Dongfang Family Villa.
As the first rays of sunlight streamed in through the window and fell upon her, Dongfang Zhixia awoke from her slumber, still half-asleep and feeling a bit stuffy.
She opened her eyes to see a huge lump of... dummy.
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
She was being held by her little secretary like a small cake, with a goofy look on her face, drool nearly dripping from the corner of her mouth—who knows what she was dreaming about again.
"Hey..."
Dongfang Zhixia sighed, carefully and quietly climbing out of bed.
It was quite rare that she hadn't had that kind of dream last night, so technically she didn't need to shower. But... every coin has two sides.
She really hadn't had those strange dreams anymore; instead, it had turned into a nightmare. She had been scared awake, and upon closer inspection, a thin sheen of sweat could still be seen on her forehead.
The dream could be summed up in one simple sentence.
Two "eggs" had run away, running off together—one was a dummy, and the other was a jerk...
Dongfang Zhixia: "..."
Even now, she was still shaken. Thinking back to the search history she'd seen on her little secretary's phone last night, with "mistress" and all that popping up... this was no longer a matter of how to control things—it was impossible to control. The question was how to minimize the losses as much as possible.
No wonder she'd had such a nightmare last night.
Sigh...
Ever since that strange beginning, taking a shower every morning had become the first thing Dongfang Zhixia needed to do after waking up.
She picked out a change of clothes and headed toward the bathroom.
Rustle, rustle.
Soon, the sound of water flowed from the bathroom, steam filling the air. Dongfang Zhixia began to recollect and sort through the messy things that had been happening at home lately, trying to find a way to solve the problem.
It seemed there were two paths before her.
First: make it clear to the little secretary that Ye Cheng was hers, and to stop thinking about it. Then... the consequences could be quite severe, especially at this critical juncture, with her just recovering from a serious illness and being brought back from the hospital. Dongfang Zhixia wasn't sure if she might be triggered and relapse again.
Second: keep playing dumb and turn a blind eye, waiting until things were completely out of control before stepping in to discipline.
But this approach had a huge risk: it would speed up the situation spiraling out of control. What could have been contained would become a tangled mess she couldn't untangle if she let it slide.
"Hey..." Dongfang Zhixia sighed again.
She tried to think of a third solution—one that would make everyone happy. What could it be?
For a split second, a strange thought flashed through her mind. The excitement had barely spread before it was swallowed up by the pallor of her face.
"No!"
Dongfang Zhixia's tone was decisive, as if she had been frightened.
She was terrified by the horrible idea that had just popped into her head. She dared not follow that line of thought any further and frantically tried to distract herself by scrubbing.
Meanwhile.
Outside the bathroom, the little secretary, who had been sleeping in bed, was woken up by the president's sudden "No!"
"Wah... Madam..."
The little secretary groped for the blanket beside her, only to grasp at air. She opened her eyes, sat up, and looked at the bed... there was no sign of the madam—only her was there.
"Why does Madam shower every day...?" the little secretary muttered softly to herself.
Having lived together with the president for so many years, they knew each other's habits and routines inside out. Though the little secretary was a bit daft, with nothing much sticking in her head, she was very sure that her madam hadn't had this habit before; she wasn't one to get up early just to shower!
Even after showering at night, she still had to shower again the next morning... Hmm, so strange.
She glanced toward the bathroom, and a sly grin spread across her face. She pulled out her phone to continue yesterday's unfinished questions.
She scrolled through her records... and then kept on asking.
Tap, tap, tap... the crisp sound of typing echoed through the room. A smart-looking smile appeared on the little secretary's face as she continued asking the questions from yesterday.
The questions were becoming clearer and clearer. The little secretary believed that as long as she kept asking, she would eventually get the answers she wanted!
Throughout the entire Five Realms, the little secretary had learned one truth: persistence, persistence, and more goddamn persistence!
As long as she persisted, the answer would come!
Just like when the little secretary had sweated it out on the treadmill, thinking that with enough effort, she would one day succeed in cashing out her allowance. Little did she know... that day would be the day she dropped dead.
She would run until she died and still not be able to cash out. In the end, it was the president who felt sorry for her, couldn't bear to watch anymore, and unleashed "divine judgment" with a sharp elbow to the black-hearted "program designer" Ye Cheng, finally letting the little secretary cash out her allowance.
From this, we can learn one truth...
Persistence is just a toy for the black-hearted—draw a circle for you and say, run to the finish line and you can stop.
Damn, where the hell was the finish line?!
Not even a single carrot was given—only the whip kept lashing!
Damn it!
The little secretary, her eyes full of that clever look, was obviously unaware of this. She was still holding her phone and hammering away with questions: "Why do people hate mistresses?"
"If mistresses aren't hated, does that mean it's okay to become one?"
"How..."
Her questions were getting more and more absurd. At one point, the AI had to think for a full half minute before giving an answer, and as the questions deepened, the thinking time kept getting longer.
The AI was almost burned out.
Suddenly, as she waited for the phone to respond, the little secretary heard some noise from outside the courtyard. She put her phone aside, craned her neck, and looked at the staircase.
Straight ahead.
And then...
