In the office.
Morning Glory swayed her hips and sat on Meng Bo's lap. "President," she said, her eyes red as if she had been crying.
"Baby, what's wrong? You're so clingy as soon as I return," Meng Bo said, his hands wandering suggestively over her chest and waist.
"I was wronged, and I want you to stand up for me," Morning Glory pouted.
"Oh? Who dared to wrong my little darling? They must have a death wish," Meng Bo chuckled, pinching Morning Glory's hand playfully.
"It's a novelist named Xuan. I thought of bringing him under my wing. He's very talented, and I wanted to personally nurture him. It was for his own good, but he refused, cursed me, called me shameless and ugly, and then blocked me. I got so angry that I deleted him too, and now I can't find the chat records," Morning Glory complained tearfully.
"Xuan? The male author who's been a huge hit in the male genre?" Meng Bo frowned.
"Yes, that's him. President, you don't know this, but Xuan is under Foxtail's management. Foxtail has always had it out for me. This time, it might even be Foxtail's doing. Xuan is taking advantage of his success, thinking the company won't do anything to him, and he insulted me," Morning Glory said, tears streaming down her face.
"Baby, don't cry. I'll make sure you get your revenge," Meng Bo said tenderly, wiping her tears.
"You always say that, but it's been a year, and Foxtail still struts around in front of me like he owns the place," Morning Glory turned her face away, slipping off Meng Bo's lap. "You prioritize the company over me, and that's understandable. After all, I'm not as important as the company. President, I'll head back to my office now."
Meng Bo wasn't about to let Morning Glory leave so easily. She was the most beautiful and well-proportioned woman in the entire company, and she was quite adventurous in bed.
Moreover, she had just gotten married. The thought of playing around with another man's newlywed wife was thrilling.
Meng Bo grabbed Morning Glory's hand and pulled her back into his arms. "It's simple. I'll assign him to you directly and fire Foxtail. How does that sound?"
Temporarily switching editors required the author's consent, but practically no author would dare to refuse the website's arrangement. They depended on the website for their livelihood, and no one would dare say no. Xuan wouldn't be an exception.
As for Foxtail, he was just an ordinary editor. There were plenty of people lining up to join their Feiyue website; losing him wouldn't make a difference.
"Really?" Morning Glory's eyes lit up. "Thank you, President!"
"Baby, I've missed you so much. Come here, let me kiss you," Meng Bo said eagerly, leaning in.
"President~" Morning Glory coquettishly pushed against Meng Bo's chest, pretending to resist but ultimately giving in.
Soon, the office was filled with ambiguous sounds.
Half an hour later, Morning Glory emerged from the office with a smug expression. She walked over to Foxtail's desk.
"Winning temporarily doesn't mean winning forever. Some people shouldn't get too cocky. What's mine will always be mine, and no one can take it away," she said triumphantly before returning to her own desk.
Foxtail frowned. What did Morning Glory mean by that?
Was it about Xuan?
Not long after, Foxtail was summoned to the HR department.
"Foxtail, pack your things and leave the company. The company will compensate you with a year's salary," the HR representative said.
Foxtail's face immediately darkened. Sure enough, the company no longer had a place for him—or more accurately, Morning Glory didn't.
Perhaps it was for the best. He wouldn't have to put up with others' attitudes anymore. He had had enough!
"What about Xuan? How will he be assigned?" Foxtail asked.
"I heard from the president that he's being assigned to Morning Glory," the HR staff replied, feeling a bit sorry for Foxtail. He had worked hard to sign a breakout author, only to have it handed over to someone else—and now he was being fired.
Just as he thought!
Foxtail's brows furrowed with concern.
He contacted Lin Xuan. 【I've been fired, bro. The company is assigning you to Morning Glory. You don't plan to keep writing for Feiyue, do you? If you do, she won't give you any favors.】
He could already predict Morning Glory's actions. She wouldn't give Lin Xuan's novels good recommendations and would scrutinize them for violations, taking them down at the slightest issue. Most novels couldn't withstand such microscopic scrutiny.
Lin Xuan quickly replied.
【That works perfectly for me. If they hadn't assigned me to her, I would've been disappointed.】 Without a doubt, there would be further moves.
He planned to blow this up, which would give his new novel website a lot of publicity.
Foxtail: ???
Huh? Disappointed?
Foxtail frowned. Given Xuan's personality, why would he willingly go under Morning Glory?
As he pondered, Lin Xuan sent another message. 【I'm about to start a novel website. Interested in joining as an editor?】
Foxtail: 【!!!!】
So the reason he wasn't continuing with Feiyue was that he was starting his own website.
Foxtail quickly replied, 【I'm in!】
Even if the website didn't take off, he didn't mind. Xuan had already earned him tens of thousands in commissions.
【Bro, before launching the website, you'll need to gather a lot of novels to fill the library,】 Foxtail kindly reminded.
Lin Xuan: 【Already done. I've written over twenty novels, and I'll keep writing more.】
Foxtail: 【!!!!】
【You wrote them all yourself?】 Foxtail gulped.
Lin Xuan: 【Yeah, I've been writing for years. I prepared them all to be released together.】 Lin Xuan didn't mention that he had written them all in just a few days—that would sound too unbelievable.
Of course, it was all thanks to his space.
Foxtail: 【Bro, I'm sticking with you!】
With over twenty novels written by Xuan, each one was guaranteed to be a hit! Xuan's website would skyrocket in no time!
Tsk tsk tsk, Feiyue was about to face a formidable competitor.
Lin Xuan soon received the news about being assigned to Morning Glory.
The editor-in-chief messaged him and forwarded Morning Glory's QQ contact.
Editor-in-Chief: 【Add Morning Glory. She'll be managing you from now on.】
Lin Xuan: 【I don't think much of her.】
The editor-in-chief frowned and kindly reminded him: 【This is the company's decision. If you refuse, it might affect you and your novels.】
Lin Xuan: 【Whatever.】
The best outcome would be if they took his novels down. His goal was to have Feiyue provide free publicity for his new website.
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?"
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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.”
