Until she couldn’t eat another bite, Fang Zhiyi ordered Xu Jiabo to fetch a takeout box and roughly stuffed the leftovers into Gu Panxi’s hands.
“What I say goes! If you can’t finish it, take it with you! And let me tell you—starting tomorrow, you’ll report to me every single day! Cross me? Hmph.”
Gu Panxi was on the verge of throwing up, looking pitifully at Fang Zhiyi, but she didn’t dare say a word. She could only lower her head.
Back at the Gu residence, Gu Xiaoxiao sat on the sofa with her arms crossed, grinning from ear to ear as she watched Gu Panxi enter. “You didn’t come straight home after school, sis. Seems like you’re getting a bit too carefree.”
Gu’s Father, also seated in the living room, gave her a cold glance before turning his attention back to the newspaper in his hands.
Gu Panxi bit her lip, frustration simmering inside her, and slowly retreated to her room.
When dinnertime came, she only picked at her food before excusing herself.
“Putting on airs,” Gu Xiuyuan remarked dismissively, placing a dish into Gu Xiaoxiao’s bowl. “Let’s eat.”
“Mm.” Gu Xiaoxiao smiled sweetly at him, inwardly gloating. She figured Gu Panxi must’ve gotten a good beating today. With a smug glance at Gu Panxi’s bedroom door, she felt a surge of satisfaction.
The next day, Gu Panxi was nervous. She didn’t want to run into that ruffian again.
But as fate would have it, just as she was about to leave school, Fang Zhiyi blocked the classroom door.
“Gu Panxi, you’ve got some nerve ignoring my orders! Come with me—now!” Fang Zhiyi radiated menace, and many of their classmates watched with schadenfreude.
Gu Xiaoxiao, passing by, couldn’t resist taunting, “Sis, you shouldn’t hang around delinquents. Mom and Dad will be furious.”
“Xiaoxiao…” Gu Panxi pleaded softly.
Gu Xiaoxiao shot her a disdainful look and skipped away.
Left with no choice, Gu Panxi trailed behind Fang Zhiyi like a frightened rabbit. They returned to the same restaurant, the same group of boys, and another heaping plate of food.
“Eat!” Fang Zhiyi barked.
Gu Panxi gave him a pleading look but obediently picked up her chopsticks.
“Since you didn’t report to me today like you were supposed to, after this, I’ll show you what real cruelty looks like!”
Her heart clenched.
Back at her old school, she’d seen bullies torment others—brutal beatings, humiliating tricks.
Tears spilled onto her plate.
Fang Zhiyi scoffed. “Stop crying! Or I’ll sell you overseas!”
The shout startled her into silence, her tears freezing mid-fall.
“Boss, I’m hungry too. Can I eat?” Xu Jiabo asked.
“Eat my foot! Did you finish my homework?” Fang Zhiyi snapped. It was absurd—after dominating multiple worlds, he still had to deal with school assignments?
“I did…” Xu Jiabo pulled out a crumpled notebook. Fang Zhiyi flipped through it.
“This is garbage!” He smacked Xu Jiabo over the head with it.
“Boss, you know us—we’re good at fighting, but homework…” Xu Jiabo looked genuinely aggrieved.
“Jiabo,” Fang Zhiyi sighed, eyeing his burly subordinate, “we may be warriors, but one times ninety-nine does not equal a hundred.”
Xu Jiabo blinked at him, utterly sincere.
Fang Zhiyi rubbed his temples. “The only things you got right were your name, class, and the word ‘solution.’ You think that’s acceptable?”
Finally, Xu Jiabo had the decency to look sheepish.
“You all—” Fang Zhiyi scanned the group for a new scapegoat, but the others immediately averted their eyes.
“Useless!” He slammed the table. “Starting tomorrow, each of you handles one subject’s homework. One wrong answer, and I’ll make you regret it!”
To emphasize his point, he grabbed a soda can and crushed it in his grip.
Everyone gulped—Gu Panxi included.
Once again, she couldn’t finish. Fang Zhiyi packed the leftovers and dragged her back to school.
Gu Panxi trembled. The campus was deserted—just her, a group of delinquents, and Fang Zhiyi’s menacing grin as he closed in.
If he pounced, she’d scream. Someone would hear.
She gripped her backpack like a lifeline.
“Now,” Fang Zhiyi snarled, “run ten laps around the field!”
Gu Panxi froze.
So did the others.
“What are you staring at? Move!” Fang Zhiyi roared. “You think takeout boxes grow on trees? A yuan apiece! Get running!”
He kicked his lackeys into motion. “You too! Can’t even do homework right!”
So, under the darkening sky, a bizarre scene unfolded: a pack of boys sprinting ahead, a petite girl struggling behind, and Fang Zhiyi bringing up the rear like a drill sergeant.
“Faster! If you’re not done by 7:30, your portions double! And you lot—homework doubles!”
Gu Panxi burst into tears. She never imagined city bullies tortured people like this!
Fang Zhiyi didn’t care. Cry all you want—keep running!
By the end, they were all gasping for air. Watching Gu Panxi stumble across the finish line, the boys felt an odd kinship.
They’d always thought their boss was a little unhinged. Now they knew—he was downright insane.
Gu Panxi returned home even later. The dining table was cleared, and Gu Xiaoxiao waited with a mocking smile. “Oh, sis, finally back from your busy schedule?”
Gu Xiuyuan’s icy voice cut in. “Don’t bother with her, Xiaoxiao. The Gu family doesn’t wait for stragglers.”
“Brother, she must’ve been held up. Isn’t it cruel to leave her alone?” Gu Xiaoxiao feigned concern.
Gu Xiuyuan chuckled, ruffling her hair. The warmth in his eyes twisted Gu Panxi’s heart—he’d never smiled at her like that.
“Always so kind,” he said fondly before turning to Gu Panxi, his face hardening. “There’s instant noodles in the kitchen. Fix it yourself.”
They left, Gu Xiaoxiao tossing a smug wink over her shoulder.
Gu Panxi stormed to her room.
Eat? She’d rather starve.
On the third day, she hid in the bathroom—only to be dragged out by a classmate.
“Gu Panxi, it’s your turn to clean today. Hiding in the toilet?” The girl scowled.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
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.
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.”
