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.
---
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"?
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!
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.”
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
