Watching Fang Ruoruo enter the school with lingering glances, Fang Zhiyi turned and headed straight for a nearby arcade. After giving a few young troublemakers a "lesson," he declared, "Remember this—from now on, this is Xu Jiaqing's turf! Get lost!"
The youths looked bewildered. Who the hell was Xu Jiaqing?
Once Fang Zhiyi left, they scrambled to gather intel. All they did was occasionally bully students for game tokens—how had they managed to piss off some big shot?
When school let out in the afternoon, Fang Ruoruo didn’t see her father waiting, and her heart sank. Head down, she trudged home, completely oblivious to her older cousin Xu Jiaqing being cornered not far away.
"So you’re Xu Jiaqing?" The leader of the gang sported an outrageous emo hairstyle and black-painted lips.
Xu Jiaqing trembled. "Y-yes, I am..."
Behind him, Xu Jiayuan wished he could melt into the background.
"You the one who sent people to beat up my boys?"
"What? No—"
"Still playing dumb? Beat his ass!"
It was the first time Xu Jiaqing had ever been roughed up. Thankfully, the thugs went easy on him—just a few slaps before demanding his money and warning him to cough up "protection fees" every week from then on.
Back home, Xu Jiaqing was on the verge of tears. Too scared to tell his parents, he even threatened his younger brother into silence—these guys had genuinely terrified him.
Spotting the absent-minded Fang Ruoruo, he shoved her in frustration, nearly knocking her over.
Fang Ruoruo just rubbed her shoulder and stayed quiet.
With her mother working late, her aunt once again relegated her to the far end of the dinner table. She knew better than to reach for the ribs in front of her cousins.
When the front door creaked open, Fang Ruoruo thought her mother had returned. Glancing at her aunt for permission, she hurried to answer—only to freeze.
Her father stood there, flanked by a bespectacled man and a woman in stilettos.
"Dad..."
Fang Zhiyi patted her head and strode inside, scanning the room with a scoff before zeroing in on her seat at the table.
"Fang, you’ve got some nerve showing up!" Her aunt snapped out of her shock. This good-for-nothing ex-brother-in-law—what was he doing here?
Fang Zhiyi ignored her. The bespectacled man stepped in smoothly. "As Fang Ruoruo’s father, Mr. Fang Zhiyi has the legal right to inspect her living conditions and ensure his child support is being used appropriately."
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Lawyer Yu, as you can see, I suspect my ex-wife isn’t spending a cent of it on our daughter."
Lawyer Yu nodded, jotting notes.
At the mention of child support, Li Xue stiffened but quickly recovered. "Who do you think you are? This girl is my sister’s responsibility! You think bringing some lawyer scares me?"
The woman in heels finally spoke, her voice dripping with mockery. "Well, well—if it isn’t Li Xue. My, how you’ve aged. Almost didn’t recognize you."
Li Xue whirled around, rage flashing—until she registered the woman’s face.
"Fang Yu?"
Fang Yu smirked, oozing disdain. "Sharp eyes, at least."
Li Xue shot to her feet, spewing venom. "Heard you got dumped again? Caught sleeping with married men, you shameless whore!"
Fang Yu’s eyes narrowed. "You seem awfully fixated on affairs. What’s wrong? Too old to keep your own husband faithful?" Her shrill voice was like nails on a chalkboard.
Xu Li, still processing the scene, choked on his rice. Li Xue turned even more livid, jabbing a finger at Fang Yu. "You trash! You’ve got no right to talk! Everyone knows you’re just used goods!"
Fang Yu’s face darkened. "Look who’s talking. Lazing around all day, stirring up drama. That face of yours could curdle milk—good thing I skipped lunch, or I’d puke right here!"
The insults escalated, their shrieks filling the house.
Fang Zhiyi, meanwhile, made a silly face at his daughter. He’d specifically recruited Fang Yu—his estranged but formidable sister-in-law. While the original Fang Zhiyi had barely interacted with her, this Fang Yu was a force of nature: a master of brawling, scheming, and verbal warfare. If she’d been on the opposing side, she’d have been a nightmare. But why let such a weapon go to waste?
A few well-placed words had Fang Yu storming in here with him.
The trigger? Li Xue calling her a homewrecker. Fang Zhiyi hadn’t expected his offhand excuse to hit so close to the truth.
As Fang Zhiyi amused his daughter, Li Xue and Fang Yu’s spat had devolved into a full-blown screaming match—with Fang Yu dominating. Lawyer Yu scribbled furiously, while Li Xue’s husband and kids stood paralyzed, unable to get a word in.
The commotion drew relatives into the yard—just as Li Mei pushed through the door.
She froze at the crowd, then spotted Fang Zhiyi. Disgust flashed across her face as she yanked Fang Ruoruo away from him. "What are you doing here?"
Lawyer Yu cleared his throat. "By law, Mr. Fang Zhiyi retains visitation rights. We also have reason to believe the child support he provides isn’t being used for Fang Ruoruo’s welfare."
"Lies!" Li Mei jabbed a finger at Fang Zhiyi. "You waived your rights! What’s your game now?"
"No game. But seeing my daughter in hand-me-downs, eating scraps, and treated like a servant? Is this how you mother?"
"You—!" Li Mei floundered. "What’s wrong with Ruoruo? We live with her aunt—helping out is normal! If you weren’t such a failure, if you’d owned even a damn apartment, we wouldn’t be here!"
"Ah, so you never wanted to come back to this 'dump' in the first place." Fang Zhiyi clapped.
The relatives in the yard—especially Li Mei’s mother—stared.
Li Mei backpedaled. "That’s not what I meant! I meant you—you can’t even provide—"
Fang Zhiyi nodded sympathetically. "Now I remember. You once told me your eldest sister’s a snob, your second brother’s a deadbeat, and your third sister’s a loose cannon. My bad—I never considered how hard this must’ve been for you." His tone was so sincere, no one doubted his words.
"Fine! Li Mei, so this is how you talk about me?" Unable to win the argument with Fang Yu, the aunt turned her glare toward Li Mei, while the other relatives who had been named also shot her hostile looks.
"I didn’t! He’s lying!" Li Mei was frantic. Why was this useless fool suddenly so talkative today?
"Whether it’s a lie or not, I can’t say for sure. But I’m telling you now—I have every right to suspect you of child abuse and embezzling child support. Expect a court summons." Fang Zhiyi firmly took Fang Ruoruo’s hand. "Right now, I’m taking the child for a medical checkup. Understood?"
"Let go!" Li Mei lunged forward in panic.
Fang Zhiyi coolly added, "Oh, and you also said your mother plays favorites."

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.”

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.

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."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!