When mentioning Lin Xuan, the president of Yundu University couldn't help but feel a tinge of envy.
Lin Xuan was simply too remarkable—running a company, excelling as a computer expert, and becoming a nationally renowned figure. He had single-handedly elevated the reputation of Qinghua University. Now, seeing Qinghua's booming admissions, the Yundu University president couldn't help but seethe with jealousy.
He had once considered Lin Li a prized gem, but compared to Lin Xuan, Lin Li was nothing.
History only remembers the first place.
Lin Xuan and Lin Li were in the same graduating class, and Lin Li was destined to be overshadowed by Lin Xuan, never able to rise above him.
"Coaches, why are you asking about Lin Xuan?" Principal Li asked, his face full of confusion.
Moreover, he had a gut feeling that the two coaches were grinning with less-than-honorable intentions.
"Principal Li, you know as well as I do that due to our natural physical limitations, we Chinese can't compete with Black or White athletes in sprinting," said the track and field coach, his eyes fixed on Lin Xuan. "But Lin Xuan's speed just now was absolutely astonishing."
"If he could maintain that pace over a hundred meters, he would undoubtedly shatter the world record."
And not just by a small margin—by a landslide.
"With Lin Xuan on our team, we wouldn’t have to fear losing in international competitions anymore. If he joined us, he’d shine brilliantly," the track coach said excitedly.
"Principal Li," the national high jump coach chimed in, his voice brimming with excitement, "I want Lin Xuan for our high jump team. The height he just cleared was unbelievable—I’ve never seen anyone jump that high before."
Hearing their words, the Yundu University president grew even more envious of Qinghua.
Lin Xuan was just too versatile.
Any one of his talents could easily secure an Olympic gold medal.
"Old Liu," the track coach said warily, eyeing his friend, "Are you trying to steal this prodigy from me?"
The high jump coach chuckled. "A talent like this is something everyone would fight for. So yes, I’m competing with you for Lin Xuan."
"Old Liu, you know our track team hasn’t even made it to the top three in any event. We desperately need Lin Xuan," the track coach argued, trying to persuade his friend to back off.
"Old Chen, my team hasn’t made it to the podium either. We need someone like him just as much," the high jump coach retorted, refusing to yield.
The two argued heatedly, their faces flushed.
"Fine!" the track coach gritted his teeth. "Old Liu, if you insist on fighting me for him, then let’s settle this fairly—we’ll each make our case, and Lin Xuan can decide."
Track and field had multiple events Lin Xuan could dominate, allowing him to sweep multiple gold medals—something the high jump team couldn’t match.
But the high jump coach was equally confident in luring Lin Xuan to his team.
He had one advantage: money. Lots of it.
"Coaches, I’m not Lin Xuan’s principal. You’ll have to discuss this with him directly," Principal Li suggested.
"Fine."
Both coaches nodded.
Their thoughts aligned—no matter what, they had to recruit Lin Xuan, train him rigorously, and then send him to dominate international competitions.
On the basketball court, Lin Xuan assisted Qinghua’s team in scoring one basket after another.
By halftime, Yundu University hadn’t scored a single point.
The referee blew the whistle again.
"Halftime break."
The Yundu University players slumped in defeat.
What kind of monster was Lin Xuan?
They couldn’t steal the ball from him, and even if they managed to get it from another Qinghua player, Lin Xuan would effortlessly intercept it or block their shots with pinpoint accuracy.
Damn it.
With a freak like Lin Xuan on the court, how were they supposed to score against Qinghua?
"Let’s just go through the motions in the second half. There’s no way we can win—hell, we won’t even score a single point. Why bother trying?"
"I agree. Lin Xuan is just too OP. Competing against him is just asking for humiliation."
Lin Li, overhearing their conversation, snapped, "Giving up already? How do you know we can’t win if you don’t even try?"
"Pull yourselves together! In the second half, I want you all to go all out!"
"Win?" The players scoffed. "Lin Li, tell us—how exactly are we supposed to win?"
Now that Starlight Group had gone bankrupt, they no longer had to humor Lin Li.
"Lin Li, don’t act all high and mighty with us. Before, we only put up with you because of your family’s company. But now that Starlight Group is bankrupt, you’re nothing to us."
One Yundu player stepped forward, poking Lin Li’s chest with a finger and sneering, "Know your place, Lin the Eunuch. Got it?"
"Pfft—"
Both Yundu and Qinghua players burst into laughter at the nickname "Lin the Eunuch."
Lin Li’s face darkened with rage.
Fine. Just fine.
These same people used to swarm around him, sucking up to him. Now that Starlight Group had collapsed, they couldn’t wait to kick him while he was down.
Heh.
Soon. Very soon.
The Jiang Family’s recognition banquet was approaching.
Once the upper-class circles learned that he, Lin Li, was the Jiang Family’s long-lost grandson, these very people would come crawling back, begging for his favor.
Just wait and see.
They’d regret treating him like this.
As Lin Xuan passed by Lin Li, he paused briefly. Raising an eyebrow, he said, "Lin Li, do your best. Don’t end up getting shut out again like last time."
With that, he walked away, a faint smile on his lips.
The moment Lin Xuan sat on the bench, several bold female students from Yundu University approached.
They stood about a meter away, their hearts pounding as they gazed at him.
Up close, Lin Xuan was even more strikingly handsome than he’d appeared from the stands.
Their cheeks flushed, their voices trembling like lovestruck schoolgirls.
"Lin Xuan, you must be thirsty. I bought you a cold drink—it’s really refreshing!"
"Lin Xuan, soda isn’t healthy. Here, have some chilled mineral water instead."
"Lin Xuan, you’re sweating so much! I brought a towel—let me help you wipe it off!"
"Lin Xuan..."
They tried to move closer, but Qinghua’s players immediately formed a protective circle around him, blocking the Yundu girls.
No way!
Lin Xuan belonged to Boss Su. They couldn’t let these outsiders get near him—especially not Yundu students.
Qinghua and Yundu had always been fierce rivals. Lin Xuan was Qinghua’s golden boy, their pride and joy.
Letting Yundu girls cozy up to him? Over their dead bodies.
They had to fend off these distractions for Boss Su’s sake.

m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!

rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!

young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."

e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.