"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.
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...
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
