"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!”
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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?!
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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!
