In the completely dark rental room.
No windows, no fresh air.
The entire space was less than 150 square feet.
It could only fit a bed, a desk, a large wardrobe, and a full-length mirror.
The digital drawing tablet on the desk dimly lit up.
The faint blue light reflected in a pair of beautiful eyes, but for some reason, the owner of these beautiful eyes seemed to be frozen in place, motionless.
In the room, cheap takeout boxes were piled like mountains, and the cosplay outfits in the huge wardrobe were somewhat messy;
The blanket on the bed wasn't folded neatly, and for some unknown reason, sharp tools like art knives were thrown beside the pillow.
Standing out from all this was the room's owner, staring blankly at the line of text on the screen in front of the computer desk.
"Life is hard, don't forget your original intention."
The Twitter comment notification stayed there.
Although the accumulated comments and likes numbered 999+, she no longer cared about any praise or abuse.
But the person who left this message was her only hidden follower, the most important person who had been continuously providing her with commissions a year ago, allowing her, a novice artist, to gradually transition to where she was now—to survive until now.
At that time, the part-time Taobao store manager had been very clear: "Lubia, if you bring our store one more negative review this month, pack your bags and get out. We have at least 50 artists, and the negative reviews of the other 49 combined aren't as many as yours alone. Heh, you're not a spy sent by our competitors, are you?"
"..."
Unacknowledged, nowhere to go, no skills, unwilling to sell herself.
Although her Twitter subscriber count was decent, it only provided less than 2,000 yuan in monthly income.
In Tianhai City, where prices were skyrocketing, it wasn't even enough to barely rent this dark rental room.
Fortunately, at that time, she met Boss.
Boss contacted her via email and later threw five commissions her way.
As if knowing her situation, Boss didn't haggle over prices.
At the commercial illustration rate, it was 8,000 per piece, earning her 40,000.
40,000 yuan, even in Tianhai City, would be enough to live frugally for half a year.
Unlike others, Boss seemed very casual, never asking for revisions or multiple modifications.
He even liked letting her express herself freely, only providing a framework, never interfering with anything else.
Most importantly, even though she could only draw big-breasted anime girls, Boss didn't mind, and even praised such works as having character, his tone far from perfunctory.
Gradually, talking to Boss and pestering him became the only interesting thing in her garbage-like life.
Boss was naive, treating her like a brother.
Perhaps in his eyes, she really was just some creepy old otaku?
"Sigh~"
Walking to the mirror, in the blue light from the screen, she gazed at herself.
Black hair reaching her waist, mountains protruding from her chest, toes invisible when looking down.
Her legs, praised by others as perfect, were straight, her waist delicately slim.
Her skin was pink and white, looking soft and smooth to the touch.
The only flaw was the bandage wrapped around her wrist, spotted with blood.
Matching the dried red on the art knife's blade.
"38-year-old unemployed doujin artist" was the disguise she created for herself, making her seem bolder when communicating with the Taobao store manager and other difficult clients, appearing less easy to bully.
But now, she somewhat regretted this disguise.
How should she...
How should she...
Explain it?
If someday, she developed the desire to meet Boss in person...
What expression would he show when he saw her?
Shock?
Confusion?
Disgust?
Or intolerance for the deception?
...
Taking her phone from the heart-shaped leg garter at her thigh, the blue light slowly moved upward.
Illuminating that long snow-white neck, perfect facial contours, delicate nose and black eyes, and those naturally plump, dewy cheeks.
The pure and exquisite features combined to form an ultimate weapon that would make even young girls feel insecure.
She was already 24 years old.
Although she had graduated from the Central Academy of Fine Arts not long ago, due to her social anxiety and not wanting to find work, plus her family's relentless pressure to get married, she had no choice but to pack her bags and come to this city where ordinary people could barely afford to live.
The reflection in the mirror looked beautiful, with a perfect figure and excellent conditions, but in others' eyes, she was nothing more than a tool for lust and release.
Once, a talent agent with ulterior motives approached her asking if she wanted to join a "media company" as a model, earning 30,000 a month, only needing to follow the leader's requirements for photoshoots and cosplay.
She was naive then, only realizing at the company's door that it was a small workshop, and during the interview, they actually required female models to undress.
Watching several other models around her bow their heads for those verbal promises of money, she chose to give up the opportunity and walk away.
Looking back now, how much was her cheap self-respect worth anyway?
It was quite laughable.
Her drawing skills were terrible, only able to draw herself while looking in the mirror, completely unable to draw anything else.
No talent, no other motivation to survive.
She couldn't do physical labor, and moreover, just going out would result in men's lewd gazes licking all over her.
Without realizing it, her social anxiety had gotten even worse.
"Ah."
"At least there's Boss, at least Boss doesn't mind me, treats me like a brother."
Actually, ever since receiving Boss's commissions, she had mustered up the courage to try finding her "original intention" again.
She created a project in a hidden folder, starting to try drawing original characters again.
Every day and night, she stayed in this 3,000-yuan rental room, honing her drawing skills, doing yoga, exercising, surviving on the meager income from cosplay posts on Twitter, waiting.
She had been hoping that Boss would start a new book soon, that he would suddenly notice her improvement.
She had been carefully inquiring, constantly sharing erotic images to figure out Boss's preferences, and creating characters according to his tastes, wanting to touch his heart.
Of course, touching his heart with just her drawing skills wouldn't be enough.
So she made a major decision that all future cosplays would be based on his preferences, completely original.
Let him see that she had never forgotten her original intention, had always been struggling forward.
If under these conditions, Boss gradually came to like her cosplay, wouldn't that indirectly mean he... liked her a bit too?
At that time, using excuses like "Since we're both in Tianhai, why don't we meet to discuss character designs?"...
Wouldn't that be more natural?
"Hehe... Boss..."
Tang Hua turned from the mirror to look at the wall.
One could vaguely see that all three walls, including the ceiling, were completely covered with printed papers of a male college student's social media selfies, ID photos, author profile pictures, subway side profiles, photos of him going to and from school, and candid shots from the breakfast shop below Tianhe Platinum Apartments.
All the printed papers had uniform traces that resembled dried saliva, their uneven adhesive surfaces having endured unknown soakings and washings.
...
...
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."
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
