Su Hua: "Speak."
"President Su, Young Master Lin's company has been slandered," the executive quickly reported.
Su Hua abruptly raised her head. "Give me specifics."
The executive continued, "President Su, Young Master Lin's company developed a game called 'King's Pesticide.' It seems Starlight Group plagiarized it and released their version first. Now, public opinion is overwhelmingly condemning Skyline Group."
Su Hua's brows furrowed tightly as she picked up her phone to check.
Seeing the flood of online posts vilifying Skyline Group, a chilling aura radiated from her.
How dare they scheme against her A-Xuan?
They’re asking for death.
The executive asked, "President Su, these comments are clearly bought and orchestrated by Starlight Group. Should I arrange to help Young Master Lin quell this storm?"
"No need." Su Hua suddenly chuckled. "A-Xuan will handle it himself."
A-Xuan wasn’t the type to take losses lying down. This development was likely part of his own plan.
Besides, if he really needed help, he’d come to her.
And when he did, he’d have to pay a price—perhaps with his body.
A soft glimmer flashed in Su Hua’s eyes.
"President Su, are you sure?" The executive looked puzzled.
Given how much Su Hua cared for Young Master Lin, if something happened to him, she’d surely be frantic—not this calm.
"Mhm." Su Hua curled her red lips into a doting smile. "My A-Xuan doesn’t let himself get bullied."
What followed would be quite the spectacle.
The executive remained skeptical.
Starlight Group had been around for years, and Lin Chang was a seasoned fox in the business world. No matter how capable Young Master Lin was, his company was barely a year old. Could he really handle this alone?
Su Hua added, "Keep a close eye on the online developments. Report to me immediately if anything happens."
"Yes, President Su." The executive nodded.
"President Su, if there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave."
As the executive turned to exit the office—
"Wait." Su Hua suddenly called him back.
"President Su." The executive bowed respectfully.
Su Hua said, "You did well this time. The department head position is vacant—you’ll take it."
"Also, double your bonus this month."
The executive froze.
Double the bonus? And a promotion to department head?
All just for reporting Young Master Lin’s situation?
When Su Hua had coldly dismissed the matter earlier, he thought his chance to curry favor with Young Master Lin was gone.
Yet here she was, rewarding him so generously.
He’d expected some recognition, but never this much.
"Thank you, President Su!" The executive snapped back to reality, beaming.
He left the office grinning.
Young Master Lin was definitely a golden ticket!
He had to cling to that man’s coattails—no matter what!
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An hour later, Starlight Group.
The head of the tech department knocked on the CEO’s office door.
"Enter," Lin Chang said.
The tech head stepped inside.
Lin Chang was still scrolling through the online comments, relishing the sight of netizens bashing Lin Xuan and Skyline Group. It lifted his spirits immensely.
For months, his company had been crushed under Skyline Group’s shadow.
Top actors were snatched away by them.
Every time their movies or shows went head-to-head with Skyline’s productions, they lost miserably.
After being suppressed for so long, they were finally getting their revenge.
"Well?" Lin Chang asked. "Did they identify the virus?"
Truthfully, he was nervous.
Whether they could neutralize the virus in time was critical.
Any longer, and even Starlight’s loyal players might defect to Skyline’s game.
"Y-yes, they located where the virus was embedded," the tech manager stammered.
Lin Chang’s eyes lit up.
If they’d found it, they could eliminate it.
"Then wipe it out immediately!" Lin Chang snapped.
"But... but..." The tech manager hesitated.
"But what? Spit it out!"
Seeing the manager’s ashen face, a terrible premonition gripped Lin Chang.
"Chairman, we found the virus, but... it’s fully integrated with our game’s code," the tech manager mumbled, head bowed.
"If we remove it, the entire game will be destroyed."
"What?!"
Lin Chang’s face turned deathly pale.
"Chairman," the tech manager said weakly, "whether we remove the virus or not, the game will crash either way."
"Weren’t they supposed to be world-class computer experts?" Lin Chang roared. "How can they not fix a single virus?!"
They’d invested billions in this game’s development and marketing.
With their funds nearly depleted, they were counting on "King’s Hero" to save them.
If it failed, Starlight Group would collapse.
"They must need more time to crack it," Lin Chang muttered, grasping at hope.
Yes, that had to be it.
They were top-tier experts. There was no way they’d fail.
"Tell them to keep working on it! I’ll buy more time. If they need money, name the price—just fix it without damaging the game!" Lin Chang urged.
"Chairman..." The tech manager trembled. "They... they’ve already boarded their flight. They said the virus is unsolvable—not just by them, but by anyone except its creator."
"They advised us not to waste more money."
"Useless! All of them, useless!" Lin Chang slammed his fists on the desk, sending files flying.
The tech manager gulped at the sight.
The chairman had truly lost it.
But who could blame him?
As the manager left, one thought crossed his mind:
It was time to update his resume.
Starlight Group wouldn’t last much longer.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.
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.”
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?"
