"How are you doing?"
Lin Ran asked anxiously, trying to spot Little Black's figure in the hazy glow.
[Little Black: "Lucky we got in early, or I’d be dead. But here, I can heal quickly. I’m almost fully recovered now."]
Little Black replied, its voice gradually regaining some strength.
Lin Ran suddenly frowned, a flicker of suspicion flashing in his eyes.
"Then why did you go off to recover last time?"
He recalled how Little Black had left to heal after being injured before—something about it felt off.
[Little Black: "Last time, it was mental damage—couldn’t heal fast. This time, it’s physical. Different story."]
Little Black explained, a hint of resignation in its tone.
"Where is this place?" Lin Ran gazed at the strange surroundings, curiosity and confusion swirling in his mind.
[Little Black: "Think of it as a four-dimensional space within a time tunnel. Seriously, Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow—."]
Little Black answered, its voice still tinged with fear of Luo Yao.
Lin Ran: "How long until you’re better?"
His thoughts were with Luo Yao; he wanted to return quickly and give her the note.
[Little Black: "Soon, just a few more minutes. Lin Ran, since we’re here, take a look around. It’s all fragments of time. Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow."]
Little Black said, seemingly recovered from its pain.
Lin Ran’s interest in the space grew.
"Can we go back later?" he asked, eyes filled with anticipation.
[Little Black: "You can’t revisit the same moment twice in one time reversal—meow meow meow—but I can buy you a minute or two—meow meow meow. Luo Yao is ruthless—meow meow meow."]
Little Black replied, hesitance lacing its words.
"Then once you’re healed, we have to go back—at least to give her the note."
That’s right. Amid the sudden chaos, Lin Ran still clutched the note with his promise written on it.
He couldn’t let Luo Yao down again. That note was their only connection, his vow to her.
Even if they could only return for a minute, he had to hand it to her.
[Little Black: "Huh? Meow meow meow, wu wu wu!"]
Little Black whined reluctantly, clearly still wary of Luo Yao.
In this space, Lin Ran felt as though the entire world had frozen. The surrounding glow seemed solidified, unchanging.
Then, something astonishing caught his eye.
He stood in a vast, white void. Below, above, and all around him, twisted shapes swirled like liquid or ethereal smoke, constantly shifting.
Looking closer, he realized they were scenes—his past and… his future?
The images flashed before him like a film, each one strikingly real. He saw his childhood laughter, moments shared with Luo Yao, and unfamiliar glimpses—was that the future?
Lin Ran was stunned. His eyes widened, heart pounding with awe.
[Little Black: "Seen enough? Ready to go?"]
Little Black’s voice echoed in his mind, now impatient, as if fully recovered.
Lin Ran’s tone was calm. "You’ve done this before, haven’t you?"
He fixed his gaze on Little Black, eyes sharp with suspicion.
Little Black’s blue eyes widened: ["What?"]
Its mental voice held surprise, as if caught off guard by the question.
"You’ve reversed time before, right? Have you revived me multiple times? Only this time, you let me keep my memories? What’s your real goal?"
Lin Ran pressed forward, each step intensifying the interrogation. He felt on the verge of uncovering a massive secret—one that could unravel everything.
Little Black retreated, trembling slightly, its expression uneasy.
["Lin Ran… don’t push me."]
Its voice carried a plea, dodging the questions.
Suddenly, Lin Ran smirked, a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"Just messing with you. Anyway, what’s that over there? Under the bridge—is that someone?"
His attention snapped back to the surreal visions, curiosity reignited.
In one scene, beneath a bridge, a pair of eyes gleamed—familiar yet venomous, like a hidden serpent poised to strike.
On the bridge, his past self drove a car, speeding forward like an arrow. Lin Ran squinted and recognized the owner of those eyes: Luo Wuyou.
The malice in that gaze sent a chill down his spine, as if it concealed countless schemes.
[Little Black: "There’s a woman there. What are you planning?"]
Little Black’s voice was wary, laced with suspicion.
Lin Ran: "I suddenly wonder… can I influence my past self from here?"
Excitement lit up his eyes, the idea taking root like a sprouting seed.
This time tunnel fascinated him, and he burned to test its limits.
Little Black fell silent for a moment, its small form quivering in the glow.
It didn’t answer, as if weighing the risks or hesitating to enable such a dangerous experiment.
But Lin Ran, driven by curiosity like a child, ignored the hesitation.
He pulled out his phone, switched on the flashlight, and aimed its blinding beam at the vision of his past self.
The action was swift, as if afraid the opportunity would slip away.
Sure enough, the Lin Ran on the bridge flinched, startled by an unseen force, and slammed the brakes.
The car screeched to a halt, tires leaving black streaks on the pavement.
Lin Ran froze, staring at the scene. A strange realization hit him—this had actually happened to him.
He racked his brain, recalling that inexplicable moment when something had interfered… and now he knew—it was himself.
His mind reeled, tangled in a web of questions.

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."

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.”

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.

close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"