"Look at this toad lusting after a swan’s flesh—has he even seen his own face?"
"Yeah, daring to covet the campus belle? More like a walking joke, hahaha!"
"Su Ning looks pissed."
"Wouldn’t you be? Getting ‘liked’ by the class’s dead-last loser. I’d slap him silly and remind him what trash he is."
"One second of silence for the campus belle."
......
Zhou Yi’s ears buzzed with the noise of mocking voices. When he opened his eyes, he found himself cornered by a crowd.
Not far away stood a group of well-dressed young men and women, their age and style marking them as university students. At the center was a stunning girl, surrounded like royalty.
Her features were exquisitely carved—cold yet luminous, with eyes like distant galaxies and skin like polished jade, glowing faintly under the sunlight. Her beauty was arresting, impossible to look away from.
And it wasn’t just her face. Her figure was model-perfect, with legs so long and sculpted they seemed ripped from an anime, showcased under a crisp white skirt.
Now, that very girl was staring at him with icy disdain.
In the past, Zhou Yi would’ve flirted without hesitation. But right now, he was still reeling from the shock of his own death, too dazed to process the scene.
He had been an ordinary playboy—no, scratch that—an ordinary college student in China. After rejecting a stalker’s confession, she’d stabbed him to death in a fit of rage. The next thing he knew, he was here.
Zhou Yi’s silence only fueled the anger of those around him.
"Hey, are you deaf or what? Answer me, damn it!"
"Take a piss and look at your reflection, loser. Someone like you dreaming of the campus belle?"
"Writing those disgusting words? Shameless!"
A guy with bleached hair shoved Zhou Yi, cursing.
Zhou Yi’s gaze sharpened instantly, and the sheer intensity of it made the guy flinch.
"Y-You dare glare at me? You asking for a beating?"
The guy raised his fist, but before he could swing, Zhou Yi flipped him onto the ground in one swift motion.
The crowd gasped. No one had even seen how he did it.
"What the hell? Did Zhou Yi just take down Ah Hui?"
"Since when did this waste have guts?"
"Guess even a dog will bite when pushed too far."
"More like a toad throwing a tantrum, hahaha!"
Laughter and jeers filled the air as everyone eyed Zhou Yi with contempt.
Only then did Zhou Yi grasp the situation—the "toad," the "loser," the "pathetic simp" they were mocking was him.
Toad? Simp?
He’d dated more goddesses than these clowns had eaten meals! Women lined up for him, waiting their turn like numbers at a deli counter, and now they dared label him with these jokes of insults?
But when he glanced down and saw the hideously tacky black skinny jeans and worn-out canvas shoes he was wearing, it clicked.
This Zhou Yi wasn’t him. The "Zhou Yi" they despised was someone else entirely.
Staying calm, he kept his head down, silently assessing the situation and planning his next move.
Could it be... he’d transmigrated?
Was this cliché really happening to him?
Then again, if getting murdered by a yandere was possible, why not transmigration?
As the bleached-haired guy scrambled up, Su Ning—already furious—marched toward Zhou Yi with her clique in tow.
Before Zhou Yi could react, she slapped him hard across the face.
Her voice, crisp and cold like melting winter snow, cut through the air:
"Enough, Zhou Yi! Listen well—even if every other man on earth dropped dead, I’d never like you!"
Her eyes were glacial, her tone dripping with disgust, as if he were nothing but filth.
Without waiting for a response, she turned and strode away, her entourage following. Only Zhou Yi and the bleached-haired guy’s gang remained.
Zhou Yi was stunned.
In all his years, he’d never been humiliated like this. Women chased him, not the other way around.
The guy he’d floored earlier, Zhang Hui, sneered viciously.
"You’ve got a death wish, embarrassing me in front of Su Ning. This isn’t over. Let’s go, boys."
With that threat, Zhang Hui and his lackeys left the field.
Finally alone, Zhou Yi began piecing together his thoughts.
Just as he furrowed his brow, a mechanical voice echoed in his mind:
"Host Zhou Yi, greetings. System 077 at your service."
The sudden intrusion startled him.
After a pause, he asked warily, "Who are you? What system? Did you bring me here?"
The voice replied, "Correct. Through system intervention, you’ve been reborn in this body. If you’re ready, I’ll transfer the memories. Explanations will follow."
Zhou Yi nodded. "Fine."
A wave of dizziness hit him, and suddenly, a flood of unfamiliar memories surged into his mind.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
