Parking lot.
A white Mercedes-Benz slowly pulled out of a disabled parking spot.
Thump.
The car seemed to hit something and jolted, but it didn't stop. Instead, it reversed a bit, gathered momentum, and struck again!
"Wait, that's not right. Shouldn't you get out and check what you hit?" Ye Cheng stared in shock at Tang Yuyao, who was still reversing and running over the spot repeatedly.
Tang Yuyao was momentarily stunned: "Huh? Is that necessary? Isn't just driving over it enough? I thought it was a speed bump..."
Ye Cheng: "???"
What the hell kind of speed bump!
Ye Cheng could see it now—Tang Yuyao was a bona fide road menace. Her driving fast earlier wasn't due to confidence in her skills; she simply had no concept of speed, driving as fast as she felt like.
"What's with that look on your face? Don't you trust me? I've been driving for so many years and never had any major accidents!"
Seeing Ye Cheng's expression of utter distrust, Tang Yuyao felt annoyed and began boasting about her years of driving experience and excellent track record.
At first glance, her words seemed fine, but upon closer thought, something felt off. No major accidents—what about minor ones?
And how big does an accident have to be to count as "major"?
In moments showcasing the "charm of language," Ye Cheng became exceptionally alert. He often used such "charm" on others himself, so he was particularly wary of similar tactics.
Ye Cheng tentatively asked, "Um, what exactly counts as a major accident in your book, Dr. Tang?"
Surprisingly, the question actually stumped Tang Yuyao. She fell silent for a moment, seemingly pondering, her delicate eyebrows furrowed. Then, inspiration struck!
"I've never killed anyone!" Tang Yuyao's tone carried a strange sense of pride.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silently, Ye Cheng placed his hand on the car door handle, ready to get out... He pulled. Click!
Huh?
Why won't it open?
A giant question mark appeared over Ye Cheng's head. He kept pulling the handle, desperate to exit the vehicle. A cold chuckle came from beside him.
"Oi, kid!"
"You weren't thinking of getting out, were you?"
Tang Yuyao wore an unnervingly "gentle" smile. As she spoke, one hand already rested on Ye Cheng's shoulder, gripping him tightly to prevent any escape. Ye Cheng's heart sank, and he immediately sat up straight, beginning to concoct an excuse.
"Of course not! I just wanted to see what we hit. It wouldn't be good if we ran over some flowers, plants, or a little cat or dog, right?"
As he spoke, Ye Cheng blinked his "big, captivating eyes," his face a picture of "innocence" and harmlessness. He was still so young—he didn't want to die!
Tang Yuyao's face still wore that "understanding" smile: "Oh? Is that so? I didn't realize you were such a caring person, kid."
Ye Cheng nodded vigorously: "Yes! My parents taught me from a young age to be polite and caring!"
"But I remember you said your parents died when you were little?" Tang Yuyao raised an eyebrow.
Ye Cheng's expression didn't change: "I have a good memory. I remember all their advice from before they died. Is there a problem with that?"
Tang Yuyao: "..."
It seemed... there really wasn't a problem. But seeing Ye Cheng's "slippery" attitude, Tang Yuyao felt inexplicably irritated. Other matters were one thing, but joking about his own parents' death...
Thump!
Tang Yuyao clenched her fist and gave Ye Cheng a solid knock on the head. Ye Cheng was struck so hard he went completely stiff, eyes closed, legs straight—his life practically flashed before his eyes.
Beside him came Tang Yuyao's muttering, lecturing voice as she continued to reverse the car, occasionally sticking her head out to check behind.
"You really dare say anything, kid. If your parents knew, they'd probably beat you to death!"
Bang! Bang! Bang!
Tang Yuyao kept maneuvering her car back and forth, bumping into something. After a good while, she still hadn't managed to get out. Only then did she realize something really wasn't right—she must have actually hit something, and it was now stuck under her car?
"What is this thing?"
Tang Yuyao turned on the rearview camera, only to see a dark, blurry mass, as if blocked by something. She couldn't make it out.
"Huh?"
A click sounded. The car locks vibrated and made a noise. Ye Cheng, who had been lying stiff in the passenger seat, instantly revived at full health. His eyes snapped open, the corners of his mouth curling up wildly as he transformed once more into the Crooked-Smile Dragon King!
The hour of the hunt had awakened! Years of lying in wait were for this very moment—the fierce assault!
Click!
Excited, Ye Cheng pulled the door handle, only to find... it still wouldn't open. Ye Cheng was dumbfounded. A soft, eerie voice drifted over from beside him.
