【Name: Zhou Yi】
【Level: Lv48 (Diamond)】
【Wealth: 1,022,850,000 yuan (Nearly a billionaire)】
【Appearance: 100 (Unmatched)】
【Combat Power: 100 (Invincible)】
【IQ: 200 (Brilliant)】
【Reputation: 91 (Well-known Figure)】
【Attribute Points: 5,598,000】
Mission Progress Panel:
【Xia Qiuzhi's Regret Value: 94】
【Chu Han's Regret Value: 100】
【Su Ning's Regret Value: 100】
【Comeback Progress: 93】
【Heart Points Earned: 9,036,000】
【Number of Devoted Admirers: 1 (B-rank Character: You Man)】
【Achievement Unlocked: Against All Odds】
【Items/Skills Acquired: Photographic Memory, Exceptional Recall / Basic Medical Skills / Star of Entertainment】
【Current Ranking: 4,099】
【System Store Unlocked】
Zhou Yi's heart points and wealth had been multiplying rapidly. Excluding his previous expenditures and investments, his net worth had now reached a staggering one billion yuan.
The modest growth in attribute points was due to his earlier purchases of system store perks, such as Xie Tingwan's Favorability Reminder, the Singing Talent perk, the Blushing perk, and others.
Zhou Yi suddenly remembered something: "By the way, System, since Su Ning's regret value maxed out, haven’t I missed the lottery draw?"
077 explained: "Correct, but I don’t recommend drawing now. The higher your level, the more powerful the perks you unlock. You’re almost at Level 50, and post-50 perks are significantly stronger than the standard ones."
Zhou Yi: "Ah, I see. Then I’ll wait. I estimate I’ll hit Level 50 after my trip abroad."
077: "At Level 50, you’ll encounter SSS-rank women. I’m looking forward to it."
Zhou Yi chuckled: "You’re not the only one. I’m curious too—what kind of woman would qualify as SSS-rank?"
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi’s ranking had finally broken into the top 5,000.
The system had explained that this ranking spanned countless parallel worlds where similar systems like 077 existed.
These systems bound themselves to hosts, guiding them through missions, and the combined performance of system and host determined their rank.
According to 077, rankings within the top 1,000, top 100, or top 10 would yield rewards, with greater rewards for higher placements.
Zhou Yi sighed regretfully: "But my rank is still only in the 4,000s..."
077 was stunned: "Only... in the 4,000s...?"
"Do you realize how many systems and their hosts would be crushed to hear you say that?"
The higher powers had deployed countless systems across infinite worlds. Zhou Yi had surpassed achievements others took decades—or even lifetimes—to reach in less than two months, yet he was still dissatisfied.
But then again, Zhou Yi was an exceptional player in the game of love, so 077 understood.
Breaking into the top 10,000 alone marked someone as extraordinary—a person with both brains and strategy.
"Host, your current standing is already beyond what most could ever dream of. And I’ve barely lifted a finger to help you. You’re doing amazing."
Systems only proved indispensable to the weak.
Zhou Yi was clearly not one of them, leaving 077 with little to do but relax.
Not everyone could rise to greatness just by having a system or perks.
Some remained failures even with these advantages.
Without Zhou Yi’s charm and sharp mind, even wealth and looks wouldn’t have won him the affection of his targets.
Ordinary women’s admiration brought no benefits, and if he couldn’t earn heart points from key targets, what then?
Zhou Yi knew he wasn’t 077’s first host. So where were the others?
He didn’t dwell on it. Some questions had no answers, and digging too deep might do more harm than good.
His focus was on moving forward, enjoying the present, and making the most of each day in this world.
In some ways, he was remarkably pragmatic.
Life was short. After being stabbed to death by an obsessed woman in his past life, this one had to be worth it.
Carpe diem.
Seeing his wealth grow yet again, Zhou Yi became more serious about the variety show opportunity.
Before leaving for Province A, he had confirmed his participation in The Singing Competition and added the director on WeChat.
The next day, multiple hashtags related to Zhou Yi trended.
Fans who missed his live stream lamented in fan communities, and many downloaded MoYin to support him.
The app gained traction on Weibo, attracting influencers and even minor celebrities who joined to post videos—partly for clout, partly because MoYin was addictive. Some could scroll through videos all day.
Zhou Yi approved funds for Gao Si to recruit higher-profile celebrities for endorsements and ads.
Promotion had to be all-out.
Simultaneously, MoYin was marketed as a platform for everyone to share their lives through videos.
Success stories of ordinary users gaining followers and earning money were highlighted to draw more creators.
Whether for income or entertainment, Zhou Yi was determined to make MoYin the go-to app.
With Zhou Yi’s drive, Jiang Ruolan secured investments, aided by Kong Huaijin’s connections.
Jiang Ruolan was formidable—capable of closing deals alone, earning praise even from Kong Huaijin in Zhou Yi’s presence.
But that came later.
For now, Zhou Yi had just arrived in Province A, where Zhang Ming sent his son, Zhang Tianrui, to greet him.
Zhang Tianrui, a man in his thirties, appeared older than Zhou Yi.
Approaching with a polite handshake, he said, "President Zhou, you’ve had a long journey."
Dressed in a business suit and glasses, Zhang Tianrui mirrored his father’s tall, slender, and refined demeanor.
His courtesy was born of necessity—when one needed a favor, even a beggar deserved respect.
Zhou Yi smiled humbly. "No need for formalities, President Zhang. Just call me Yi."
Zhang Tianrui patted his shoulder and motioned for an assistant to take Zhou Yi’s luggage as they walked to the car.
"Then don’t call me President either. I’m a few years older—just call me Brother Rui."
"Brother Rui, what’s the itinerary?"
"I’ve booked you the best hotel. First, let’s head to my place for a welcome dinner."
Zhang Tianrui’s home was in City A’s most exclusive villa district. Zhou Yi estimated its value at nearly 100 million yuan.
As he surveyed the sprawling, luxurious estate, he felt a flicker of desire.
One day, he would buy a villa here for Sister Man to live in as well.
Before entering, Zhang Tianrui said with a smile,
"We're here, Ah Yi. This is the place. Just treat it like your own home—no need to stand on ceremony. Only your sister-in-law and a housemaid are inside."
Zhang Tianrui entered the passcode, and a sweet, charming voice called out from within, "Darling, you're back?"
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!
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
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.
