"Hmm?"
Jiang Che suddenly raised an eyebrow, then a faint smile appeared at the corner of his lips.
"Hey, what... what are you laughing at?" Yu Wan'er asked nervously.
She hated it most when Jiang Che smiled inexplicably—it usually meant trouble for her.
Though Yu Wan'er often taunted Jiang Che with her words, deep down, she was terrified of this demon king.
After all, even the sturdiest pool table pocket couldn’t withstand the destruction of a cannonball.
"Nothing much. Just that a certain little girl might need my comfort," Jiang Che replied.
With his Heart-Reading ability, he had inadvertently picked up on Shen Yu’s inner plea.
So, his little Yu'er was afraid of thunder?
Little Yu'er, your Brother Jiang is coming!
...
Shen Yu huddled at the head of the bed, clad in nothing but an extremely thin nightgown—one Jiang Che had picked out for her.
Given Jiang Che’s shameless personality, there was no way the nightgown could be anything decent!
Though the girl’s eyes feigned composure, the thunder outside seemed determined to torment her, rumbling incessantly.
With every clap, Shen Yu’s delicate frame trembled slightly.
Just then, the bedroom door creaked open.
Jiang Che stepped inside leisurely.
"Jiang Che?"
Shen Yu lifted her gaze, a hint of imperceptible delight flashing in her eyes.
"What’s wrong? Is my little Yu'er scared of thunder?"
"Yes. I’ve had a stress response to thunder since childhood," Shen Yu admitted honestly.
Then, she slowly emerged from under the covers, smoothing out her disheveled nightgown before walking over and looping her arm through Jiang Che’s.
"If you stay with me tonight, I might feel better."
Her tone remained as calm and detached as ever, devoid of any emotional inflection.
"Oh? Is my little Yu'er inviting me over?"
Shen Yu paused briefly before nodding coolly. "You can interpret it that way."
"Scared?"
Jiang Che wrapped an arm around her slender waist—a waist so alluring it could drive men mad, despite Shen Yu’s otherwise unflirtatious demeanor.
Shen Yu shook her head, explaining matter-of-factly, "Not fear—it’s a stress response. When I was six, my parents died in a car crash right in front of me during a thunderstorm. That’s why I react this way. It’s a physiological reaction..."
Jiang Che studied her closely. This girl was unsettling. She spoke of her parents’ tragic deaths without a flicker of emotion.
Most men would’ve taken the chance to comfort her, hoping to break through her defenses.
But Jiang Che already understood—Shen Yu wasn’t a normal girl. Her absolute rationality was likely a product of that childhood trauma.
No amount of tenderness would reach her. Her emotions were blank, hollow.
He scooped her up and kissed her cheek.
"Let me teach you a trick—distraction. If you focus on something else, the thunder won’t bother you."
"The thunder’s loud, right? Then we’ll make even louder noises, so you won’t hear it..."
Shen Yu: "..."
I suspect you’re about to drive this conversation off a cliff, but I lack evidence.
...
Meanwhile, Chen Hao, introduced by the deputy leader, had arrived at the headquarters of the Destiny Association!
The young vice president handed Chen Hao a black robe.
"This is the official uniform of the Destiny Association. Everyone wears it on missions."
Then, clapping Chen Hao on the shoulder, the vice president addressed the others in the hall.
"This is Chen Hao, a System bearer. His system is called the 'Troll God System'—he earns Troll Points by pranking others, which he can exchange for treasures in the system shop."
Chen Hao’s expression soured.
Why reveal his entire hand right away?
What was left for him to play with? His trump cards were all exposed.
"Wait, a trolling system?"
"Damn, that’s the lamest system name I’ve ever heard."
"Shh... he’s got a system shop. He’s on a whole other level compared to us."
"So what? Still sounds like bad luck to me."
The vice president turned to Chen Hao. "How many of these people are your targets?"
Chen Hao’s lips twitched. "All of them."
The vice president: "..."
Bro, are you sure you’re not a spy sent by our enemies?
"Uh... am I one of your targets too?"
"Yep. And you’re a high-value one. Big points," Chen Hao answered bluntly.
The vice president was speechless.
For a split second, he wondered if Chen Hao had been planted to sabotage them.
But he quickly dismissed the thought. Impossible!
