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!"
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?!
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!
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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?"