Ye Cheng deftly climbed in through the window and locked eyes with the little secretary. "Holy crap, Hamster, are you trying to get yourself killed?! What the hell are you doing up here at this hour?!"
Ye Cheng was so startled he jumped, his legs still feeling weak.
He had meticulously planned such a stealthy infiltration, thinking it was foolproof, but it had been foiled from the very start.
If the president caught him, fine. But if Hamster caught him, how would he ever live this down?
Where would his reputation as the top enforcer of the "Seaside Orphanage" go?
All this anger culminated in one line...
"Hamster, you're fired!" Ye Cheng said with a stern face, putting on his bossy demeanor.
The little secretary heard someone coming from downstairs, blinked to make sure she wasn't seeing things, and then spoke: "But, sir... didn't you already fire me before?"
Ye Cheng: "..."
"Hamster, I see you've got natural talent. How about joining me and becoming my second brave corporal?"
Ye Cheng extended an olive branch to the little secretary. She was stunned for a moment, then got very excited. "Mm-hmm, I want to! I want to!"
“Alright, Hamster, from now on you’re my second-bravest warrior under my command!”
“Yes, sir!”
“Good job, Hamster. Oh right, where were we just now? Ah, yes... Hamster, you’re fired!”
Ye Cheng had gone through quite the roundabout just to circle back to the topic. Since Little Secretary was already fired and couldn’t be fired again, the only way was to let her rejoin his command first—and then fire her.
All that trouble for one petty thrill, like making an entire pot of dumplings just for a dab of vinegar.
Happiness came too fast and left even faster. Before Little Secretary could even react, Ye Cheng had already elbowed both sides of her brain in turn.
Now she was just a clueless hamster, babbling “Ah-ba ah-ba.”
Little Secretary’s gaze went blank, her dazed expression still trying to process the logic and sequence of what Ye Cheng had just said. So, was she in or was she out now?
Ye Cheng shook his head and sighed. “This kid’s hopeless.”
He nimbly climbed back in from outside, then rummaged around the room for something tasty. Eventually, he grabbed an apple from the table, wiped it, and took a big bite.
Crunch!
“Mmm, sour and sweet—enough to make the kid next door cry with envy. Tasty, I love it... munch, munch, munch.”
While chomping on the apple, Ye Cheng searched the room for any sign of the President. After combing through the whole first floor and finding no one, he headed upstairs, feet tapping.
“Hey, Hamster, why can’t I find the President?”
No sooner had the words left his mouth than he realized why—the President was taking a shower in the bathroom.
Another shower?
Was the President just as obsessed with cleanliness as the Young Miss?
Couldn’t be, right?
In Ye Cheng’s mind, since the President lived and ate with the Hamster, if she really had a cleanliness obsession, she’d keep everything separate like the Young Miss did. That would be the classic tell.
Unless she had some kind of niche fetish for cleanliness?
Huh... interesting. A connoisseur of clean. The President was a clean freak!
He’d originally planned to just show his face and leave, but now it looked like he’d have to stick around a little longer. Ye Cheng plopped down onto the bed and started scrolling through mind-numbing short videos, blissfully unaware that Little Secretary was staring at him with wide, envious eyes.
Her eyes screamed: I really want to climb the ladder, sir!
“Sir, you...”
“What sir? You’re fired now, Hamster. Call me Supreme Leader!”
“Oh... okay, Supreme Leader, um...”
“It’s Boss Supreme, not just Boss. I can tell you’re up to something, Hamster—you want to get me in trouble with the President, don’t you? Using ‘Boss’ would clash with her title. What’s your hidden agenda?”
Ye Cheng’s eyes bulged, as fierce as Lord Guan himself, glaring with righteous fury.
If he couldn’t bully the others, he could still bully this Hamster, right?
Ye Cheng was practically at the bottom of the food chain now, only getting to mess with Brother Doudou sometimes. If he couldn’t even tease the Hamster, what meaning was there in life?
Oh, and Little Cockroach should count too—he’d already started planning to get himself a new meal ticket. Little lolis had three charms: gold coins, gold coins, and damn it, more gold coins!
Little Secretary pouted, looking a little huffy. “You’re just picking on me because I’m dumb.”
Ye Cheng: “???”
He quickly tucked his big, goofy grin back in, let out a sharp hiss, and quietly backed away.
He scanned the room, spotted the nightstand, grabbed a charging cable, and with a quick “super assembly,” turned it into a cybernetic peachwood sword.
Ye Cheng stepped into a celestial Big Dipper footwork pose, his face dead serious. “Whoever you are, get off my Hamster right now, or else!”
“Begone!”
Click.
The bathroom door swung open, and Dongfang Zhixia stepped out, towel-drying her damp hair.
“Mengmeng, what’s all that noise outside, what are you—”
She stopped mid-sentence. And so did Ye Cheng, who was in the middle of his “exorcism,” and Little Secretary, who was being exorcised on the bed.
The three of them stood there, staring at each other with wide eyes.
A few seconds of mental lag. Then, Dongfang Zhixia’s face flushed red at an almost visible speed. Ye Cheng, being experienced, had already covered his ears.
“Ahhhhh!”
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...
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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
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
