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: "…"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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.