In his understanding, Systems were the ultimate cheat codes. No one could manipulate them.
Even the Destiny Association only dared to skim some benefits from Systems.
...
"Listen up! You’re all Chen Hao’s targets. Every time he pranks you, he earns Troll Points. Forty percent of the rewards will go to you."
"Of course, you might not know what treasures his system shop holds. Let me list a few..."
"Life-Extension Pills—one pill adds ten years. Who wouldn’t want that? There are also cultivation elixirs to help you achieve immortality..."
The moment the vice president finished, hundreds of chosen ones in the room buzzed with excitement.
Even other System bearers started volunteering, their eyes burning with greed.
Faced with such rewards, any obstacle was trivial.
A Troll God System? So what?
Get trolled enough times, and you’ll become a god!
If they could befriend Chen Hao, wouldn’t their futures skyrocket?
Chen Hao was thrilled too.
Though the Destiny Association took half his earnings, he still kept the other half.
And with so many willing targets lining up—where else could he find such an opportunity?
...
At the back of the crowd, Ye Qing was equally fired up. Though new to the Destiny Association, he’d learned enough to recognize Chen Hao as a golden opportunity.
If he could become Chen Hao’s sworn brother (forget being a disciple), his rise would be effortless.
Since entering the mortal world, Ye Qing’s perspective had shifted dramatically.
The eighteen revered masters he once idolized had now plummeted in his esteem.
What lousy teachers? Could they compare to a System?
Twenty years of their teachings couldn’t match a single system prompt.
At this moment, Ye Qing was just like those gold-digging women who, after entering the big city, think they’ve encountered countless top-tier tycoons and broadened their horizons, only to end up looking down on their old flames.
And Chen Hao spotted Ye Qing in the crowd at first glance!
“I choose... her as my target to ruin!”
reezy rom-com) Good news: Jiang Liu is quite the ladies' man. Bad news: He’s lost his memory. Lying in a hospital bed, Jiang Liu listens to a parade of goddesses spouting "absurd claims," feeling like the world is one giant game of Werewolf. "Jiang Liu, I’m your first love." "Jiang Liu, you’re my boyfriend—she’s your ex." "Jiang Liu, we’re close friends who’ve shared a bed, remember?" "Jiang Liu, I want to have your baby." The now-lucid Jiang Liu is convinced this must be some elaborate scam... until someone drops the bombshell: "The day before you lost your memory, you confessed your feelings—and got into a relationship." Jiang Liu is utterly baffled. So... who the hell is his actual girlfriend?! ... Before recovering his memories, Jiang Liu must navigate this minefield of lies and sincerity, fighting to protect himself from these women’s schemes. But things spiral even further out of control as more people show up at his doorstep—each with increasingly unhinged antics. On the bright side, the memories he lost due to overwhelming trauma seem to be resurfacing. Great news, right? So why are they all panicking now?
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
esick Sect? Well, at least it's considered a respectable orthodox sect. Wait a minute— What kind of vibe are you all giving off? Shouldn’t this be a love-struck, romance-obsessed sect? Why does everyone here sound more like demonic cultivators? "Master, today he’s getting married. This disciple wishes to descend the mountain and crash the wedding, then toy with him to death right in front of his wife..." "Elder, I only got into your sect through connections, so why won’t you teach me anything?" "Because I also became an elder through connections." Thankfully, Su Ji was just an outer sect labor disciple. Surely, nothing too crazy would— "Junior Brother, you’ve broken through to Qi Refining. Once you sever your useless spiritual root, you can officially become an outer sect disciple." "The Great Dao is merciless. Don’t let a worthless spiritual root waste your essence and spirit, hindering your cultivation." Is this really the Lovesick Sect? ... Three years later, Su Ji sat in the seat of the Lovesick Sect’s sect master, sighing with emotion. His rise to this position all started when his junior sister adamantly insisted on preserving his "spiritual root." "Mmm... Senior Brother, what’s our relationship now?" "Stop talking. Keep going." "By the way, that newly promoted top-tier sect—didn’t they come to buy our Love Beans?" "One top-grade spirit stone per Love Bean—is that really so expensive?" "I suspect they’ve eaten too many Love Beans." "Now they’re lovesick." Well, this really is the Lovesick Sect after all.
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
