【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?"
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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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
