Ye Cheng jolted upright from his deathbed-like slump, practically launching himself off the bed, eyes wide with disbelief as he stared at the chat log on his phone.
Not a word was said—smack!—
Twenty thousand yuan was instantly transferred to him. What kind of power move was this?
"Is this enough?"
Xia Tongxin’s voice, soft and slightly tearful, came through the phone. She was still asking if it was sufficient. When Ye Cheng didn’t respond, she assumed he thought the amount was too small and promptly sent another twenty thousand.
"Enough now?"
Another twenty thousand.
"Enough?"
Twenty thousand more…
"Enough?"
Twenty…
"Enough?"
Ye Cheng: "???"
Ye Cheng’s face turned pale. Holy hell, am I accidentally scamming a minor into reckless spending?
Wait, no—this was already over a hundred grand. Enough to land him in prison for years.
Never in his wildest dreams had Ye Cheng imagined such absurd wealth would drop straight into his lap. Sometimes fortune arrived out of nowhere—the only downside being it might come with a side of state-provided meals behind bars.
Too scared to touch a single cent (poverty had left its scars), Ye Cheng immediately refunded every transfer, terrified she’d keep asking "Is it enough?" He hurriedly typed back:
"It’s enough, it’s enough! Stop sending money! I’ll play with you, little girl. Let’s finish up and go to bed early, okay? You’re gonna have me dining on taxpayer-funded meals at this rate…"
Meanwhile, in Macau.
Xia Tongxin sniffled, her eyes red as she stared at her phone, watching Ye Cheng refund every transfer one after another.
Her delicate brows furrowed slightly. With a flick of her million-dollar-a-minute fingers, she sent another hundred thousand.
This was the maximum single transfer limit on WeChat—not Xia Tongxin’s limit. The balance in her account might as well have been her ID number; the moment she spent a sum, interest replenished it instantly.
In Macau, money moved from her left pocket to her right without her even noticing. To her, wealth was meaningless.
In simpler terms: I have no interest in money.
Ye Cheng was bragging. Xia Tongxin was stating facts. But Ye Cheng thought she was exaggerating, while Xia Tongxin assumed he was serious.
In a way, their misunderstanding was eerily harmonious.
The freshly sent hundred thousand was instantly refunded. Xia Tongxin’s pretty brows knitted together, deep in thought—how could she send more? If she did, Ye Cheng would surely accept her challenge, and all it cost her were meaningless numbers.
The most profitable deal imaginable.
"Alright, alright, sis—stop sending money! I’m still young. While state-provided meals sound nice, I’d rather earn them through exams, not handcuffs. Fine, I’ll duel you right now. Let’s go, immediately!"
Ye Cheng’s words stumbled out in panic.
He’d figured it out: if he didn’t satisfy this ultra-rich little girl tonight, she’d probably drain her parents’ accounts dry.
By morning, her family would wake up to financial ruin.
Holy demon-child apocalypse!
This was not a drill…
That said, her family had to be loaded. No normal kid could casually throw around sums like this without a clue what money even meant.
Xia Tongxin, still brainstorming ways to flood Ye Cheng with more "numbers," suddenly saw his message—no more transfers needed, the duel was on.
She sniffled excitedly, hastily pressing the voice message button with her tear-dampened fingers:
"Hurry up! I’ll invite you—sniffle, sniffle…"
Ye Cheng: "…"
The tactic worked. Or maybe Xia Tongxin was just too easily distracted. The mention of a duel instantly wiped the money-sending from her mind, her teary eyes now blazing with competitive fire.
She would win. She would redeem herself. She would—
Minutes later.
Xia Tongxin stared at her exploded Nexus, eyes welling up, nose red, a tiny strand of snot dangling.
Her lips trembled stubbornly, fighting back tears—until she lost the battle and burst into loud sobs.
"Waaah! This round doesn’t count! Sniffle… I blinked wrong, waaah…!"
Ye Cheng: "…"
"It’s getting late, kiddo. Let’s call it a night and try again tomorrow, okay?" Ye Cheng pleaded, desperate to escape.
Xia Tongxin said nothing. Instead, she resumed transferring money—coolly dropping another few hundred grand, even more than before.
Ye Cheng felt the "dream" creeping closer. Prison cuisine beckoned…
NO!!!
Defeated, Ye Cheng agreed to a rematch.
Minutes later.
Xia Tongxin’s Nexus detonated. Again.
"Waaah! Doesn’t count! My… my hands weren’t warmed up… sniffle…"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Fine. Again.
Minutes later.
Boom. Nexus.
"Waaah! My phone died! I was charging it—sniffle, sniffle…!"
Ye Cheng: "…"
Minutes later…
Xia. Waterworks. Boom. Got it?
"Waaah! I—"
Before she could launch into another excuse, Ye Cheng cut her off.
"I know. But this time, it’s not because of cold hands, lag, bad Wi-Fi, dead battery, overheating, sweaty fingers, potato servers, frame drops, or misclicks…"
A long silence followed. Finally, a voice message arrived:
"Sorry… Can we… do one more? Just one? Please? Pretty please…?"
Xia Tongxin’s voice was sugary sweet, accompanied by a "Puppy Eyes" sticker.
Ye Cheng: "…"
Unable to resist, he surrendered.
Ugh, fine. Let the brat win once. It’s not like she’ll do anything crazy…
Minutes later.
Ye Cheng threw the match flawlessly—so convincingly that even Xia Tongxin’s IQ couldn’t detect the act.
"Alright, kiddo, I’m kinda tired now, so—"
"Silence! How dare a puny weakling like you speak to me like that? Look who won now, you stinky loser~!"
Xia Tongxin’s demeanor had flipped entirely—gone was the pitiful sniffling, replaced by smug arrogance as she hurled "loser" after "loser."
Ye Cheng: "???"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
