Fang Zhiyi’s advice, Fang Yunhe chose a university in another city, successfully avoiding Bai An'an.
After he left, Fang Zhiyi immediately closed his shop. A car pulled up smoothly as he waved, and half an hour later, he stood behind a floor-to-ceiling window overlooking the city.
An assistant approached from behind. "President Cheng and the others have arrived. They want to discuss the next investment direction."
Fang Zhiyi nodded and turned. The wall bore a sign: "Omniscient Consulting Co., Ltd."
"Also, the Bai family has reached out once, saying they have business needs."
"Reject them. No matter the price."
The assistant nodded. His boss was eccentric—rumor had it he’d started as a mechanic.
In the conference room, local entrepreneurs chatted, some even slamming tables in arguments. But the moment Fang Zhiyi entered, they all fell silent.
"Damn, a villain convention," Little Hei remarked.
Starting with sweet romance, only to face a flood of antagonists—it never expected Fang Zhiyi to side with the villains outright, even forming the "A-City Chamber of Commerce."
"My son’s grown up. From today on, I have time to deal with the Bai family." Fang Zhiyi surveyed the room of varied expressions. "The first condition is met. To unite these people, they need a common enemy—the Bai family, who’ve swallowed half of A City."
Fang Zhiyi smiled. The executives didn’t understand but mirrored his grin. Regardless, this man had saved them from disaster time and again. Soon, they realized Fang Zhiyi wasn’t just shrewd—his business tactics were ruthless. Gradually, a chamber formed under his leadership.
Money talks. Who cares who’s in charge?
Around the same time, Fang Yuntian, after countless rejections, finally found work. By chance, he picked up a brooch Bai An'an had dropped. Returning it earned her gratitude, and they talked for hours. Through her recommendation, he joined the Bai family’s company.
"Just wait, Fang Zhiyi. I’ll make you regret this." Fang Yuntian swore silently.
But what awaited him was a company under siege—bids sabotaged by traffic jams, office feng shui ruined by boiling water poured on the money tree, construction teams accidentally cutting cables… Small nuisances, but enough to drive them mad.
Four years later, Fang Yunhe chose to return to A City. Inspired by his father, he’d studied law, intending to take care of him. But the luxury car before him left him bewildered.
Instead, Fang Zhiyi opened a law firm for him. "Run it as you see fit."
Fang Yunhe barely recognized his father. He’d scrimped for four years, while his dad lived large?
"It’s time," Little Hei said suddenly.
Fang Zhiyi watched as the Bai family’s company building locked its doors. After four years of relentless pressure, they were exhausted, still clueless about who was targeting them.
Bai An'an comforted Elder Brother Bai as always.
She believed her good fortune would lift his spirits, though lately, even she felt something was off—as if luck had abandoned her. Then, abruptly, her mind blanked, a sharp pain lancing through her skull.
"An'an?" Elder Brother Bai caught her. "What’s wrong?"
Fang Zhiyi eyed the shimmering thing Little Hei spat out. "What is this?"
"Destiny’s favor—the halo that makes everyone adore you. Tastes better than that lousy system I ate last time."
Thanks to his close ties with Bai An'an, Fang Yuntian still worked for her even as the company crumbled. She promised to open a café with him, and he was scouting locations when a car pulled up beside him, the window rolling down.
"Well, if it isn’t my ex-son. Need a ride?"
Fang Yuntian stared at the face he’d hated for years, but the words stuck in his throat. How could this man live so well? He was just a gambling addict!
Reading his expression, Fang Zhiyi sighed. "Never mind. You probably can’t afford the fare anyway."
The car sped off, shattering Fang Yuntian’s composure.
That same day, he sought out Bai An'an. Just seeing her—his angel—made all his bitterness vanish.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
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.
