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: "???"
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."
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)
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
