"Uh... President, isn't this a bit..."
[Host, please honor the agreement and fulfill all of Dongfang Zhixia's demands for the next 24 hours!]
[Task reward: 100% guaranteed coin toss lands on tails.]
[Failure reward: Honesty—compelled to always tell the truth!]
Before Ye Cheng could finish his sentence, the system's prompt abruptly flashed before his eyes. Seeing the absurdly disproportionate task requirements and rewards, he immediately wanted to refuse.
Are you kidding? Satisfying Dongfang Zhixia's every whim for an entire day? What if the young miss orders him to cosplay as some internet meme or do something downright disgusting? That'd be social suicide!
And what’s with the "100% guaranteed coin toss lands on tails" reward? Is this a joke? What the hell is the point of that?
Honestly, even a "buy-one-get-one-free" guarantee on iced tea would be more appealing. This so-called "superpower" is utterly useless—though technically, it is a superpower, no matter how dumb.
Currently, Ye Cheng already possesses another "terrifying" spatial ability: the power to summon a cigarette anytime, anywhere.
Hmm... Sure, it sounds equally lame, but at least it’s vaguely related to spatial manipulation, right?
As the saying goes, "Time is supreme, but space reigns as king." Ye Cheng figured he was at least a minor monarch... sort of.
(He even paused dramatically to avoid slurring the last two words together.)
Ye Cheng was ready to reject the task outright—until he saw the failure "reward." His entire body stiffened, and the disdain in his eyes instantly vanished, replaced by sheer clarity.
"Honesty—compelled to always tell the truth"? That’s a death sentence!
His mind conjured a horrifying scenario: A normal day, Dongfang Zhixia casually asking, "Do you love me?" His "passive" effect triggers, forcing him to blurt out the unfiltered truth. Next thing he knows, the young miss reduces him to mincemeat.
Ye Cheng: "..."
Sometimes, people laugh when they’re truly helpless—not out of optimism, but sheer desperation.
This damn "golden finger" (system) always pretends to offer choices, acting all considerate. But look at this failure "reward"! Who in their right mind would want it? Accept it, and the next day, you’ll be turned into paste just for blinking wrong.
Ye Cheng suspected he was trapped in some capitalist scheme.
Taking a deep breath, he forced a smile and embraced life’s "elbow strike." He stepped forward and wrapped his arms around Dongfang Zhixia. The softness of her body and her unique scent flooded his senses.
Hmm... Seems the president has the upper hand here.
Unconsciously, his mind painted a landscape: mountains in the distance, mountains up close, mountains everywhere.
The scheming young miss was clearly outmatched. Ye Cheng mentally noted to sneak more fruits into her meals next time—like papayas. Lots of papayas.
Forgive me, young miss. It’s for your own good.
Just as Ye Cheng’s mind began to drift, Dongfang Zhixia’s authoritative voice snapped him back to reality.
"Kiss me."
Ye Cheng: "???"
He nearly jumped out of his skin, ready to bolt out the window. Was this a dream? Wake up already! If this continues, it’ll turn into a nightmare!
Time was running out. Past experience taught him that task judgments rarely exceeded 30 seconds. Fail to decide in time, and it’s an automatic failure.
Adrenaline surged. His smooth brain kicked into gear, only to immediately report his eyeballs to his immune system.
Screw this. Let’s all just die together.
Cerebellum: "So... it’s my turn again? The slumbering azure beast awakens!"
Cerebellum: "Last time was a fluke. Now, witness the crimson beast!"
Cerebellum: "Engage!!!"
With seconds left, Ye Cheng stopped hesitating and went for it—planting his lips right on hers.
The sensation was overwhelming. Soft, warm, and distinctly flavored—slightly bitter, like coffee, but with a creamy smoothness.
Her fragrance intensified at close range, richer and more buttery than the scheming young miss’s.
Why did the president smell so much like cream? For some reason, Ye Cheng pictured her clumsy, wide-eyed secretary.
Enough.
He didn’t linger. Experience taught him a slap was imminent.
Thankfully, Shen Qinghan had "trained" him well. His endurance and thick skin were now top-tier. Every slap was just another +1 to his defense stat.
He pulled back and braced for impact.
One second passed. Nothing.
Two seconds. Still nothing.
Three...
Huh?
Why no slap? Ye Cheng blinked in confusion. Dongfang Zhixia stood frozen, her gaze vacant, locked onto his chest.
She seemed... dazed.
So... her first kiss. Gone. Just like that. All because she wanted to spite Shen Qinghan?
Her first reaction wasn’t rage or violence—just frantic mental calculations.
How did this happen? She’d imagined Ye Cheng chickening out, kissing her hair, or her cheek. Never her lips.
No, no. She must be hallucinating. That coward wouldn’t dare. This had to be the secretary’s fault. A stress-induced delusion...
A hand waved in front of her face. Ye Cheng’s voice, laced with concern, snapped her back.
"President, are you okay? Uh, well, you should hit me now." Ye Cheng even "kindly" reminded Dongfang Zhixia of what she should do next—hit him.
If she didn’t slap him, she wouldn’t be able to explain herself to Shen Qinghan later. He was counting on that slap to play the victim and act pitiful in front of her. Without it, how could he even start crying?
The squeaky wheel gets the grease—though the context might not be quite right here, it didn’t matter. Crying was the goal either way.
Dongfang Zhixia snapped back to reality at Ye Cheng’s voice.
It was real. All of it was real. Her first kiss was really gone, stolen by some idiot… and worse, it was her own stupidity that had let him kiss her.
Suddenly,
Dongfang Zhixia smiled—a smile that sent chills down Ye Cheng’s spine.
Oh crap, not good. The president’s lost it from anger!
Ye Cheng sucked in a sharp breath, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
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."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
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.”
