"The other party has accepted your invitation!"
Xia Tongxin's heart leaped with joy as she quickly stopped her little fingers from incessantly tapping on the phone screen. This time, she couldn’t afford to make the same mistake as before.
"Perfect!"
Seeing that Ye Cheng was still in the room, Xia Tongxin’s excitement bubbled over. Her adorable, delicate face lit up with sheer delight, and her tiny feet, which had been idly swaying while she lay on the bed, now kicked happily in the air.
"iiOiiO is blooming~"
Xia Tongxin's fingers danced rhythmically across the screen—tap-tap, pause, tap-tap, pause—as she carefully considered which letter to press next.
What Xia Tongxin didn’t notice was the microphone icon beneath Ye Cheng’s avatar, continuously pulsing as if he were spewing a torrent of expletives—likely some "mother-laden" tirades.
Unfortunately for Ye Cheng, Xia Tongxin had both her microphone and speaker turned off, rendering her completely deaf to his passionate outbursts.
And because Xia Tongxin typed at a snail’s pace, the "typing" indicator kept flashing, leading Ye Cheng to assume his opponent was crafting some grand, scathing retort. This only fueled his fury, driving him to escalate his verbal assault to epic proportions—so much so that he even started insulting himself in the heat of the moment.
Half a minute later, Xia Tongxin’s first message finally arrived.
"Dare to 1v1 me? The loser has to..."
What followed was a massive block of duel rules and penalty clauses—things like the loser barking like a dog, loudly admitting inferiority, and offering a formal apology, among other absurd demands. Ye Cheng was left utterly dumbfounded.
Having just finished unleashing his "ninjutsu" (a.k.a. his verbal onslaught), Ye Cheng was parched—figuratively in need of a mid-battle breather—when he paused to see what trash talk his little noob opponent had mustered.
Hmm… "puppy," "idiot," "trash fish"...
Ye Cheng: "???"
After reading Xia Tongxin’s wall of text, Ye Cheng fell into stunned silence, a giant question mark hovering over his head. Who am I? Where am I? What am I even doing?
The sheer childishness of the messages made Ye Cheng seriously question whether he’d been verbally battered into delirium. Was he hallucinating? Since when was he arguing with a kid?
Suddenly—
A realization struck Ye Cheng like a bolt of lightning. His pupils shrank, and he scrambled away from his phone, his back pressing against the wall as if seeking refuge. His signature red "limited-edition distressed sandblasted" underwear clung to him, now damp with cold sweat.
His chest heaved, his forehead glistened, and his eyes reflected a man grappling with existential guilt.
He… had just spent the last few minutes ruthlessly berating a child?
Now that he thought about it, Xia Tongxin’s gameplay and those painfully naive messages didn’t resemble anything an adult would say. This was clearly a kid—a very young, very innocent one—playing on their parents’ phone after school, just trying to have some fun.
And what had he done? Opened fire with his most toxic insults and even pulled out his "ninjutsu."
Holy hell, Ye Cheng, you absolute monster!!!
Ye Cheng could vividly picture the poor kid’s stunned, wide-eyed expression after enduring his verbal combo. The weight of his actions crashed down on him, and for a moment, he felt like nailing himself to a cross. Maybe cosplaying as Jesus would alleviate some of this guilt.
Swallowing his shame, Ye Cheng picked up his phone, ready to make amends—only to find Xia Tongxin still diligently typing away, sending more rules and penalties for their would-be duel.
It was as if she hadn’t heard a single word of his earlier tirade.
Huh?
A fresh question mark materialized over Ye Cheng’s head. Wait, since when did kids have such unshakable mental fortitude?
Then he noticed the status icon next to Xia Tongxin’s avatar—her speaker was grayed out. She’d had it muted the entire time.
Everything he’d said… had gone unheard.
All that effort—wasted.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Silence was the bridge of tonight, and Ye Cheng was crossing it with extra steps.
Good news: The world hadn’t gained another traumatized child.
Bad news: It had gained a thoroughly humiliated Ye Cheng.
Ye Cheng slumped into self-loathing. He’d just poured his soul into that verbal massacre, and the kid hadn’t even heard it. What kind of clown was he?!
Well, at least this was a silver lining. His original plan to "communicate" with Xia Tongxin was now scrapped—bullying a kid was beneath him.
As the saying goes: What kind of adult loses their temper at a child?
After skimming through Xia Tongxin’s "Rule Apocalypse," Ye Cheng didn’t hesitate. His reply was swift and merciless:
"No."
Two simple letters shattered Xia Tongxin’s dreams of vengeance.
——
Da’ao City
Xia Tongxin lay sprawled on her soft pink bed, her little feet kicking absently as she painstakingly typed out her final message. After a thorough review, she smirked in satisfaction and hit send.
The instant her message went through, Ye Cheng’s reply popped up:
"No."
Xia Tongxin blinked, her big eyes widening in disbelief. The sheer audacity of his refusal left her stunned.
He… wouldn’t take the bait?
All her carefully crafted taunts, all those minutes spent drafting rules—rendered useless because Ye Cheng simply wouldn’t engage.
It was like studying for a decade for the college entrance exams, only to arrive on test day and be told, "Never mind, everyone gets into university automatically."
Her world crumbled.
Why wouldn’t he fight her?!
Xia Tongxin clenched her tiny fists, her flat chest heaving with barely contained fury. Flames of indignation burned in her eyes.
In her rage, her brain seemed to undergo a forced upgrade—her typing speed skyrocketed as she fired off one last desperate plea:
"Please… don’t say no, okay…?"
Yes, this was her "fiery declaration of war."
She was out of ideas.
Xia Tongxin’s mental capacity was limited, and having grown up sheltered by doting parents and adored by older siblings, she’d never faced real adversity. She didn’t even know how to trash-talk properly.
Against Ye Cheng’s unexpected refusal, she was utterly defenseless.
Her entire "evil revenge plot" hinged on Ye Cheng taking the bait and accepting her challenge in a fit of rage. But… he hadn’t bitten.
Two days of meticulous planning, dead on arrival. Anyone else might’ve shrugged it off and devised a new strategy—but not Xia Tongxin.
This was the end of the world.
Xia Tongxin gazed pitifully at her phone screen, her beautiful eyes glistening with unshed tears. The delicate bridge of her nose had turned faintly red at the tip, like a clown’s painted button.
"Please... sniff... I'm begging you..."
Ye Cheng: "..."
to panic—he has a system. As long as an investment target dies, he can claim a reward. And since he is immortal, the one thing he has plenty of is time. ... Countless years later. “Immortal Emperor of Longevity? I invested in him.” “Supreme Celestial Venerable? I invested in him.” “Undying Empress? I invested in her.” “...” “Heh. Once they’ve all died, even the Heavenly Dao will have to kneel and call me Dad.”
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
