"Misunderstanding?"
Wang Ye's face was cold as ice, his sharp gaze looking towards the burly man. A hint of danger flashed through his eyes.
"We're all here scavenging, so of course we'll try to grab anything good we come across."
"But it's obvious now that you're qualified to take that item. I admit my eyesight was lacking. Let's not make a big deal out of this. What do you say?"
The burly man grinned at Wang Ye, hands open to show he meant no harm.
"Plus, with danger lurking everywhere in these wastelands, I'll admit I'm no match for you. But I'm not so easy for you to kill instantly either. A prolonged fight would be risky for you too, right?"
The burly man's face was all smiles, but his eyes were cold and calculating.
"Heh..."
A cold smile played on Wang Ye's lips.
"Are you joking with me?"
A icy glint flashed through Wang Ye's eyes. If not for his quick reflexes just now, he would probably already be a corpse.
As he spoke, Wang Ye raised his right hand, a red glow shimmering faintly.
Through his veins it could be seen that the blood flowing in his body had accelerated in an instant.
The burly man's expression changed. Without hesitation he turned and ran towards the distance. From that brief clash just now he knew he was no match for Wang Ye.
What a shame...
The next second, a huge suction force came over him.
The burly man gritted his teeth and took out a tattered straw doll from his pocket, tossing it on the ground.
The doll moved as if alive, its eyes swiveling around eerily as it jerked clumsily. But the next second, the doll was sucked into Wang Ye's hand.
"Hehe."
The doll suddenly revealed an creepy smile, its eyes turning blood red. Then its body burned up weirdly into ashes.
The whole process took only three seconds, and the burly man had already fled far using that chance.
"As expected, scavengers who can make it this far are not so simple."
Watching the burly man's disappearing figure, Wang Ye murmured to himself. Then he returned to his mail truck and started the engine.
If he had persisted in chasing the burly man, he could have tried using the mail truck.
But the direction the burly man had fled was not on his navigation route. Wang Ye was unsure what would happen if he deviated from the route, so rather than take the risk, it was better to just head back to the city safely.
Wang Ye comforted himself inwardly.
"But...I just can't control my heart huh."
Touching the steering wheel, Wang Ye murmured to himself. Then without hesitation he turned the steering wheel and chased in the direction the burly man had fled.
The previously silent navigation started glitching.
Lights flashed nonstop.
On the screen appeared large bloody words like a blood donation drive.
"Please return to the correct route."
Wang Ye seemed not to see it and continued driving. In just over ten seconds, with the mail truck's powerful speed, he could faintly see the burly man's figure up ahead.
"I'm known for..."
"Being unforgiving."
Wang Ye murmured to himself, a glint of madness flashing through his eyes. In an instant he appeared by the burly man's side, stopping the car!
From the burly man's perspective, Wang Ye had appeared out of thin air.
His expression was filled with shock. His hand subconsciously reached into his pocket. The next second, a flash of sharp blade light. His pupils dilated wide, and he fell to the ground in despair.
The burly man's head was severed from his neck, rolling on the ground like a ball.
Wang Ye's icy gaze looked at the burly man's body as he calmly put away his flaying knife.
A line of blood similarly appeared on Wang Ye's neck.
A trickle of blood slid down his throat.
"The side effect of the flaying knife is strengthening the wielder, though just a bit lighter huh?"
Feeling his own condition, Wang Ye lightly wiped away the blood on his neck. He went over to the burly man's body and searched his chest area.
The first thing this burly man did upon seeing him was not use his abilities, but reach into his pocket.
Clearly, he felt that only the things in his pocket could save his life.
Looking at the burly man's body that was rotting from overuse of his abilities, Wang Ye emotionlessly searched the corpse.
Soon, Wang Ye's eyes lit up as he retrieved another doll.
Identical to the one the burly man had used before.
The doll was tattered all over, but had an eerie smile. Its black eyes seemed to stare at Wang Ye with life.
"Can it take attacks for its owner?"
Wang Ye satisfyingly put away the doll and searched for a while longer. After making sure he didn't miss anything, he returned to the mail truck.
By now, the navigation screen looked as if it had been soaked in blood.
The bright red words 'Please return to correct route' looked ready to seep out from the screen.
Wang Ye's brows furrowed slightly as he followed his memory to return to the original path.
The restless navigation gradually calmed down, the blood color fading away as the familiar map reappeared.
"Is it afraid I'll exploit bugs to hunt for treasure?"
"Stingy postal service."
Wang Ye couldn't help but complain. Then he focused on driving.
For the remainder of the journey, he didn't come across any more treasures. After all, the routes were fixed, so the chances of finding anything good weren't high.
Wang Ye was already very satisfied with what he had gained so far.
Looking at the increasing number of scavengers, and the city of Shangjing coming into view, encircled by thick high walls faintly glowing, a faint smile appeared on Wang Ye's lips.
He was finally back.
Parking the mail truck at the residential area entrance, Wang Ye wearily returned home.
Standing at his front door, Wang Ye's pupils contracted slightly.
On the door was a heart-shaped sticky note with neat handwriting.
"Be careful~"
Next to the words was a cute smiling face.
It must be from Zhou Han!
Wang Ye immediately thought of who left the note.
And on the ground in front of the door was an inconspicuous strand of hair.
This was a habit he had cultivated over the years.
Especially since there was now a mysterious wooden door in his living room.
Every time he went out, he would leave a strand of hair wedged in the door crack.
"Did someone go in?"
Wang Ye was silent for a few seconds before expressionlessly opening the door and entering the house.
The interior was very quiet and tidy as new.
Wang Ye showed no sign anything was amiss as he took a bottle of water from the fridge and sat down wearily on the sofa, closing his eyes.
After some time...
A figure identical to Wang Ye abruptly emerged from the shadows.
He was pale, moving his body stiffly. He slowly shuffled behind Wang Ye, his deep gaze fixed on Wang Ye's back.
Finally...
He slowly raised both arms towards Wang Ye's head.
"Couldn't resist huh?"
"At least you're quite willing to help clean my house!"
Suddenly, Wang Ye who seemed to be sleeping on the sofa sharply opened his eyes, a cold smile on his lips.
Somehow he was holding a coil of rope in his hands. It instantly came to life and flew about.
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."
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.
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.”
