At Great Sea City Noble Academy, the playground at night presents a completely different scene.
The area is filled with attractive young men and women engaged in various activities—some meaningful, others less so. Take Ye Cheng, for instance, who’s currently clutching his underwear while desperately pleading with the girl to let go.
"Hey, sis, I’m begging you here. I’m just a broke loser—seriously, I’ve got no money. Look."
With that, Ye Cheng hurriedly turned out his pant pockets and even the inner pockets of his jacket, revealing nothing but emptiness.
His pockets were cleaner than his face.
Just to drive the point home, he even pulled out his phone and proudly "flaunted" his meager balance of one yuan and eighty cents.
"See? One-eighty. That’s even my meal money for tomorrow. If you want it, I can transfer it to you right now, okay?"
Ye Cheng tried his best to persuade the girl to find someone else to scam.
But the girl seemed deaf to his pleas, unmoved as she clung tightly to his leg, refusing to let him leave.
Thankfully, Ye Cheng had the habit of wearing a belt, or else his underwear would’ve already been yanked off by this girl who was clearly trying to frame him. Was this the distortion of human nature or the collapse of morality?
"I don’t want your money… I just need you to take me to the infirmary."
"What? You don’t want money? Why didn’t you say so earlier?"
Ye Cheng let out a sigh of relief, wiping the cold sweat from his forehead.
The playground had no surveillance cameras, and many spots were shrouded in darkness, making it hard to even see someone’s face unless you were extremely close.
Ye Cheng and the girl were currently in one of those dimly lit gaps between two streetlights.
All he could make out was that the girl was injured—details beyond that were unclear.
Money was a touchy subject, but as long as it wasn’t involved, Ye Cheng considered himself quite reasonable.
He crouched down and gestured for her to climb onto his back.
"Hop on. I’ll take you to the infirmary. But let’s get one thing straight—I’ve got no cash, so you’re paying for whatever treatment you get, got it?"
Still wary of being scammed, Ye Cheng made sure to recite his disclaimer upfront.
What else could he do?
These days, society was in decline, and people’s hearts were no longer pure. Even helping an old lady cross the street depended on how fat your wallet was.
If you dared to ride up on a scooter to assist an elderly person, they’d kindly stand up and tell you to get lost—poor folks shouldn’t interfere with their business.
Only a BMW had the potential to catch their eye. Models from the 5 Series and up worked like a charm, sometimes even triggering a critical hit—double the compensation.
Of course, there was an art to these scams. Luxury SUVs like the Range Rover? The moment one appeared, the "frail" old-timers lying on the road would suddenly regain their youth, springing up with the energy of an 18-year-old.
They’d scurry away like scared grandchildren, waiting for the next unlucky victim.
People who drove Range Rovers were usually local tough guys—who’d dare mess with them?
Try extorting them, and you’d end up as dog food.
As for Ye Cheng? He was the hidden edition. After checking his balance, the elderly might even kindly invite him to lie down and join their scam for a quick buck.
His poverty was legendary.
For Ye Cheng, reciting these "disclaimers" had become as natural as eating or sleeping.
Even when he picked up the shoes that Young Miss Dongfang had "discarded," he made sure to recite one into his phone. What was reputation?
This was reputation, damn it!
The girl nodded eagerly, as if afraid Ye Cheng might change his mind.
"I have money. I have plenty now," she said firmly.
Her words sounded like they were meant for herself as much as for Ye Cheng.
Back then, she’d been so poor—every meal was a struggle. She’d been too naive, too weak, always losing out when it came to food. But there’d always been someone who tricked her into eating more.
She never saw it as something underhanded.
Even now, when Ye Cheng’s first instinct after bumping into her was to run, she didn’t blame him.
She knew—this was what desperation did to people. When you were poor, dignity was a luxury. If you couldn’t even guarantee your own survival, what use was dignity?
Could dignity fill your stomach?
Over the years, she’d resented her father countless times for his heartless decisions.
But as she grew older and wiser, she began to understand his circumstances back then.
Her situation now was eerily similar to her father’s all those years ago.
Tears were useless. What she needed wasn’t to cry—it was to make those who bullied and looked down on her weep instead.
Resting on Ye Cheng’s back, she soaked in the familiar scent and warmth radiating from him.
Unnoticed, she inhaled deeply, her eyes glinting with greed and delight.
Yes, this was it—the scent of her brother. So intoxicating… she wanted to devour him. Her red lips curled as she licked them hungrily.
The pain in her hand faded into the background. Compared to the joy of being this close to Ye Cheng, it was nothing.
The delicate girl clung softly to Ye Cheng’s back.
In just the first few days of the semester, this was already the third woman he’d carried—first the scheming young miss, then the student council president…
The girl’s softness pressed against him, and Ye Cheng couldn’t help but compare.
Hmm… maybe the president first, then this girl, then the scheming miss?
Or was it the president, the scheming miss, then this girl?
The president might’ve been a bit of a handful, but in other aspects, she was top-tier.
It was hard to find anyone who could rival the scheming miss—Ye Cheng’s nickname for her was "Doraemon."
Ah, my poor scheming miss… I wonder if she’ll ever get a chance at a comeback.
Lost in thought, Ye Cheng shook his head vigorously. The girl on his back found it odd but didn’t dwell on it, instead pressing herself down against him with a bit more force.
"What’s poking me?" Ye Cheng muttered absentmindedly.
The girl: "…"
Her expression stiffened, her earlier smile vanishing as her cheeks puffed up like a hamster stuffing its face with food.
So annoying.
She’d worked so hard to grow!
Hmph.
Brother was a tactless idiot.
Then, as if struck by a thought, her lips curled again, and she rested her head on Ye Cheng’s shoulder, nuzzling her face against his sturdy back.
A gentle rub.
Brother… I’ve missed you so much…
So, so much…
Soon, Ye Cheng arrived at the school infirmary with the girl still on his back. The familiar figure, the same posture—it was the same doctor who’d treated Shen Qinghan last time.
Doctor Tang was engrossed in a cheesy romance drama, munching on a freshly made salad with great relish.
There was no hint of noticing someone had entered the room.
"Doctor?" Ye Cheng called out tentatively.
"Alright, alright, stop shouting."
Doctor Tang, clad in black hot pants with her long legs crossed impatiently, set down her salad and paused the tablet in front of her.
She swiveled her chair around to face the two, pausing briefly when her eyes landed on Ye Cheng.
"You again?"
Then, as if recalling something, she peered behind Ye Cheng.
"Tsk, you’ve got some skills, kid. Switched to another one in just a few days."
Ye Cheng: "..."
The girl nestled against Ye Cheng’s back, basking in his warmth, immediately stiffened at those words, her gaze turning icy.
So… there were other women?
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.”
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
