Great O City.
This is the most unique place in all of Dragon Country—the only place where gambling is legally permitted. A paradise for countless people, yet also a hell for just as many.
Right in the center of the casino stands a golden tree, crafted entirely of pure gold, rumored to be a wealth-attracting talisman.
It seems to align with some feng shui arrangement.
The richer people are, the more they believe in such things.
The casino spans a vast area, equipped with all kinds of facilities, nearly everything one could find in the market available here. As long as you have money, anything you desire can be yours.
The Gambling King has many heirs, and his youngest daughter has just turned twenty.
As the youngest child, the family's doting and favoritism go without saying—even plucking a star from the sky wouldn’t be a problem.
And now, this beloved youngest daughter of the family lay sprawled on a large bed, her cheeks flushed red, looking utterly defeated.
A petite figure, pink hair, an unremarkable childlike frame…
Her large eyes were already misted over, a tiny trail of snot dripping down.
With a pitiful expression, she stared at the phone in front of her.
Black screen again. A full minute of respawn time—this was her 23rd death in this single match.
And the game had only been going for less than twenty minutes. In other words, she was either dying or on her way to dying.
Sniffling, she resumed controlling the little "braised egg" character that had just respawned at the fountain.
This time, she sold all her equipment to buy a revival armor and a life-saving dagger, all for the sake of surviving. Her tiny finger trembled as it hovered over the Flash skill, shaking from sheer tension.
The pink-haired girl’s gaze was locked onto the screen, not daring to slack for even a second.
Suddenly, as she approached a nearby bush, a warning indicator appeared above her head!
Her pupils shrank. Her thumb, poised over Flash, jerked away—
Flash!
But in her panic, instead of flashing into the safety of the tower, she dashed straight into the enemy bush.
The warning signal, which had been fading, instantly maxed out.
Ambush!
A familiar figure appeared before her. Before she could even react, a smooth combo sent her straight back to the grave. The revival armor and dagger only delayed the inevitable—her corpse simply relocated before the screen darkened again.
This death was the final straw.
With a loud wail, the girl burst into tears.
The dangling snot at the tip of her nose finally dropped.
"Waaah! Why?! Why are you doing this to me?!"
"I-I was trying so hard… Waaah—!!"
She cried so hard she could barely breathe. Outside, a maid, startled by the commotion, hurriedly knocked on the door.
"Young Mistress, are you alright?"
"Waaah—!! I-I’m fine… Waaah—!!"
The maid: "…"
The girl’s heartrending sobs echoed from inside. The maid didn’t dare barge in, but leaving her mistress alone wasn’t an option either. Gritting her teeth, she ran off to fetch help.
After crying for a while, the pink-haired girl seemed to calm down slightly. She picked up her phone, ready to fight again.
She hadn’t lost yet. She could still turn this around. She would redeem herself!
Respawn timer—zero!
The screen lit up again, only for another massive warning signal to appear above her head.
She froze, then desperately tried to retreat into the fountain, wishing she could burrow into its depths. But no matter how pitifully she begged, the enemy showed no mercy.
Spawn-camping!
The moment the warning signal maxed out, the familiar sound effects played—mark, stab, another seamless combo. Her little "braised egg" was erased from existence.
Her screen had barely lit up for three seconds before going dark again.
Boom!
The moment her character died, her team’s Nexus exploded—along with her sanity.
Like a lifeless doll, she mechanically tapped through the defeat screen, entering the stats page.
[0-25-2]
That glaring scoreline stared back at her. The girl gaped at it, utterly dumbfounded.
Quietly, she curled into a ball on the bed, hugging her knees, as if her soul had left her body.
She had been beaten into a daze.
Ding.
A game notification chimed, snapping her back to attention.
[Player "No. 1 Raider Grandpa Bull from Flip-Flop Garden" wants to add you as a friend!]
Opening the friend request, she saw the attached message:
"No. 1 Raider Grandpa Bull from Flip-Flop Garden: If you suck, practice more. If you can’t handle losing, don’t play. The past is the past, crab pincers are crab pincers…"
A spark finally returned to her vacant eyes.
This sounded familiar… Wait, wasn’t this the support from the last match?!
She hurriedly checked the match history—sure enough, this guy, the one who had killed her thirty times, was the same jerk who had ruined her game!
"JERK!!"
"BIG JERK!!"
"SUPER MEGA JERK!!"
Her soft, squeaky voice screeched in fury, startling the woman who had just arrived outside the door.
"Tongtong, are you okay? Can Mom come in?"
"AAAHHH—!! JERK!!!"
The woman: "…"
Unable to bear the distressing noises any longer, the woman threw caution to the wind and forced the door open.
What she saw left her speechless.
There, the pink-haired, child-sized girl sat with disheveled hair, tear-streaked cheeks, snot dripping—and most shockingly, her phone clamped between her teeth.
Yes, in her rage, she had resorted to physical violence.
Or rather, she had redirected all her fury onto her phone, as if gnawing on it could somehow ease her hatred.
This undignified display was abruptly witnessed by her mother and the maids. The girl’s brain short-circuited, and the phone fell from her mouth with a clatter.
As it hit the floor, it accidentally played a voice message from Ye Cheng:
"If you suck, practice more. If you can’t handle losing, don’t play. The past is the past, crab pincers are crab pincers…"
The mocking tone was dripping with sarcasm, the verbal equivalent of a critical hit.
Overwhelmed by fury, the girl’s face turned beet red. Her legs stiffened, her eyes rolled back—and she fainted on the spot.
She had been angered into unconsciousness.
"Tongtong! Quick, someone help!!" The woman’s panicked screams echoed through the villa.
Meanwhile.
Great Sea City, Great Sea City Noble Academy, Boys’ Dormitory, Room 502.
It's worth noting that the numbers on the door had been altered, with clear signs of movement between the three digits.
The previous room number was 249, and the next one was 251.
"Whew, what an exhilarating match! That was satisfying—time to sleep!"
Ye Cheng turned off his phone, tossed it aside, and closed his eyes to drift off.
Late at night, faint murmurs of Ye Cheng's sleep-talking could be heard from the room...
"Trash talkers should practice more..."
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.
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
