【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?"
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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)
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.”
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.
