"Old Liu, since when did Hua become so incredibly strong and enduring?" Lin Xuan couldn't help but ask.
It was almost terrifying how she surpassed even grown men.
Lin Xuan himself had to rely on spatial training, martial arts, and the potent tonic brewed by Butler Wang just to barely keep up with her.
The driver pondered before answering, "I only became a shadow guard at Night Garden four years ago. By the time I joined, the young miss was already formidable. But I’ve heard other guards mention that even seven years ago, when she first returned to the Su Family, she was exceptionally strong."
Lin Xuan couldn’t help but think of "Shāng."
Assassins. Drug test subjects.
Could Hua’s inhuman abilities have been honed within the Shāng organization?
A dense ache spread through Lin Xuan’s heart.
Just hearing Zhao Long’s accounts made his scalp tingle—what Hua had endured was likely far worse than anything Zhao Long had described.
The driver dropped Lin Xuan off at Shangqing University.
Wang Dahe raised an eyebrow in surprise. "Well, well. Xuanzi, you actually came to school?"
Lin Xuan exhaled heavily.
He hadn’t wanted to come.
But with a little temptress waiting at home, he had no choice but to escape to campus.
Noticing the dark circles and exhaustion under Lin Xuan’s eyes, Wang Dahe smirked. "It’s been three days since Lin Li’s wedding. That drained look of yours… Don’t tell me Boss Su wrung you dry for three days and nights?"
Lin Xuan: "…"
He wasn’t wrong.
Before Lin Xuan could respond, Wang Dahe shook his head. "Nah, that’s impossible. Even two or three hours in bed would be superhuman. Days? No way."
Lin Xuan gave him a deadpan look.
Hua wasn’t human.
A professor entered the classroom—a new hire.
When the school assigned him to this class, they’d emphasized Lin Xuan’s importance.
They called him the university’s "treasured gem," warning the professor never to cross him and to let him do as he pleased.
Of course Lin Xuan was a gem—he was Su Hua’s man and a computer genius.
The administrators had even shown the professor Lin Xuan’s photo.
The professor spotted him immediately.
No wonder this was the student who’d solved the Oli Conjecture. Despite having the privilege to skip classes, here he was.
The professor turned on the projector, ready to lecture.
But a wave of exhaustion hit Lin Xuan.
Yawning, he muttered, "Godson, I’m catching some Z’s. Don’t disturb me unless it’s urgent."
With that, he flopped onto the desk and fell asleep.
The professor who’d just praised him: "…"
Spoke too soon.
First class, and he’s already out cold. What was the point of coming?
Lin Xuan slept soundly through the first lecture.
And the second.
After that, with no more classes, he returned to the dorm and kept sleeping.
By the afternoon lecture, he was still dead to the world.
Wang Dahe watched him, baffled. Just how thoroughly had Boss Su drained him?
Meanwhile, Su Hua arrived at Shangqing University under the guise of an inspection.
The dean rushed to greet her.
"Boss Su," he fawned, "you should’ve informed me of your visit! I’d have prepared a proper welcome."
Su Hua barely glanced at him, silent.
"Boss Su, classes are in session right now. All the seniors in Computer Science Class 3 are attending. Would you like to observe their engagement?" the dean suggested with a smile.
He knew Su Hua didn’t care about the university’s profits or operations.
Every "inspection" was just an excuse to see Lin Xuan.
So when he’d heard she was coming, he’d called ahead to confirm Lin Xuan was in class.
Relieved, he now led the way.
"Mm." Su Hua nodded.
With Jiang Qing and a retinue of administrators in tow, she headed straight for Lin Xuan’s classroom.
Inside, the professor lectured passionately while students listened intently—no phones in sight.
Noticing the dean at the door, the professor paused.
"Review the material I just covered," he instructed before stepping out.
"Dean," he greeted.
"Come here."
The dean introduced him to Su Hua.
"Professor Wang, since it’s your first time teaching here, you might not know," he said. "This is our largest shareholder, Boss Su—CEO of Su Corporation."
The CEO of Su Corporation?!
Professor Wang’s eyes widened.
Holy—
On his very first day, he was meeting someone of this stature?
Su Corporation was a dream employer for many, himself included. But with its global recruitment standards, he’d been rejected for not meeting the bar.
"B-Boss Su, hello," he stammered nervously.
"Mm." Su Hua acknowledged him indifferently.
"Don’t stress, Professor Wang," the dean reassured. "Boss Su is just here for a casual inspection."
Of course, the real purpose was Lin Xuan.
Without him, Su Hua wouldn’t have set foot on campus.
"Understood."
Despite the reassurance, Professor Wang wiped sweat from his brow.
"Are all your students present today?" Su Hua asked.
"Yes, everyone’s here," he confirmed.
"Really?"
Su Hua’s lips curved slightly.
Just as she’d guessed—Xuan was hiding here.
Did he really think he could escape her?
"I’d like to see how attentive they are," she said.
Professor Wang was impressed.
Now this was dedication.
"Boss Su, rest assured, my students are fully focused," he vowed.
"Oh?" Su Hua arched an elegant brow.
Wasn’t Xuan supposed to be napping?
"Absolutely—"
Before he could finish, Professor Wang remembered Lin Xuan.
Wait—
He’d forgotten about him!
"I’ll see for myself whether every student is truly engaged," Su Hua said, her eyes narrowing.
Professor Wang’s mind raced.
The school had called Lin Xuan their "treasured gem."
No way could he let Boss Su catch him sleeping—what if she expelled him?
They couldn’t afford to lose the genius who’d solved the Oli Conjecture!

pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"

] [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?!