Zhou Yi heard the system announcement that Daisy's affection level was rising, and he smirked.
Sometimes women need a little stimulation—making them jealous is a great way to do it.
Often, it’s only when their possessiveness flares up that they realize how much they like a man.
After Adel returned to Daisy’s side, he urged her to go dance with the men on the floor.
"Daisy, if you just sit here, how will those men fall for you? I heard you turned down John’s invitation earlier?"
"I don’t like that man. The way he looks at me is disgusting."
"This isn’t about who you like or don’t like. Remember why we’re here. Be good and go mingle. Don’t just sit here alone."
"Fine, brother."
When Daisy called him "brother," she felt none of the usual dependence or trust she once had for him.
Instead, the first thing that came to mind was Zhou Yi’s gentle smile.
It made Adel seem all the more cold-blooded and despicable in comparison.
She rose from the corner and walked to the center of the room, where the men had been eyeing her eagerly.
They’d all seen John get rejected earlier, so no one wanted to risk humiliation by approaching her now.
Flora gave her a once-over, jealousy flashing in her eyes.
What a stunning woman—enough to make anyone jealous.
She marched over with her clique and sneered at Daisy:
"I heard you’re from some tiny, far-off country? Must be your first time at a banquet this grand. You really do look like a country bumpkin."
Daisy didn’t respond, her gaze instead searching the crowd for Zhou Yi.
Seeing her words bounce off Daisy like nothing, Flora felt like she’d punched air.
Annoyed, she snapped, "Hey, I’m talking to you! How rude. No wonder you’re from a backwater—just a plaything for men."
Flora’s haughty demeanor was on full display, and both Zhou Yi and Jones noticed her bullying Daisy from a distance. They stepped forward.
Jones pulled Daisy behind him and said to Flora, "Is this how a noble from a great nation behaves? Flora, don’t embarrass your family by throwing your weight around."
Flora and Jones launched into their usual verbal sparring, a dynamic everyone was used to by now.
Meanwhile, Zhou Yi and Daisy slipped away from the battlefield.
Daisy looked up at him with soft eyes. "I’m sorry, brother. I just wanted to find you. Adel forced me to come dance with other men, but then I ran into that woman… I didn’t mean to cause trouble."
Zhou Yi smiled faintly. "It’s fine. Don’t take Flora’s words to heart. She’s just unreasonable."
"Then… could I dance with you, brother?"
Daisy bit her lip, her gaze as innocent as a fawn’s—enough to melt anyone’s heart.
Her fingers twisted nervously, betraying her shyness and anxiety.
Her cheeks were flushed, her ears burning.
She’d had little contact with men beyond her father and Adel, and her feelings were written plainly on her face.
Zhou Yi gave her a tender smile. "Of course."
He couldn’t leave her hanging in such an awkward moment, or she’d retreat into herself.
Like a knight, he bowed and extended his hand. "May I have this dance, my beautiful princess?"
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.”
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
