Su Bai devoured ten raw oyster sashimi and another ten garlic-grilled oysters before finally getting an idea about butler training.
Well, "idea" might be an overstatement.
It was more like opening WeChat and privately messaging Xia for advice.
Given Xia’s background, she’d probably know.
Sure enough, the reply came quickly.
[Xia Lin: There are short-term training courses. Honestly, there’s not much to learn—most of it is about experience and connections. You’d need someone to vouch for you.]
[Xia Lin: What’s this? Little brother’s interests are so broad now? Wanting to experience life as a butler in some rich household?]
[Xia Lin: Be careful, though. A handsome butler like you might catch the young mistress’s eye… and end up in all sorts of indescribable situations.]
[Su Bai: Sis, where’s your mind at? It’s just a friend of mine who’s curious about it.]
[Xia Lin: Oh.]
[Xia Lin: Just a friend?]
[Su Bai: [Goose_ScratchingHead]]
[Su Bai: I owe you one.]
[Xia Lin: No need to be so formal. Just watch another movie with me next time.]
[Su Bai: If it’s one of your movies, I’ll probably fall asleep again.]
[Xia Lin: You sleep, I’ll watch. Deal?~]
[Su Bai: [Goose_Confused]]
When you’re naturally exceptional, asking for favors never feels like begging.
In fact, in high-society circles, "troubling someone" is often a deliberate gesture—a way to build long-term social bonds.
Getting help from Xia went smoothly. The only thing that puzzled Su Bai was… why did she want to watch another movie with him?
Last time, at the private cinema in Yashige Plaza, he’d slept through the entire film, his head resting on her lap.
How was that something Xia Lin would look forward to?
Logically, if a guy dozed off during a movie she loved, shouldn’t she—a self-proclaimed artsy woman—be furious?
Su Bai found it illogical.
Wait…
"What’s on your mind, junior?" Zhou Jialu suddenly leaned in, smirking. "Talking business with someone else, but still thinking about me?"
"...Haha, can’t help it. Senior, you’re just too irresistible."
"Teehee!"
Zhou Jialu looked delighted.
Here he was, physically with his senior, yet mentally preoccupied with another woman.
Tsk. Even in matters of the heart, he was getting reckless lately.
[Ding! Wow, Host, you’re shameless. Reward: +10,000 yuan.]
Oh-ho-ho, even this earned him a reward?
Su Bai didn’t care much about the money, but the implication was significant.
So… indulging in romantic entanglements could trigger system rewards too?
Did that mean the more outrageous he acted, the better the rewards?
Lottery draws, limited-edition items, stat boosts…
Su Bai wanted it all!
[Ding! Detected Host’s special indulgence tactics. Truly commendable! Reward: +3 free attribute points.]
Yes! Free attribute points—just what they needed!
At the same time, the system unlocked the character stats panel, finally letting Su Bai check his own numbers.
[Host Attributes]
[Physique: 82]
[Intellect: 75]
[Appearance: 78]
[Special: 90]
[Skills: Swimming (Master), Finance & Business Management Basics (Master), Hand Techniques Emperor (Proficient)]
Su Bai studied the attribute system briefly.
The categories were broad—points could be directly allocated to the first four stats for immediate effects.
There was no cap, meaning he could potentially surpass human limits.
(Author’s Note: This story stays grounded in urban wish-fulfillment—no cultivation, no fantasy, no ancient martial arts. The system helps the protagonist level up for flexing purposes, but everything stays within realistic bounds. Only the MC has slightly OP abilities; no one else breaks the rules.)
As for the fifth row, "Skills," those were abilities Su Bai had acquired through rewards like lottery draws.
Spending attribute points could upgrade skill tiers, with higher tiers requiring more points.
For now, boosting raw stats was the most efficient. Once diminishing returns kicked in, he’d focus on skills.
After all, Su Bai was just a freshman—still in the phase of eating, drinking, and having fun. Why bother with skills when stats were so much more satisfying?
After some thought, Su Bai allocated his 3 new points to [Physique], raising it from 82 to 85.
Instantly, his already-enhanced body (courtesy of the system’s earlier modifications) grew even stronger.
"Huh? Junior, did your muscle just… twitch?" Zhou Jialu, who’d been idly squeezing his arm, blinked in surprise.
"Dunno. Maybe dinner’s digesting and turning into muscle," Su Bai said offhandedly.
"Haha, you're so funny—muscles don't grow that fast!" Zhou Jialu laughed, her shoulders shaking with mirth.
Spending time with her junior was such a delight. He was witty, charming, and knew exactly how to make her smile. To have snagged such a top-tier heartthrob—she was beyond lucky.
Su Bai had already sent Zhou Jialu the details about the butler training program—a link and the contact info for the person in charge.
Without wasting a second, Zhou Jialu got to work, adding the coordinator and setting her sights on her future career as a butler.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
