Hotel Front Desk.
"Hello, could I book two rooms, please?"
Ye Cheng leaned over the counter, his posture awkward.
"I'm sorry, sir. The hotel is fully booked. There are no available rooms. You might want to try elsewhere," the receptionist apologized, giving Ye Cheng a sympathetic look.
Beside him, Shen Qinghan stood quietly, her expression calm, but the chilling aura around her grew even colder.
It had been nearly half an hour, and it was already past midnight. Yet, they still hadn’t found a place to stay.
This was Great Sea City.
The most economically powerful city in the entire Dragon Nation.
The area where Ye Cheng and Shen Qinghan were standing was the most bustling district in Great Sea City. Hotel rooms here started at four digits—and that was for the most basic accommodations.
Slightly better ones cost five digits, and some even reached six.
Yet, despite these staggering prices, the hotels were packed.
No vacancies whatsoever.
In the past half hour, Ye Cheng had practically walked the entire length of the Bund.
It wasn’t that they hadn’t found any place to stay—just none that met Shen Qinghan’s standards. She refused to settle for anything less than a five-star hotel. Four stars were her absolute limit. No further compromises.
It was driving Ye Cheng insane.
He was tempted to just dump this picky young mistress on the street and sleep right there on the spot.
But the thought of waking up the next morning with a sack over his head and concrete blocks tied to his feet—before being tossed into the Huangpu River—made him quickly reconsider.
The young mistress was his closest comrade!
Betraying her was out of the question!
After his usual routine of disclaimers and reassurances, Ye Cheng prepared to leave with the murderous-looking Shen Qinghan in tow.
[Host, please wait ten minutes for the couple checking out to appear. Spend an unforgettable night with the yakuza princess in their room!]
[Mission Reward: Hint Vouchers x3]
Ye Cheng froze.
His damn system could be used like this?
Predicting the future?
So far, this system had screwed him over plenty of times, but it had never outright lied. Everything it said was true—whether he could actually get the rewards depended on his own skills.
Still, he was curious—what were these "hint vouchers"?
"Young Mistress, let’s rest over there for a bit. Maybe someone will check out soon?"
Ye Cheng led the ice-cold, homicidal Shen Qinghan to a nearby sofa.
They waited silently for fate to intervene.
Less than thirty seconds later, a couple walked into the hotel, arms wrapped around each other.
"Baby, I missed you so much! Tonight, I’m gonna wreck you!"
"Pfft, as if you could handle me!"
The couple passed right by Ye Cheng.
He raised an eyebrow.
…Were these the ones?
The couple disappeared down the hallway, still bantering. Beside him, Shen Qinghan’s voice cut through the air like a blade.
"Do you enjoy staring at strangers that much?"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Silently, he averted his gaze.
Seven or eight minutes later, the couple’s voices echoed through the lobby again—only this time, their sweet nothings had turned into an argument.
"Baby, my sweet baby, give me another chance! I was just off my game today, a little weak—"
The woman stormed off in her high heels, leaving the man scrambling after her.
"Baby, slow down! Wait for me!"
Seeing the man about to leave, Ye Cheng sprang up from the sofa and intercepted him.
"What the hell do you want?!" The man glared at him. "I’ll beat the crap outta you!"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Since when did the "Hammer King of the Northwest" come to Great Sea City?
Clearing his throat, Ye Cheng put on his most diplomatic tone. "Ahem, handsome, you’re checking out, right?"
Before the man could answer, Ye Cheng pressed on.
"Look, no one’s money grows on trees. How about passing the room on to someone who really needs it?"
The man glanced around. "I don’t see anyone who needs help?"
Ye Cheng: "…"
If you’re not using those eyes, donate them, thanks.
Suppressing his irritation, Ye Cheng continued, "What I mean is—I’m the one who needs help. My girlfriend and I are in a bit of a… urgent situation. You know how it is. We’ll pay full price, no discounts."
After some convincing, the man finally relented.
"Don’t mess with me, or I’ll beat you to a pulp!"
"Of course, of course. See my girlfriend over there? Gorgeous, right? Wanna know how I landed her?"
Ye Cheng wiggled his eyebrows suggestively, leaving the implication hanging.
The man frowned. "How?"
Ye Cheng: "…"
What kind of idiot ruins his own setup?!
Barely restraining the urge to strangle him, Ye Cheng spent the next three minutes "explaining" in excruciating detail.
Finally, the man’s eyes lit up, his lips curling into a grin.
"Don’t mess with me, or I’ll really beat you up!"
I’m about to beat YOU up right now!
Ye Cheng forced a smile. "Naturally. If it doesn’t work, you can hunt me down and beat me senseless!"
At last, the man agreed. Ye Cheng excitedly waved at Shen Qinghan, who was still sitting on the sofa.
"Done! (hand gestures)"
This time, she understood—universal sign language: OK!
A few minutes later…
Hotel hallway.
Beep!
The crisp sound of a keycard echoed through the corridor as Ye Cheng carried the icy-faced yakuza princess into the room.
The moment they stepped inside, Ye Cheng was stunned.
This was a five-digit-a-night room?
Damn, impressive!
Luxurious decor, high-end furnishings, and… wait, was that a—
Hold on. Did something weird just catch his eye?
He took a closer look.
Holy crap, is that a giant rolling pin?! And why does that little square by the entrance look exactly like the disposable gloves in his pocket?!
Ye Cheng was speechless. Behind him, Shen Qinghan wasn’t faring much better, staring blankly at the "welcome gifts" laid out for them.
Click.
Ye Cheng accidentally bumped into a switch.
The bright lights instantly shifted to a sultry pink, accompanied by a slow, seductive melody that made their blood run hot.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Shen Qinghan: "…"
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!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