"Finally fell for it, huh? You're quite the actor, kid. I pressed the button twice, alright—but both times were to lock the doors..."
Ye Cheng: "???"
Entrapment?
One minute later, Ye Cheng and Tang Yuyao got out of the car to inspect what was blocking it and preventing them from leaving. It's worth mentioning that Tang Yuyao had confiscated Ye Cheng's phone.
This was to prevent Ye Cheng from making a run for it the moment he got out. Tang Yuyao knew she definitely couldn't catch him if he ran. Well, there was one way she could catch him, but the risk factor was a bit high.
Chasing Ye Cheng in the car would be fast, but the downside was obvious—one careless move, and she'd be sending Ye Cheng to another world to become a hero.
It's also worth mentioning that a faint teeth mark now adorned Ye Cheng's head.
This time wasn't like the previous bites, which were inflicted with great force when Tang Yuyao lost her cool. This one seemed more like simple venting of frustration because Ye Cheng had been dishonest and tried to escape.
She was a veteran driver of so many years, and Ye Cheng actually didn't trust her?
She'd never killed anyone in all her years of driving—wasn't that proof enough of her superb driving skills? Wasn't that enough to show she was an experienced, seasoned driver?
Damn clueless kid!
Hmph!
Angrily, Tang Yuyao stomped her silver high-heeled sandals, arms crossed over her chest, and marched with loud clicks toward the rear of her car.
"What are you doing, kid? What is this thing? Why is it so flat?" Tang Yuyao saw Ye Cheng squatting on the ground and was puzzled. Then she noticed a flat object in front of him—it looked like a piece of sheet metal, with some small cylindrical metal bits sticking out.
To be more precise, it was the thing stuck under her car... Sheet metal? Cylinders?
A question mark appeared over Tang Yuyao's head. Ye Cheng didn't rush to answer her question. Instead, he reached under the car, feeling around for something. It seemed... he had figured out what it was.
Then, under Tang Yuyao's astonished gaze, Ye Cheng directly lifted the car, used his foot to pry out the small metal "puzzle piece" that was crushed underneath, placed it to the side, and then smoothly set the car back down.
Ye Cheng began to demonstrate the divine skill of a wild genius: super assembly!
In less than a minute, Ye Cheng pieced together the large pile of metal "puzzle pieces" before him, and finally, a battle-damaged version of a "wheelchair" appeared. Tang Yuyao stood by, utterly dumbfounded.
Wait... what, what did she just see? This guy lifted the car by himself?
Lifted it???
Is that even right?!
Even if her car was relatively light, it was still a car, definitely weighing one or two tons. Even if Ye Cheng didn't lift the entire car, only the rear part, this still didn't seem like something a normal human could do, right?
Could this guy really not be human?
Such immense strength!
Then in the future, that thing... would be too...
Tang Yuyao was still reeling from the shock of the terrifying power Ye Cheng had just displayed, her red lips slightly parted, her face filled with disbelief, while Ye Cheng was still over there studying his own creation of "super assembly."
Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin. "So after all that, I have to assemble it myself..."
He looked at the "battle-damaged" wheelchair he had pieced together using super assembly, then glanced at the already scratched rear bumper of Tang Yuyao's car, and fell into silence.
So, they had just hit this thing?
And then... it went from three-dimensional to flat, from 3D to 2D?
The kid might be a bit foolish, but the kid is strong... probably referring to someone like Tang Yuyao.
In summary, kid, you're invincible.
Ye Cheng raised his head and glanced around. They seemed to be right in a blind spot for surveillance cameras, hmm... perfect.
"Let's go quickly, Dr. Tang! I've checked, there are no cameras around here!" Five-star citizen Mr. Frank indicated that Ye Cheng showed great promise and gave a thumbs-up for his actions.
Hearing Ye Cheng's voice, Tang Yuyao snapped back to reality. She first looked at Ye Cheng, then at the "battle-damaged" wheelchair he had assembled.
Smack!
Tang Yuyao placed both hands on Ye Cheng's face and began to knead, pull, and occasionally poke at it.
Ye Cheng: "???"
"What are you doing, old thing?" Ye Cheng looked at the inexplicably crazy Tang Yuyao with a helpless expression.
"Speak! What is your purpose for coming to Earth?!!" Tang Yuyao pulled at Ye Cheng's cheeks with both hands, her expression serious.
Ye Cheng: "..."
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."
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.”
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
