City Avenue, temporary parking zone.
A black Mercedes G-Class, resembling a steel beast, was parked there.
Inside the car.
A short-haired woman with immaculate makeup was on a phone call.
Woman: "Are you insane?! Who gave you permission to acknowledge a master? Who the hell is this person?!"
The one on the other end of the call was none other than Xia Yiwei.
Xia Yiwei sang into the phone: "Not gonna tell you~ Not gonna tell you~ Hah! Not gonna tell you~"
The woman clenched her phone tightly: "Fine! Weren’t you going to kill me? Let’s see what kind of master you’ve found and where they come from!"
Xia Yiwei: "My master’s lineage traces back to Wei Xiaobao, specializing in the Bone-Melting Palm. You’re done for, sis—better wash your neck clean…"
Woman: "You idiot! Too much TV, huh? Screw off!"
Before Xia Yiwei could finish, the woman hung up.
Knock knock knock.
Outside the car door.
A burly, bearded man in a black tank top, seeing that the woman had ended her call, gently tapped on the window.
The window rolled down slowly.
The bearded man leaned in slightly and spoke respectfully:
"Sister Shan, as you instructed, they’ve been taught a lesson. What’s next…?"
The woman glanced toward the empty lot beyond the avenue’s railing.
Three men—one brawny, two scrawny—lay sprawled on the ground, utterly defeated.
They were none other than Bangzi Ge and his lackeys, who had caused trouble at the community hospital not long ago.
Fresh out of the police station, they’d been dragged to this secluded stretch of road and thoroughly dealt with.
The woman nodded in satisfaction.
"Just a warning is enough. Tell them to stay far away from that hospital next time."
"Now, go keep an eye on Yiwei. Find out who she’s been in contact with."
"She just told me she’s ‘acknowledged a master.’ Bring this so-called ‘master’ back to the martial arts hall."
The bearded man nodded in acknowledgment.
...
[Ding!]
[Dominant move! Challenging the elder of the Spiritual Medicine Hall despite the level gap and defeating them, leaving them utterly shocked!]
[Intimacy level with the Spiritual Medicine Hall elder has risen to the third tier!]
[Reward: 50 Spirit Stones.]
Inside the community hospital’s treatment room.
Lin Yu stood tall, glaring down at Xia Yiwei, who lay immobilized on the examination bed. His eyes burned with fury.
Xia Yiwei couldn’t move, but her gaze didn’t waver.
"Little Master, are you going to kiss me now?"
Lin Yu’s inner thoughts:
Kiss my ass!
I was just a regular guy, telling little lies and faking minor illnesses.
Now, out of nowhere, I’ve made an enemy of some ‘martial arts heavyweight’?
Who do I even complain to?!
This is why you shouldn’t lie—karma’s a bitch!
Lin Yu seriously considered dragging Xia Yiwei up and beating her again.
He’d been too soft earlier.
What kind of world was this…?
Since when did people just decide to call someone their master without permission?
First Mo Shangying.
Now Xia Yiwei.
Were they running some kind of scam here?
"Xia Yiwei—I’m using your full name now, so cut the nonsense!"
Lin Yu spoke with stern authority.
Xia Yiwei grinned.
"Wow, beneath that innocent college-boy facade, you’ve got such a domineering side."
"Good thing we’re in a hospital. If this happened at home… tsk tsk tsk, how terrifying."
"Everyone in the apartment must’ve been fooled by your ‘harmless student’ act too."
"Like little Qingshui outside, for example?"
Lin Yu: "..."
This damn nurse was anything but simple.
Who’s fooling who here?
You’re the one smoking and drinking behind the scenes!
And now, with that loaded, flirtatious threat, Lin Yu was at a loss for how to counter.
In Xia Yiwei’s mind, she’d already concluded that Lin Yu, like her, had two faces.
"Little Master, you should leave now. I know the effects of your strikes will wear off soon."
"You don’t want Qingshui walking in on… our little secret, do you?"
"I’ll keep your secret if you help me deal with my sister. Fair deal, right?"
Xia Yiwei tried moving her limbs again.
The weakness lingered, but she could already feel some sensation returning.
Lin Yu leaned against the examination bed, his frustration boiling over.
A role reversal?
He’d been reborn into this life—not to become some cuckolded "sir, you wouldn’t want this to get out" pushover, but certainly not to play the fool either!
Unlike agreeing to help his hacker apprentice, this so-called "disciple" had the audacity to threaten him?
If he gave in now, wouldn’t she control his fate from here on out?
Screw that. My life is mine to command.
Woman, you’re playing with fire…
"Still weak… damn, Little Master, your fist technique is lethal."
"I can already imagine how my sister will react when she meets you—hah… urk!"
Xia Yiwei’s laughter cut off abruptly.
Lin Yu’s fingers clamped around her jaw, forcing her face up to his.
"You want me to teach your sister? Fine!"
"Didn’t you ask which sect I belong to?"
"Let me enlighten you—our sect is called… the Joyous Sect!"
Xia Yiwei tried to speak, but no sound came out: "!!!"
Because Lin Yu had already sealed her lips with his own.
"Lin Yu! You little—mmph!"
"I’ll kill—mmph!"
"Stop this—mmph!"
"Wait, let me—mmph!"
"..."
[Ding!]
[Legendary dominance! Turning the tables as the master, reclaiming control with an overwhelming counter—this is the pinnacle of strategy!]
[Reward: 20 Spirit Stones.]
Minutes passed—how many, neither could say.
Click… click…
The sound of the door unlocking echoed from the entrance.
Soon, Chi Qingshui’s voice called from outside:
"Sister Yiwei, I’ve got your number. Can I come in now?"
Hearing this, Lin Yu finally released Xia Yiwei, letting her slump back onto the bed.
"Hah… hah…"
Xia Yiwei gasped for air like a drowning woman.
For a moment there, she’d genuinely feared she might pass out from lack of oxygen.
Who would’ve thought?
That seemingly easy-to-tease little brother…
Packed such a punch!
The lingering effects of the Bone-Melting Palm left her powerless to resist.
She’d basically been Lin Yu’s personal oxygen tank for those minutes.
Recalling what just happened…
When had she ever been treated like this?
A seasoned woman of the world, bullied by a college kid?
"Lin Yu, you little…"
Xia Yiwei tried to sit up, seething with the urge to retaliate.
"Tsk."
The sound of Lin Yu clicking his tongue above her head instantly sparked fear in her heart.
Fists from burly men had never fazed her.
But that simple tsk from Lin Yu? Terrifying.
"Call me ‘Master.’"
Lin Yu bent down, his breath hot against her ear.
Xia Yiwei’s eyes darted away instinctively, but her mouth remained defiant:
"Technique was mediocre. Didn’t feel much."
No curses.
No furious outbursts.
Just a critique of his "skills"?
For a prideful lioness like her, this was practically submission.
Lin Yu wiped his lips and headed for the door.
Before leaving, he tossed back a final warning:
"From now on, you choose—be a good disciple, or stay ‘Sister Yiwei.’"
"As your roommate, I’m still just that harmless college boy."
"But as your master? Next time, I might not stop at your lips."
"See you around. Today’s ‘miracle cure’ was… quite effective."

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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.”

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?!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!