The technical department manager spoke up, "Chairman, our security system was hacked again today. It must be the same hacker from last time."
Lin Chang was stunned. "Did they succeed?"
"Yes," the manager nodded.
"How is that possible?" Lin Chang widened his eyes. "Didn’t we hire those top-tier computer experts to rebuild our security system?"
Those internationally renowned hackers had even sworn that no one could breach the system they designed.
"Chairman," the manager lowered his head, "that security system couldn’t stop him at all. He accessed our backend as easily as walking into his own home—there was no resistance."
Lin Chang clenched his fists.
Who was it? Who kept targeting Starlight Group like this?
However, the last time this hacker infiltrated their system, they only sabotaged it before leaving without further damage. This time, they might not even have destroyed the security system.
Perhaps it was just a malicious prank.
Thinking this, Lin Chang felt slightly relieved.
"What was his purpose this time?" Lin Chang took a deep breath, suppressing his anger.
The technical manager answered nervously, "Right before the game crashed, some users purchased our in-game skins. He came specifically to refund all that money."
Lin Chang frowned.
Refund the money?
Why would he do that?
"How much was refunded?" Lin Chang asked.
The game department manager replied, "Chairman, the skins were only sold in the last one or two seconds before the crash. The total was just 23,000 yuan."
Lin Chang let out a sigh of relief.
At least it wasn’t much.
"Did he do anything else?" Lin Chang pressed.
The game manager lowered his head, uneasy. "He destroyed our company’s security system again."
Hearing this, Lin Chang nearly spat out blood.
That system had cost him hundreds of millions to build—and now, it was gone just like that.
"And…" the technical manager hesitated.
"And what?" Lin Chang clutched his aching chest.
"And…" The manager closed his eyes before answering, "He left a message saying that the game crash was his doing. He planted a virus in our game and claimed we’d never be able to fix it."
Lin Chang’s face turned deathly pale.
This couldn’t be happening.
If what he said was true, did that mean the game was permanently ruined?
This was over a year of the company’s hard work—eighteen months of relentless development.
The manpower, resources, and financial investment were incalculable.
And worse—after the game’s launch, they had spent billions on marketing.
If this game failed, it would deal a devastating blow to the company. They wouldn’t last long.
No.
This was just the beginning. They weren’t at a dead end yet—there had to be a solution.
Lin Chang paced back and forth in his office.
Then, an idea struck him.
His eyes lit up. "Immediately relaunch a new app. Wan'er, arrange for promotions for this new version."
The technical manager said, "Chairman, we’ve already tried that. It won’t work. The virus is embedded in the game’s core—no matter which app it’s on, the game will crash."
"Then comb through it! Go over every single detail and find out where the problem lies!" Lin Chang roared.
"Yes, sir."
The game and technical managers exchanged hopeless glances.
With a game this massive, locating the virus would be near impossible.
Lin Chang collapsed into his chair, his face ashen, even his lips pale.
A female secretary entered with coffee.
"Chairman, President Lin, President Wang, President Li, please have some tea," she said respectfully.
"Take it away! How can I think about tea right now?" Lin Chang’s chest heaved violently.
His mind was consumed with one thought—the game must not fail.
"Chairman, bad news!" An employee rushed into the office in a panic.
Already agitated, Lin Chang grew even more irritated at the disruption.
"What could possibly be so urgent?" he snapped.
What could be worse than the game crashing?
The employee flinched at his tone.
After gathering himself, he stammered, "Chairman, Starlight Group’s 'King’s Pesticide' just ended its beta testing. They held a press conference announcing the official launch."
"At the same time, platforms like Huoyin, Weibo, A-site, and Mohu are flooded with ads claiming their game is identical to ours. They’re telling our players to switch to their game since ours is broken."
"What?!"
Lin Chang slammed his fist on the desk, furious. "Starlight Group is clearly kicking us while we’re down!"
His chest rose and fell rapidly.
"No," Lin Chang muttered darkly. "This might all be Lin Xuan’s doing!"
Otherwise, he couldn’t think of anyone else behind this.
Fine. Lin Xuan was really something.
Daring to leech off Starlight Group like this.
"Chairman, what should we do now?" the game manager asked.
Lin Chang’s voice was icy. "Hire the best international hackers to locate and eliminate that virus."
"And, Wan'er."
He turned to Lin Qingwan. "Contact every major platform except Huoyin. Buy trending hashtags—accuse Starlight Group of plagiarizing our game."
"Dad, but…" Lin Qingwan hesitated.
They were the ones who had copied Starlight Group’s game. Wasn’t this turning the tables unfairly?
"Do it," Lin Chang said coldly.
Lin Qingwan pressed her lips together.
This game was crucial to Starlight Group’s survival. Her father’s plan was indeed the most strategic move.
"Alright, Dad. I understand."
Heart heavy, Lin Qingwan left the office.
Every step she took now only pushed Lin Xuan further away.

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.”

agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)

] [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!"