"Miss Chen, shall I show you something interesting?"
"What is it?"
"Watching a livestream."
Lin Ran and Luo Yao went to change clothes, while Uncle Fu had the servants turn on the projector so he and Chen Qingtian could watch Lin Jian's livestream.
Just because Lin Ran wasn’t watching didn’t mean others weren’t.
Uncle Fu had developed a strange addiction to following Lin Jian’s downfall. He couldn’t wait to see just how miserably the Lin family would end up.
As the livestream began, Chen Qingtian was immediately greeted by Lin Jian’s disgustingly smug face.
"Ugh, this guy’s face is downright revolting!"
To be fair, Lin Jian wasn’t actually bad-looking—he had a boy-next-door charm, while Lin Ran was more of a bright, cheerful type.
In terms of looks, Lin Ran completely outshone Lin Jian, but that didn’t mean Lin Jian was ugly. In fact, he had even been a contender for school heartthrob back in the day.
"Hello, everyone! It’s Lin Jian here—so glad to see you all again!"
The moment he spoke, the chat exploded with: ["Glad my ass!"].
Lin Jian might not be ugly, but his personality was vile. Just thinking about the things he’d done made people want to vomit.
In fact, a new phrase had gone viral online:
When insulting someone particularly repulsive, people would say, "You’re so Lin Jian."
It had become a full-blown meme.
By now, the term "Lin Jian" didn’t just mean disgusting—it covered everything from being a scumbag, an idiot, a trashy man, to even incestuous tendencies.
Chen Qingtian turned to Uncle Fu. "Can I gift him money and then file for a minor refund?"
Uncle Fu paused. "You could. Need me to handle it?"
Chen Qingtian shook her head. "Nah, if the refund fails, I’d just be throwing money at a dog. I’d rather spend it on buying razor blades to mail to him."
"Would you like Lin Jian’s address?"
Chen Qingtian blinked in surprise. "You have his address?"
"Of course. Young Master Lin arranged it," Uncle Fu said matter-of-factly.
Chen Qingtian rolled her eyes, thinking to herself, "My cousin really knows how to play the game."
Her hatred for Lin Jian ran deeper than most—after all, he had bullied her cousin.
What neither Uncle Fu nor Chen Qingtian expected was that Lin Jian had started selling products again—and this time, he sold even more than before.
On screen, Lin Jian frowned as he promoted his goods.
"Family, the initial stock is sold out."
[2025 My Readers Are All Rich]: Then restock! I didn’t get any—you’re so Lin Jian.
Lin Jian: "Here’s the thing, family—I’ve slashed the prices, but quantities are limited. Still, just for you, I’ll pull some strings and release another batch!"
[No Hiatus During Holidays]: Just sell the stuff, I’ll buy it. Stop calling us ‘family’—who the hell are you calling family? You’re so damn Lin Jian.
Lin Jian: ???
What did "so Lin Jian" even mean?
Weren’t these all supposed to be haters? Why did it feel like they actually liked him?
Encouraged, Lin Jian doubled down on his efforts.
Soon, his products sold out again.
But despite the numbers, he wasn’t happy—because he still had to worry about returns.
This livestream was a gamble.
No one wanted to partner with him, and the only one who did had set an unusual condition.
Normally, deals were based on sales, followers, or performance—but this partner bet on the return rate.
Still, Lin Jian wasn’t entirely without confidence.
A smug grin twisted his lips.
[The Path to a Woman’s Heart]: Holy crap, his mouth just twitched. Someone tear him apart before he turns into the Dragon King.
[Beauty’s Desire]: Wait, why’s he smiling? What’s so funny about being such a Lin Jian?
Lin Jian’s smirk vanished, replaced by a pitiful expression.
"Family, my dear father has always been the person I respect and love most. But look at what’s become of him… My brother hates us, and I don’t blame him—after all, he’s not as weak as I am…"
He launched into a sob story, and this time, Lin Tianba played along perfectly.
Meanwhile, as the Lin family milked their tragedy, Luo Yao emerged by the pool in a bikini, where Lin Ran had been waiting.
Seeing her like this for the first time was beyond words.
Lin Ran’s mind buzzed, and he had to mentally recite calming mantras to suppress the overwhelming desire threatening to burst out.
"Ran, let’s play."
Lin Ran gulped. He didn’t understand why, after his rebirth, he had zero resistance to Luo Yao.
It hadn’t been like this in his past life.
Not that he disliked it—but it was so frequent he feared he might run dry.
"Yao, swimming’s fine, but there’s one problem—I’m not great in water. What do I do?"
Lin Ran was terrible at swimming—barely able to stay afloat, let alone actually swim. He’d always avoided water.
"Don’t worry, I’ll teach you."
For some reason, Lin Ran noticed a strange glint in Luo Yao’s eyes—something almost… excited?
"O-okay."
It was winter, and the outdoors were freezing, but the heated pool wasn’t just warm—the entire pool area was temperature-controlled.
As Lin Ran stepped in, Luo Yao slipped into the water like a mermaid, darting toward him in one smooth motion.
"Wife, you’re amazing at everything. Unlike me—useless."
"I trained since childhood. Had to learn everything, or I’d die."
Lin Ran’s heart ached. Luo Yao’s past had been far harsher than his.
The internet called him the "most tragic young master," but compared to Luo Yao, his suffering was nothing.
How big was the gap?
The whole nation knew Lin Ran’s past.
No one could even begin to fathom Luo Yao’s.
Hers was the kind of story that couldn’t be shown in movies—that was the difference.
"Yao, I’ll spend my whole life healing my little demon."
Luo Yao stuck out her tongue playfully, her adorable expression melting Lin Ran completely.
"What if, in the end, I’m still a demon?"
It felt strange to her. In the past, whenever Lin Ran called her "demon," his voice dripped with hatred, chilling her to the bone.
Now, he still called her "demon," but it sounded sweet.
Titles didn’t matter—what mattered was who said them, and how.
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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?"
