His mother was Qian Yinshang. When she went to negotiate a collaboration at Luo Corporation, she didn’t bring him along because the people she was meeting were too important—her son wasn’t yet qualified to participate in such high-level discussions.
So, the bored Park Gukchang wandered around the capital with an assistant in tow.
He drove his supercar through the city streets, basking in the envious gazes of passersby, like a butterfly flitting through flowers in search of fresh excitement.
As they strolled, they ended up in a bustling area where the lively crowd caught their attention.
The assistant said considerately, "Don’t worry, Chairman. Tonight, I’ll definitely find you two stunning Chinese girls."
"It’s actually incredibly easy here in China. All you have to do is take this 50-million-yuan supercar for a spin, and those girls will practically fall under a spell—completely defenseless."
The assistant wore a confident smile, as if he could already see Park Gukchang with an arm around each girl.
Park Gukchang listened, a roguish grin slowly spreading across his face, tinged with something darker.
"Hmm, I’ve never been fond of overly materialistic women, but if it’s just for fun, why not?"
His tone dripped with the arrogance of a spoiled rich heir. In his eyes, these Chinese women were nothing more than playthings.
Park Gukchang closed his eyes slowly, a smirk playing at his lips as his mind conjured up vivid scenes of wild nights with beautiful women. The images made his heart race.
Just then—
"Chairman, look! There’s an absolute stunner up ahead!"
The assistant suddenly exclaimed, his voice brimming with excitement, as if he’d discovered a new continent.
Park Gukchang’s eyes snapped open like a predator locking onto prey, gleaming with anticipation.
His gaze darted forward, and in that single glance, he spotted the so-called beauty.
He froze, struck by an overwhelming sense of awe.
She was a goddess.
He prided himself on having seen plenty of women—socialites from back home, international celebrities—he’d encountered them all.
But someone this breathtaking? It left him utterly stunned, as if the entire world had suddenly brightened.
She was like a beam of light piercing through his dark existence, robbing him of coherent thought. His eyes could focus on nothing but her.
"I must spend tonight with her."
Park Gukchang’s lips curled into a smirk, a cunning glint flashing in his eyes. He spoke with absolute confidence.
Desire burned in his gaze, as if he’d already claimed her.
"You get out first. Later, film the whole thing—I’ll want to relive it when we’re back home. And if possible, I’m taking this one with me."
Park Gukchang looked at his assistant eagerly, as if already envisioning the glorious scenes to come. His heart pounded with excitement.
"Got it, Chairman."
The assistant swiftly stepped out of the car and pulled out his phone, ready to document this "hunt."
Meanwhile, Park Gukchang eagerly revved the supercar’s engine, the roar exploding through the streets like thunder.
With a sharp press of the accelerator, he executed a flashy drift, bringing the car to a smooth stop right in front of the woman.
The tires screeched against the pavement, kicking up a swirl of dust.
Luo Yao’s brows furrowed involuntarily, a flicker of disgust in her eyes.
She hadn’t expected to run into such a nuisance right outside her company. Anger simmered inside her.
Just then, passersby were drawn to the sudden spectacle, crowding around in curiosity.
The gathering grew larger—everyone wanted to see what the person in this luxury car was up to.
"Wow, what kind of car is that? I’ve never seen one before. Must be worth millions, right?"
"Millions? Don’t be naive," another scoffed, eager to flaunt his knowledge of high-end cars.
"That’s a SSC Tuatara—one of the most expensive supercars out there. Top speed of 443 km/h. You won’t see many of these even in the capital, let alone the rest of China. Price tag? At least 50 million."
His voice carried, and the crowd gasped in astonishment, murmuring among themselves.
"50 million? My god, I’ll never make that much in my lifetime."
"What kind of rich guy even drives something like this?"
People pulled out their phones, ready to capture the moment.
Meanwhile, Park Gukchang sat smugly in the driver’s seat, radiating an air of invincibility. He reveled in the crowd’s admiration, feeling like the center of the universe.
His eyes locked onto Luo Yao, brimming with confidence. He was certain no woman could resist a high-status, wealthy, handsome man like him.
He stepped out and approached her.
"Hey there, gorgeous. Care to join me for dinner?"
Park Gukchang spoke in heavily accented Mandarin, pouring on the charm with exaggerated sincerity.
His gaze was theatrically earnest, his demeanor superficially polite but dripping with arrogance. Combined with his supercar-owner status, he believed himself irresistible.
No woman could possibly turn him down—he was already picturing Luo Yao nodding eagerly.
But this time, he was in for a rude awakening.
Liu Meng watched him with a look that could kill, her eyes full of warning.
Meanwhile, Luo Yao was on the verge of exploding. Her expression darkened like the calm before a storm, her eyes burning with fury.
"Get lost!"
Park Gukchang stiffened at the word, completely unprepared for such a reaction. His confidence shattered instantly, replaced by stunned disbelief.
In his world, he was the golden boy—status, wealth, looks—all weapons that effortlessly broke down any woman’s defenses.
Yet this woman had rejected him outright.
How could anyone refuse him? Even if she didn’t know who he was, couldn’t she see his car? His clothes?
Luo Yao and Liu Meng didn’t seem like they were clueless about luxury.
"Come on, just dinner. It won’t take long. I just want to get to know you..."
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.”
] [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!"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
