Men's dormitory.
Ye Cheng had just finished showering and was strolling around his room wearing nothing but a pair of tattered red "frosted" boxer shorts with holes in them.
He stopped in front of a mirror, admiring his "god-tier muscle definition."
This wasn’t out of narcissism—he was just testing whether the questionable "golden finger" (cheat ability) he’d acquired had delivered as promised. So far, it had never failed him, and this time was no exception.
It really was god-tier muscle definition!
His muscles were full, perfectly symmetrical, with sharp, well-defined lines and intricate textures spreading across his body like a spiderweb.
The effect was so exaggerated that Ye Cheng could probably compete in bodybuilding contests right now, easily snagging a lightweight championship title.
Unlike the overbuilt physiques of fitness influencers or hardcore gym rats—which inexplicably attracted more male attention—Ye Cheng’s current muscle tone was exactly the kind women adored.
The "dreamy big brother" physique that female fans online swooned over was now replicated almost perfectly on Ye Cheng’s body.
With clothes on, you wouldn’t notice a thing. But the moment he took them off—or even just wore something slightly revealing—the visual impact was staggering. It was a universal knockout, effective on all genders!
Even an eighty-year-old grandma would get a nosebleed looking at him!
"Damn, did this thing turn me into a succubus or something?" Ye Cheng rubbed his smooth chin.
His skin had originally been quite fair, but years of labor and exploitation in shady factories had darkened it slightly beyond a healthy tan.
But now, with this god-tier muscle definition, his skin had instantly lightened back up—noticeably so. In simpler terms, he now looked more like a pretty boy.
"Perfect. If things go south, I can always rely on being a sugar baby!"
Ye Cheng had an incredibly strong adaptability and an unusually optimistic mindset. The first thing that crossed his mind after his body’s drastic transformation was how he could use his new "succubus" charm to mooch off rich women.
Eat? Yeah—he’d be eating soft rice!
Looking back, Ye Cheng now felt like he’d been putting on airs before. Why had he even bothered working as a forklift driver in a shady factory when there were faster ways to make money?
Turns out his moral standards had been too high.
After this brief moment of reflection, Ye Cheng flopped onto his bed in his tattered "frosted" limited-edition zodiac-themed underwear and picked up his phone.
Then…
"Timmy!"
"Woo-hoo, let’s queue up!!!"
Just hearing the game’s startup sound was enough to get him hyped—though he wasn’t entirely sure why. Maybe he was just born with a phosphorous temperament.
First, Ye Cheng spent a few minutes claiming all the free in-game event rewards available. Then he opened his friends list, ready to randomly select a "lucky" teammate to carry for a couple of ranked matches.
If he wasn’t trolling, Ye Cheng was actually pretty skilled—a natural talent.
No strategy, just pure mechanics and reflexes, bulldozing through matches. That was until a series of bad losses tilted him into adopting the "Lei Ge playstyle."
From then on, there was no going back. He’d discovered the true essence of gaming: it was about having fun, about feeling good. Winning or losing didn’t matter.
A lot of people still didn’t get whether they were playing the game or being played by it, getting farmed by the matchmaking system like pigs.
"Once, a sincere game was placed before me, but I didn’t cherish it. If given another chance, I’d choose… to throw!"
"Full aggression!!!"
Ye Cheng let out a battle cry and launched into his first ranked match of the day.
The familiar hero selection screen popped up. Ye Cheng pre-picked the adorable default skin deer-girl.
"Only play this. If you ban or steal it, I’ll feed."
The other four players: "…"
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Meanwhile.
Da’ao City.
"Miss, he’s online!"
Xia Tongxin, who had been sprawled on her bed watching anime, suddenly received a message from the hacker she’d hired earlier. She immediately perked up.
Clenching her tiny fists, the pink-haired girl with a doll-like face wore an expression of "gnashing teeth" fury that clashed hilariously with her delicate appearance.
It looked more cute than intimidating—zero sense of actual anger.
"You jerk, I finally caught you!!!"
Xia Tongxin let out a battle cry of her own and logged in.
"Timmy!"
Her big, watery eyes burned with vengeful flames. For the past two days, she’d been mentally rehearsing the moment she’d defeat Ye Cheng, followed by the glorious humiliation she’d heap upon him.
She even dreamed about it at night, sometimes mistaking her plushies for imaginary versions of Ye Cheng and furiously "ORA ORA"-ing them to death.
After beating him up, she’d enter the victory screen, stomp on his virtual corpse, and mockingly call him "trash fish" a hundred times!
Then Ye Cheng would break down in tears, realize his mistakes, and beg for forgiveness—which she’d reluctantly grant…
This was Xia Tongxin’s diabolical revenge plan!
She’d spent the last day or two meticulously plotting this flawless scheme, certain it would reduce that bully to a sobbing wreck.
"Hehehe…" Xia Tongxin giggled to herself.
Even though she hadn’t succeeded yet, she could already picture her victory—her standing triumphantly over Ye Cheng, calling him trash fish while he groveled for mercy.
What she didn’t realize was that her "perfect" plan lacked any real malice or revenge. In fact, certain audiences might find it… stimulating.
Xia Tongxin was completely lost in her own artistic, "flawless" revenge fantasy.
The moment she saw Ye Cheng finish a match and exit the post-game lobby, she immediately sent him an invite.
"The player has declined your invitation!"
Xia Tongxin froze at the rejection, her cute face twisting in panic. She quickly sent another invite.
"The player has declined your invitation!"
"The player has declined…"
"The player…"
Her eyes widened as rejection notices kept popping up. The smug "everything’s going according to plan" look on her face melted into pitiful dismay.
Her lips puckered, eyes welling up with tears as she kept spamming the invite button with her tiny white hands.
"Wuwuwu… why won’t he accept? Wuwuwu… you jerk, hurry up and accept!! Wuwuwu…"
Xia Tongxin’s evil revenge plot seemed doomed before it even began. It had never occurred to her that Ye Cheng might just… ignore her invites.
Faced with this unexpected hurdle, Xia Tongxin’s single-core processor brain overheated. She was on the verge of crying from sheer frustration.
"Wuwuwu… you meanie… wuwuwu…"
Before the battle even started, Ye Cheng had already outplayed her.
Just as Xia Tongxin was about to sniffle in defeat, a new notification appeared.
"The player has accepted your invitation!"
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ither go to a cultivation world where a single sword strike can defeat ten thousand enemies. Or they travel back to historical dynasties to alter history and wield imperial power. At the very least, they'd go back a few decades to get rich using their future knowledge and build a harem. Who the hell would transmigrate here!
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
