"Young master, this... this doesn't seem appropriate?"
"What's there to fear? It's fine."
"But... I'm still a bit nervous."
"That's how it always is the first time."
"I'm scared, though."
"Don’t be. I’m here with you. Once you try it, you’ll love the feeling."
"That thrill and excitement will become addictive. Don’t worry."
"But..."
"Enough with the 'buts'! Are you two betting or not? It’s just a game of high or low—why so hesitant?"
"Damn, listen to that nonsense. I was starting to hallucinate, thinking I’d walked into the wrong place."
"Tell me about it. I almost mistook this gambling den for a brothel."
"Hurry up! Are you betting or not? If not, don’t waste our time."
Inside the Peace Gambling House, the chatter of the others made Gu Xian'er even more nervous. She couldn’t decide whether to bet on high or low.
She glanced at Chen Chang'an for help, only to receive an encouraging look in return.
"Then... high it is!"
Gritting her teeth, Gu Xian'er pushed all the gold in her hand onto "high."
Seeing her bet, the others immediately piled their money on "low," which infuriated Gu Xian'er. What did they mean by that? Was her luck really that terrible?
"Bets are closed!"
"Open!"
"Four, five, six—fifteen points, high!"
The dice dealer’s face paled as he saw the result.
How could this be?
He had controlled the dice—it should’ve been low. Why was it high?
"Young master, I won! I won!"
Gu Xian'er’s heart finally settled. Who knew such a simple gamble could be so thrilling?
"See? I told you—nothing to worry about with me here," Chen Chang'an said with a smile.
"Mhm, you’re amazing, young master."
Gu Xian'er nodded excitedly, then held out her hand, signaling the dealer to pay up.
The dealer broke into a cold sweat at the sight of the gold on the table. How had the bet gotten so big?
If he paid out, he’d probably lose his job. But if he didn’t... with so many witnesses, the gambling house’s reputation would be ruined.
"This... this amount is quite substantial. I’ll need to inform the manager."
"Please wait a moment, you two."
Upon hearing the news, the manager rushed over. A loss like this could wipe out half a year’s profits for the gambling house.
After all, Gu Xian'er had bet a hundred thousand taels of gold—not silver!
"Manager, these two are cheating. I controlled the dice, but when they opened..." The dealer whispered the details.
Hmm?
Daring to cheat here? Were they trying to cause trouble?
Though furious, the manager kept his composure. Business had to go on.
But they had no intention of letting Chen Chang'an walk away with the money.
"Might I ask which esteemed families you two hail from? You seem unfamiliar," the manager asked with a smile.
"Just passing through. Thought we’d try our luck for fun," Chen Chang'an replied casually.
Passing through?
So they were outsiders?
Good. That made things easier.
"Hahaha! A hundred thousand taels of gold—just for fun?"
"You must come from illustrious families to gamble so recklessly."
"Peace Gambling House prides itself on fairness. Since you’ve won, we’ll honor it."
"Someone, fetch a hundred thousand taels in gold notes from the treasury."
"Yes, sir."
The manager’s swift compliance earned admiration from the other gamblers.
"Now that’s the Peace Gambling House for you—generous to the core. A hundred thousand gold, not even a blink!"
"Of course. That’s why you should always gamble here. Reliable and trustworthy."
"Any other place, and these two would’ve been in trouble."
Soon, the treasury delivered the gold notes. Handing them to Chen Chang'an, the manager smiled. "Care to continue?"
"No, we’ve had our fill. We’ll stop here."
"Very well. Safe travels, then."
Truthfully, the manager was relieved Chen Chang'an didn’t keep playing. Even if they could reclaim the money later, the losses from other gamblers following his bets would be catastrophic.
So when Chen Chang'an left, the manager didn’t stop him—just signaled his enforcers with a glance.
Outside, Da Huang’s eyes lit up at the sight of them. "Did you win?"
"Obviously. When have I ever lost?"
"A hundred thousand gold—enough for you to splurge."
"Hehehe, perfect! Brothel time, brothel time!"
Chen Chang'an rubbed his temples. All of this was Xuan Wudao’s fault!
"Let’s find a place to eat first."
"We’ve been traveling nonstop—haven’t had a proper meal in ages."
"Tch. You can eat at a brothel too."
"Shut up."
Ignoring Da Huang, Chen Chang'an strode ahead.
After a few steps, Gu Xian'er frowned. "Young master, the gambling house’s men are following us."
"I know."
"Should I deal with them?"
"No need. Let them follow."
Two streets later, the pursuers quickened their pace.
Soon, they surrounded Chen Chang'an and Gu Xian'er.
"Kid, you dare cheat at Peace Gambling House? You’ve got a death wish."
"Hand over the gold notes, and we’ll let you live."
Chen Chang'an regarded them calmly. "Do you know what happens to those who cross me?"
"Hahaha! I don’t know what happens to you, but I know what’ll happen to us if we don’t get that money back."
"Enough talk. Don’t make us use force."
Force?
"Ah, what a pity."
"You’re really making this difficult for me."
"Fine. Can’t be bothered with you."
"Da Huang..."
Woof woof woof!
Da Huang’s sudden barking startled the thugs.
Seizing the moment, the dog bolted past them.
"Damn it, Da Huang, you bastard!"
"Xian'er, run!"
Cursing, Chen Chang'an grabbed Gu Xian'er’s hand and sprinted away, leaving her utterly bewildered.
"Damn! Thought he was tough. After them!"
The men gave chase but soon realized they couldn’t keep up.
"How... how are they so fast?"
"Ugh... screw this. I can’t run anymore."
"I can't go on, I'm completely out of strength. You guys chase ahead, I'll catch up later."
"Chase my ass! They're already long gone!"
Seeing no one pursuing them, Chen Chang'an finally stopped running and turned to glare at Da Huang.
"Da Huang, you actually ran first?"
"Duh. If I didn’t run first, you would’ve bolted."
"That’s so disloyal of you!"
"Pfft, pot calling the kettle black. Don’t think I don’t know what you were planning—using me as a decoy to draw their attention."
"That’s an insult to my character!"
"You have character?"
"Master, why… why did we even run?" Gu Xian'er was utterly baffled. Those people? Even she could’ve wiped them out with a wave of her hand.
But Chen Chang'an and Da Huang were clearly powerful. Why flee?
"This is called fun."
"Life shouldn’t be taken too seriously. Never had an experience like this before, have you?"
"Definitely not."
"Exactly. You’ve got to try everything once to truly savor the flavor of it all."

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

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."

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.”

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!