Damn it.
Shao Xingfan really wanted to slap his past self for ever looking down on Lin Xuan.
How could he, of all people, dare to discriminate against a genius like Lin Xuan? Was he even worthy? Worthy? Worthy, my ass!
Before this, he’d even thought Lin Xuan was an idiot. But if Lin Xuan was stupid, then he himself was nothing but a pile of dog shit.
"All done," Lin Xuan stretched lazily.
"Thank you, Young Master Lin."
Shao Xingfan excitedly sat down at his desk and began reviewing Lin Xuan’s answers.
After dismissing Shao Xingfan, Lin Xuan returned to the general manager’s office.
Lin Xuan asked, "How’s the progress on that game Starlight Group is developing?"
"I’m not sure. They’ve been tight-lipped lately. I’ve been trying to dig up information," Lei Hui shook his head.
Lin Xuan smirked. "Hah. Seems Lin Chang is keeping his guard up against us."
But could Lin Chang and his people really stop him?
Lin Xuan sat down at Lei Hui’s computer and began typing furiously, his fingers moving so fast they were practically a blur.
Curious, Lei Hui asked, "Boss, what are you…?"
Lin Xuan replied, "If they won’t let us gather intel, we’ll just take a look ourselves."
Sure, it was a bit of a hassle, but giving them a little scare would be worth it.
Lei Hui: "!!!"
He glanced at the screen, which was now filled with dense lines of programming code.
Lei Hui understood.
Lin Xuan was planning to hack into Starlight Group’s backend and check things out personally.
If their boss could even breach Weibo’s backend, infiltrating a small fry like Starlight Group would be child’s play.
Lin Xuan could have slipped into Starlight Group’s systems undetected, but he chose to waltz in boldly instead.
The moment he entered, one of Starlight Group’s technicians spotted him.
"Alert! We’ve got an intruder!"
But after seeing Lin Xuan’s digital signature, the technician relaxed and scoffed dismissively.
"What kind of amateur thinks they can mess with Starlight Group?"
He didn’t even need to lift a finger—the company’s security system would shut this intruder down on its own.
Arms crossed, the technician leaned back, ready to watch the hacker’s downfall.
He expected the intruder to be caught in no time.
But then he saw Lin Xuan effortlessly bypass the first security barrier, then the second, then the third…
The technician raised an eyebrow.
Huh. Maybe this guy had some skills after all.
Time to step in himself.
The technician placed his hands on the keyboard and began typing, trying to block Lin Xuan and trace his location—so he could send him straight to jail.
Soon, beads of cold sweat formed on his forehead.
"Why isn’t it working?"
"How is he this good?"
"Whose alias is this?"
His eyes widened in disbelief.
He’d thought this was some small-time hacker, but the guy’s skills were terrifying…
He could see Lin Xuan’s position, but he couldn’t stop him!
And the speed at which he was dismantling their defenses was horrifying.
"What’s going on?" Another technician came over, curious.
"Quick!" the first technician said urgently. "Get the supervisor—someone’s hacking into our backend!"
If this guy succeeded, company data would be leaked. And if he sabotaged the game they were developing… the consequences would be catastrophic.
"Don’t bother the supervisor over something this small. I’ll handle it," the second technician said confidently, taking a seat at the computer.
The first technician didn’t insist.
Old Liang was the best among them when it came to cybersecurity. With him on the case, combined with their system’s defenses, they might actually stop this intruder—or even get him arrested.
But…
Old Liang’s interference had zero effect on the hacker’s progress.
The intruder continued strolling through their defenses, dismantling barrier after barrier at a leisurely pace.
Old Liang, initially brimming with confidence, now looked stunned.
Was this guy’s skill level just inhuman?
With only two security layers left, once those fell, all of Starlight Group’s data would be exposed to the intruder.
Their entire IT division would be in jeopardy!
Old Liang didn’t waste another second.
He jumped up and ran to fetch the supervisor.
"Sir!" Old Liang said, pulling the supervisor along. "Our backend’s under attack. We have to stop it now, but we can’t!"
The supervisor’s face paled with worry.
If even Old Liang—their best—was helpless, how bad was this?
When the supervisor arrived, he checked the screen, where a red dot marked the intruder’s position.
He was already breaching the eighth firewall.
"We have to stop him now!" the supervisor barked.
If this hacker got through, their data would be completely exposed.
"Everyone, get on the defense system!" the supervisor ordered. "Move fast! Do whatever it takes to block this intruder—and find out who he is!"
"Yes, sir!"
Soon, the room was filled with the rapid clatter of keyboards as everyone focused on their screens.
The supervisor muttered, "With this many people, we should be able to stop him, right?"
Old Liang stayed silent.
Stop him? That wasn’t guaranteed.
During his earlier confrontation, nothing he did had even slowed the hacker down.
This guy’s skills were on another level entirely…
The supervisor kept his eyes glued to the screen.
Soon, Lin Xuan reached the ninth firewall.
"What’s happening? Why isn’t he stopped yet?" the supervisor shouted, panic rising.
"Sir, the intruder’s skill is… extraordinary," Old Liang explained.
The supervisor knew the hacker was formidable.
But no matter what, they had to stop him!
They were developing a game called King’s Glory.
This hacker was probably after it—if he destroyed the game, over a year of work would go down the drain!
"Whoever stops him, I’ll personally recommend to the chairman that they get a bonus—no, five years’ worth of salary and bonuses!" the supervisor declared.
His words lit a fire under the technicians.
They redoubled their efforts, eyes locked on their screens, trying everything to halt the intruder’s advance.
But it was no use.
Five minutes later…
The tenth firewall fell.
The supervisor’s face went white.
It’s over—
With no way left to stop him, the supervisor could only watch helplessly as the hacker strolled through their game files, took a leisurely look around, and then… simply logged out.

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?"

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.”

orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"

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?"