Jiang Che had come to understand one truth: generally speaking... those so-called "chosen ones" blessed with protagonist luck couldn't even get into university.
The university campus not only filtered out Li Hua, who loved writing English essays, but also screened out some of these "chosen ones."
Of course, there was another possibility—that all these chosen ones had been recruited by the Association of the Fated.
From what Jiang Che knew, members of the Association of the Fated often visited major campuses to try their luck, hoping to find some high-potential chosen ones.
Generally speaking, the chosen ones in universities weren’t particularly impressive—either protagonists of single-heroine rebirth romance stories or those with god-tier wealth systems flexing their riches...
Jiang Che yawned. He could already foresee the dull and monotonous university life awaiting him.
Ninety percent of students spent their university days holed up in dorms playing games or joining meaningless clubs, running around every week just to scrape together a few credits.
The misery of 8 a.m. classes, the nauseatingly repetitive braised chicken meals, and that damned mandatory youth study program.
Fortunately, Jiang Che wouldn’t have to endure any of that. After all, he was now the chairman of Yuanche Pharmaceutical, a billionaire tycoon worth hundreds of billions.
On his very first day on campus, he was named one of the "Ten Outstanding Alumni"—though, admittedly, that was mostly thanks to his father’s influence.
Who’d ever heard of a billionaire still suffering through 8 a.m. classes?
To put it bluntly, the taxes Yuanche Pharmaceutical paid exceeded Z University’s entire annual research budget.
......
"Hey, hey, hey! You can’t just take away my freedom! It’s the freshman welcome party tonight, and I haven’t even had a chance to check it out yet~~~"
Yu Wan’er struggled as Jiang Che carried her into the car. The height difference between them was so extreme that anyone watching might mistake it for a child abduction.
"What’s there to see? Weren’t you the one mocking me this morning? Tonight, Yao Yao and the others aren’t around... just the two of us. We’re going to have a little talk!"
A cold smirk played on Jiang Che’s lips. This bratty girl had been getting way too bold lately.
"You... you..." Yu Wan’er’s face paled slightly.
She had thought university life would give her more freedom, that she wouldn’t be so miserable. But now, it seemed... that was never going to happen!
"I want to experience university life! I want to live in the dorms..." She flailed her tiny arms in protest.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, then casually opened the car door.
"Sure, I’ll apply for on-campus housing right now. From then on, I’ll enjoy a wonderful life with Yao Yao, Qiaoqiao, and the others while you get your precious university experience."
A heartless smile curled on his lips.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. How about I give you a year off... no, wait—four years? Sound good?"
With that one sentence, Jiang Che instantly silenced Yu Wan’er’s protests.
"You—"
Clearly, Jiang Che had her completely figured out. She might talk tough, but in reality, she was his in every way.
Four years apart? Even four days would be unbearable for her.
This little girl had already developed an intense dependence on him.
"What’s wrong? Not so eager to enjoy university life anymore?" Jiang Che taunted when she fell silent.
Yu Wan’er clenched her fists, her cheeks puffing up in frustration.
Damn it, she’d been played!
"Go ahead, go! The other girls have been complaining about you for a while now. Maybe I’ll spoil them a little more—especially your dear Yao Yao."
"You—you—!" Yu Wan’er was fuming.
"I’ll bite you to death! Rawr! ┗|｀O′|┛"
"Tsk, tsk, tsk. Someone’s getting worked up." Watching her sink her teeth into his arm, Jiang Che was thoroughly amused.
Nothing was more satisfying than putting a brat like her in her place.
......
Meanwhile, at a dock overseas.
Ships came and went, unloading their cargo.
"Report, Lord Asura! Just moments ago... two of our master-level assassins from the Asura Gate failed their mission and went missing. The target is definitely a tough one... we might need you to step in personally."
A subordinate knelt before Xiao Chen.
Xiao Chen’s expression looked as if he’d swallowed something vile.
"What? Two master-level assassins couldn’t take him down? Just who the hell is this Xu Rong?"
He frowned. Master-level assassins in the Asura Gate were all martial artists at the grandmaster level. They rarely took action—and when they did, their targets were usually high-ranking officials or nobles!
"Who placed the order? Wasn’t it verified as just a silver-level target? And now we’ve lost so many elites!" Xiao Chen seethed. Lately, nothing had been going his way.
"Lord Asura, the target Xu Rong frequently appears in the capital. At this point, only you can handle him."
Xiao Chen nodded. "Fine. I was planning to return to Dragon Country with my 'Ten Thousand Warriors' anyway. Might as well deal with this along the way."
He was brimming with confidence. Though he was only a half-step from the supreme grandmaster realm, he had four guardians at the peak of grandmaster strength.
From what he knew, Dragon Country only had five supreme grandmasters at most.
With his four subordinates, he could sweep through the entire ancient martial world of Dragon Country!
"Ten Thousand Warriors!"
Xiao Chen bellowed, startling his men.
Dust swirled as four towering figures materialized.
The leader’s muscles coiled like serpents, his terrifying height of over eight feet radiating overwhelming pressure.
"Your subordinate, 'Ten.'"
"Your subordinate, 'Thousand.'"
"Your subordinate, 'Warrior.'"
"Your subordinate, 'Army.'"
"We pay respects to the Dragon King!" they chorused.
Xiao Chen nodded. These four supreme grandmaster guardians were his ultimate trump cards—bar none.
"You’re coming with me to Dragon Country!" He waved his hand imperiously.
"Dragon King, but... they’re undocumented. Dragon Country won’t let them in."
Xiao Chen frowned, eyeing the four.
"What’s the issue? Supreme grandmasters defy all limits—they can go anywhere! The four of you will swim to Dragon Country. Saves us the airfare, too."
Like Jiang Che’s system-controlled puppets, these four were bound by absolute loyalty.
After a moment’s thought, Xiao Chen made his decision.
"You’re my men. I won’t make you swim alone. I’ll cross the Atlantic with you!"
It sounded almost touching—so much so that Xiao Chen nearly moved himself to tears.
A subordinate hesitantly spoke up.
"Dragon King... isn’t your father the richest man in Dragon Country? Surely a man of his influence could—"
Xiao Chen’s expression darkened at the mention of his billionaire father.
"Don’t bring him up. We’ve cut ties. His money means nothing to me now."
"But... he’s the wealthiest man in the world..." The subordinate tried to press further, but a glare from Xiao Chen shut him up.
"I, Xiao Chen, the War God, Dragon King, and Asura, would rather starve and die in poverty than acknowledge Xiao Chuan as my father!"
With that, he strode to the shore and dove headfirst into the sea.
The other four burly men followed suit and leaped into the water.
Gradually, they vanished into the vast ocean, leaving Xiao Chen's remaining subordinates utterly dumbfounded.
Wait... are they seriously swimming?
"We're done for. We might as well start picking a new Dragon King. I think His Majesty’s lost his mind," one muttered.
"Absolutely. Ever since he came back from Dragon Country, he’s been acting downright bizarre," another agreed.
As the group buzzed with chatter, Deputy Hall Master Long Zhua’s phone suddenly rang.
Seeing the caller ID, Long Zhua flew into a rage. "Damn it! It’s that traitor Tiaozao calling!"
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
