Shi Nanci wore an expression like he'd just eaten shit. He was just a small-time streamer.
Earlier, he’d told Liu Ruxue that he was running a business, which wasn’t entirely a lie—he really was. But the part about making a lot of money? Pure fabrication. After all, anyone actually raking in cash wouldn’t be driving an eight-hand, flood-damaged Mercedes.
People who make real money never brag about it. Take Luo Yao, for example—would she go around flaunting her wealth to everyone? No. But the whole country knows she’s loaded.
On the other hand, those barely scraping by are the ones who love to boast about their "success," puffing themselves up with empty bravado. But fake is fake, and the only one suffering is the person putting on the act.
The reason Shi Nanci was streaming? To peddle his unsold, deadstock products.
“PK? PK my ass! You think you’re worthy? My livestream only has a few dozen viewers—getting them to buy my stuff is already a struggle, and now you want to scam my 'family' into spending more? Why don’t you just drop dead?”
Shi Nanci used to be on decent terms with Lin Jian. But ever since Liu Ruxue’s affair with him got dragged into the spotlight, Shi Nanci felt like he’d been desperately trying to eat shit all along.
The worst part? He hadn’t even gotten a bite.
So his hatred for Lin Jian burned even hotter than before—hotter than when they’d last fought.
Lin Jian hadn’t expected Shi Nanci to hold such a grudge. They’d been fine before, even after that fight. What’s the big deal? Young guys brawl all the time—it’s normal.
Then it hit him: it had to be because of Liu Ruxue.
"Too scared? Fine."
Right then, "My Master is Luo Yao" entered Shi Nanci’s livestream.
[My Master is Luo Yao]: "Take the PK."
Shi Nanci froze when he saw Lin Ran’s username pop up.
That ID was practically a household name—anyone with an internet connection in the country knew it.
Suddenly brimming with confidence, he smirked at Lin Jian. "Alright, I’ll PK you. What’s the punishment for losing?"
Lin Jian: "You decide."
Shi Nanci scoffed, his disdain unmistakable.
"Loser jumps off a building."
Lin Jian blinked, unsure if he’d heard right.
"What did you say?"
"I said the loser jumps off a building. If they don’t, they’re a spineless coward, their kids will be born without assholes, they’ll get cucked every day for life, their parents will drop dead, their whole family will croak, their grandparents will get shipped off to Africa for slave labor—wait, no, scratch the grandparents."
Shi Nanci suddenly remembered Lin Jian’s grandparents were also Lin Ran’s.
But then it hit him—Lin Jian wasn’t even Lin Tianba’s real son.
"Ha! Grandparents stay buried, never to rise again. You in or not?"
Lin Jian’s face darkened, but considering that Shi Nanci’s livestream only had a few dozen viewers, he agreed.
"Fine. Let’s play. Don’t chicken out when it’s time to jump."
And so, the streamer PK began.
Lin Ran: "Uncle Fu, toss him a 'Carnival' (a high-value gift)."
Uncle Fu sent Shi Nanci a "Carnival," and Shi Nanci immediately thanked him.
"Thanks for the support, Brother Lin."
With Lin Ran on his side, victory was guaranteed. What did Lin Jian have to compete with that?
"Uncle Fu, make sure Shi Nanci wins this PK."
Uncle Fu smiled. "Young Master Lin, we don’t even need to intervene—he can’t lose."
Lin Ran: ???
Look at his livestream room.
At that moment, a flood of viewers poured into Shi Nanci’s livestream—all because Lin Ran was there.
"My Master is Luo Yao" was the hottest ID on the internet right now. Everyone knew it belonged to the husband of the nation’s top tycoon.
[Just Trying to Earn Baby Formula Money]: "Lin Ran, what are you doing here? Oh, I get it—you want Lin Jian to jump off a building?"
[Writing Till Midnight Every Day]: "I came to this livestream to troll-gift, but I never expected to see the legendary whale here! Young Master Lin, do I still have a shot at success?"
Sorry Readers, I’m on Hiatus Again: "Coming from Lin Jian’s livestream. I’m gifting—I wanna see Lin Jian jump. That punishment is next-level savage."
Shi Nanci was stunned by the sudden surge of traffic. Was this his lucky break?
He never dreamed the person handing him this fortune would be Lin Ran—the Lin family outcast he’d once looked down on.
Viewers showered him with gifts. Most were small, but the sheer volume was overwhelming.
Meanwhile, Lin Jian's livestream was also flooded—with free "hearts."
Lin Ran couldn’t help but laugh. The internet had finally wised up.
Even Lin Jian was fuming. How could his livestream with 50,000 viewers not have a single paid gift?
This made no sense. Even if a dog was on screen, it wouldn’t be this bad. Fifty thousand people, not fifty!
Soon, the PK timer ran out, and the two streamers reconnected.
"Go jump. I’ll be watching."
Shi Nanci delivered the verbal killshot, barely containing his glee.
He hadn’t expected Lin Jian’s livestream to earn zero gifts despite the massive audience.
Then, as an afterthought, he added: "To everyone watching, Lin Jian jumping is his own choice. This streamer bears no responsibility for incitement or consequences."
He knew Lin Jian wouldn’t actually jump, but he covered his bases anyway.
What if Lin Jian was stupid enough to go through with it?
"And if Lin Jian chickens out, it just proves he’d rather live as a spineless coward."
Lin Jian was seething, on the verge of developing a stress-induced tumor. Why had no one in his livestream gifted?
Was he really that hated?
Wasn’t "any publicity is good publicity" still a thing?
Wasn’t playing the victim supposed to make people open their wallets?
Had the internet changed that much?
He’d poured his heart out, laid his suffering bare—how could they ignore that?
Shouldn’t they be sobbing, gifting, and typing, "Waaah, the streamer is so filial and tragic, we must support him!"
A glance at the chat revealed the truth.
Lin Ran was on the other side. With his influence, even if Lin Jian’s viewers had gifted, he’d have lost anyway.
So his "family" had just been cutting their losses.
Tears welled up in Lin Jian’s eyes—crocodile tears.
"So my big brother is on the other side. No wonder no one dared to gift. Brother, please, spare us. Don’t threaten our family."
The chat erupted.
[???]
[Check the Usernames]: "Who’s threatening us? We just don’t wanna waste money on a clown. You expect us to pay for your circus act? Shameless."
[Sugar Lover Here]: "I’ve discovered Lin Jian’s talent—his master-level passive-aggressive whining."
[Knife Lover Here]: "I kinda get it. Their family’s a mess now. Hope they stay together forever—this kind of 'bonding' is rare. Lock them in a room."
[Author Stan Here]: "Oho! ‘Big brother’ this, ‘big brother’ that—makes my skin crawl. Where was this ‘brotherly love’ when you were bullying Lin Ran?"
Lin Jian kept up his tearful act, but Shi Nanci’s face was pure exasperation.
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.
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!
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.
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.
