Xiao Chen heard the call connect with Flea, and his expression instantly changed.
Normally, he might have spoken to Flea in a gentle tone—after all, they were bros. But now, with his wife and mother-in-law watching, he had to project the aura of a boss.
"Hello? Dragon Eye, is that you? This is Xiao Chen, your Dragon King."
On the other end, Flea was speechless.
"Dragon Eye" was his alias in the Dragon King's Court—a title given because he was a top-tier hacker capable of infiltrating almost any surveillance system, earning him the nickname "Heavenly Eye." Hence, the name: Dragon Eye.
But right now, it sounded utterly ridiculous.
"Wrong number, dumbass! Screw your Dragon Eye—I’m Longan if anything!"
Flea pretended not to know him and hung up immediately.
An awkward silence filled the air.
"Hah, so this is your loyal subordinate?" Ji Ningxue smirked coldly.
"N-no, it’s not like that! He must’ve just woken up..."
Xiao Chen called Flea again.
But before he could even speak, he was met with a torrent of curses—each word laced with creative insults, clearly pent-up frustration from years of dealing with the Dragon King’s antics.
Xiao Chen was left speechless. He glanced at Ji Ningxue and Zhao Li.
"Ningning..."
"Get lost!"
Xiao Chen turned to Zhao Li. "Mom—"
"Don’t call me mom. You heard how vicious your so-called 'brother' was. You really think we’re stupid?" Zhao Li sneered.
Xiao Chen’s composure shattered.
"Wait—I still have my 100,000 soldiers!" His spirits lifted momentarily.
But just as he was about to make the call, his phone screen turned blue and crashed.
Clearly, Flea had struck again.
This move secured Flea the MVP, cutting off every escape route for Xiao Chen.
Ji Ningxue didn’t bother wasting more words. She tossed the divorce papers in front of him.
"Sign it. I’ll give you 20 million, and you’ll leave the Ji family immediately."
"We were once husband and wife. I don’t want this to get uglier than it has to be." Her voice was chillingly calm.
Xiao Chen knew—this divorce was inevitable.
He steadied himself, fists clenched, and met Ji Ningxue’s gaze.
"Ningning, are you really going to divorce me?"
"You’ll never find another man who loves you as much as I do."
Ji Ningxue let out a soft laugh.
"Love? There’s a line of men waiting to love me stretching overseas. Losing you means nothing."
She held back, refusing to sink to outright cruelty.
"You—!"
Xiao Chen was on the verge of despair, his internal energy surging chaotically through his meridians.
"Pfft—!" He spat out a mouthful of blood.
His vision blurred. For a man like Xiao Chen—a son of destiny in the "live-in son-in-law" trope—Ji Ningxue was his entire world.
Now that she was leaving him, his purpose as a live-in son-in-law was gone.
"What’s this? Trying to play the victim and win my Ningning’s sympathy? Not a chance! Get out!"
Zhao Li resumed her role as the wicked mother-in-law.
Dragon King or whatever—just scram!
"Mom—" Ji Ningxue frowned slightly. Normally, she might’ve softened, but this was about her marriage.
Xiao Chen let out a bitter laugh.
Then, limping like a dog with its spine ripped out, he staggered out of the Ji family villa.
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Meanwhile, Flea was reporting the results to Jiang Che.
"Good work, Flea. Here’s some of my personal insights on hacking techniques. Study them."
Jiang Che never mistreated loyal subordinates.
Since Flea was a super hacker, Jiang Che spent thousands of system points to purchase a "Complete Guide to Elite Hacking," then sent it to Flea—with a copy to Monkey as well.
"Holy... is this the wisdom of the God of Hackers?"
Flea was stunned. After just an hour of skimming, he felt his skills had already improved.
It was like a master swordsman stumbling upon a legendary sword manual.
"No wonder... no wonder Young Master Jiang is the God of Hackers. This makes sense now..."
Flea’s expression grew fanatical.
"From now on, I, Lu Yi, swear undying loyalty to the God of Hackers!" He clenched his fists.
With Xiao Chen, he’d only respected his combat prowess. But with Jiang Che—this "fake" God of Hackers—he was genuinely conquered.
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"Tsk tsk, Xiao Chen got divorced? Bet he’s fuming."
Jiang Che smirked. He couldn’t even imagine the mental state of a live-in son-in-law forced into divorce.
"Hope he doesn’t go full edgelord and try to force himself on Ji Ningxue..."
He chuckled and shook his head. Not that he was worried about Ji Ningxue’s safety.
As a proper villain, he had everything under control.
He’d already dispatched a Heaven-Shattering-tier puppet to monitor Xiao Chen discreetly.
Originally, this puppet had been tailing Ye Qing. But during the last assassination attempt, Ye Qing triggered a life-saving teleportation array and vanished.
So Jiang Che recalled the puppet and reassigned it to Xiao Chen.
If Xiao Chen dared make a move, one slap would be enough to end him.
"Jiang Che!!! You bastard, where are my clothes?!"
Obviously, the only one in the Jiang household who’d dare raise her voice like this was Yu Wan’er.
"Clothes? Right there—on the floor."
Jiang Che pointed at the shredded fabric, his expression saying it all.
"You—!" Yu Wan’er’s chest heaved—well, not really, since there wasn’t much to heave.
"Hah. A figure that inspires zero desire," Jiang Che remarked casually, sipping his tea.
Yu Wan’er gritted her teeth so hard they nearly cracked.
She’d long since realized Jiang Che could read her mind, so she didn’t bother filtering her words anymore. If she wanted to curse, she cursed outright—same result either way.
"You... you disgusting lolicon freak! Even Huangdoufen, that dumb little cat, isn’t safe from you, you perverted trash!"
As soon as she spoke, a furry little head poked out from under the blankets—Huangdoufen’s transformation hadn’t worn off yet.
The kitten blinked her big, emerald-green eyes as if to say, "Who’s calling me?"
"Keep going. I’m in a good mood today—curse me all you want. I won’t retaliate."
Jiang Che took another sip of tea, smiling. But to Yu Wan’er, that smile was terrifying.
"Ahem... Jiang Che, you—you owe me new clothes! My mom bought these for me to wear when school starts next week!"
Yu Wan'er was still afraid—when it came down to it, she was rather intimidated by Jiang Che. Or perhaps... she had always been afraid of him.
"Oh? The start of the semester?"
Jiang Che lightly brushed his temple, having nearly forgotten about school.
Lately, he'd been too busy having fun with the girls, but university was still a must.
After all, how else would he meet more "Sons of Fortune"?
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!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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?!
