Fleas?
These days, Xiao Chen's subordinates have been cursing Tiaozao nonstop!
If it weren't for that traitor Tiaozao betraying the Dragon King, how could they possibly not get paid?
"Damn that Tiaozao, how dare he call us? I wish I could kill him!"
"That bastard! The Dragon King treated him so well..."
As soon as the call connected, a torrent of curses erupted from the other end, as if they wanted to dig up Tiaozao's ancestors from their graves and whip their corpses.
"Had enough?"
Five minutes later, Tiaozao finally spoke.
"Not even close, you piece of shit... How dare you call us?" Long Dan, the Left Hall Master, roared in anger.
"The Dragon King will deal with you sooner or later, traitor!" Long Gen, the Right Hall Master, chimed in.
Tiaozao laughed.
"Blind loyalty! Do you even know what your so-called Dragon King has been doing these past three years in Dragon Country?"
"He became a live-in son-in-law! Did you know? Xiao Chen has been playing the useless son-in-law in Dragon Country—serving tea, fetching water, even washing his mother-in-law’s underwear! He has no dignity left!"
Tiaozao used to respect Xiao Chen deeply, but after learning about his three years of humiliation in the Ji family, his perception of Xiao Chen completely reversed.
"No way! The Dragon King is a man of pride—how could he stoop so low?"
"I don’t believe it! Tiaozao, stop trying to drive a wedge between us and the Dragon King!"
Tiaozao didn’t bother explaining further. Instead, he sent over the videos he had collected over the years—footage of Xiao Chen acting like a pathetic simp.
In the clips, Xiao Chen was seen bowing and scraping before Ji Ningxue and her mother, even kneeling on durian shells, begging Ji Ningxue not to divorce him...
After seeing these videos, everyone fell silent. Their faith seemed to shatter instantly.
To them, Xiao Chen was the invincible Dragon King.
But now, the mighty warrior they worshipped had become a spineless live-in son-in-law? Their belief collapsed on the spot.
"No! I refuse to believe it! The Dragon King can’t be like this! Impossible!"
On the other end of the line, Tiaozao scratched his ear lazily. "Alright, alright, cut the act. I know you guys too well. Who was it just now saying we should elect a new Dragon King?"
The moment Tiaozao said this, the subordinates who had been "heartbroken" instantly dropped their grieving expressions.
"Let’s face it—ever since Xiao Chen went to Dragon Country as a son-in-law, he’s lost his mind. He’s not worth following anymore." Tiaozao, who had taken Jiang Che’s bribes, began pushing his agenda.
"I have a new candidate—wealthy, generous, powerful, and a genius. A hundred times better than that idiot Xiao Chen."
"Who?" Long Dan, Long Gen, Long Zhua, and Long Lin asked in unison.
"Jiang Che!"
...
Meanwhile, over a hundred nautical miles away, Xiao Chen suddenly sneezed while swimming.
"Damn it, what’s going on? Why is my right eyelid twitching?"
Xiao Chen had a bad feeling, as if something terrible was about to happen.
And he was right. Less than an hour after he left, his subordinates had already betrayed him. The three major organizations he painstakingly built had changed hands!
But for now, Xiao Chen remained oblivious.
His mind was still fixated on Ji Ningxue—how to win back her heart. Little did he know, the woman he longed for had already given herself, body and soul, to Jiang Che.
......
Jiang Che’s reputation at Z University had been soaring lately.
Even though he rarely showed up on campus, legends about him spread far and wide.
Of course, many also dug up rumors about his playboy lifestyle. Countless female students were practically throwing themselves at him, hoping to climb into his bed.
He was the perfect boyfriend—filthy rich, devastatingly handsome, and openly promiscuous. Being noticed by him could mean a lifetime of luxury!
For instance, right now, as Jiang Che was on his way to Z University’s math department to "discuss life" with Shen Yu, he got ambushed by another infatuated admirer.
"Jiang... Jiang-shao, I... I like you! Can we be friends?"
A girl with a single ponytail stood before him, looking innocent. Her makeup and outfit bore a striking resemblance to Ye Mengyao’s style.
But her looks were nowhere near Ye Mengyao’s level. Not that she was ugly—she’d probably be a campus beauty under normal circumstances, a solid 8/10.
But Jiang Che’s standards had skyrocketed. Even the maids in his villa were prettier than her.
Just as he was about to reject her, an angry voice cut in from a distance.
"Ruyan! Didn’t you just accept my confession last week? What the hell are you doing?"
A furious young man stormed over.
Liu Ruyan, the girl confessing to Jiang Che, frowned. "Jiang Hao, stop lying! I never agreed to date you..."
Jiang Che nearly laughed.
This was textbook—absolutely classic!
Every college protagonist had a gold-digging ex before their rise to power. Jiang Che glanced at this "Jiang Hao" guy.
Sure enough, he had the aura of a protagonist, but it was weak—probably just some run-of-the-mill tycoon protagonist without even a system.
Not even worth harvesting.
"Ruyan, I thought you were different! How could you do this to me?"
Clearly, the protagonist was about to suffer his first humiliation. The usual script would be: girlfriend leaves with the villain, protagonist unlocks his golden finger, and revenge arc begins.
But no—Jiang Che decided to spice things up.
He turned to Liu Ruyan with a cold smirk.
"A woman like you—90% makeup, 10% looks, copying Mengyao’s style? What a joke."
Then he walked straight to Jiang Hao and clapped him on the shoulder.
"I like your spirit. How about joining my Yuanche Group? I’ll give you a deputy manager position."
With that, Jiang Che completely derailed the protagonist’s awakening arc.
"W-what?" Jiang Hao was stunned, then overwhelmed by joy.
"Jiang-shao... really?"
"Do I look like I’d lie in front of everyone?"
In an instant, Jiang Che’s image in Jiang Hao’s heart grew towering.
Jiang Hao had always been a nobody—orphaned, working four part-time jobs just to afford gifts for Liu Ruyan, only to be humiliated today.
Jiang Che was the first person to give him dignity.
Moved. Almost in tears.
For Jiang Che, trading a deputy manager position for a protagonist’s loyalty was a steal.
Small-fry protagonists weren’t even worth his time anymore. Only top-tier ones like Xiao Chen or Ye Qing were worthy of being his "harvest."
Soon, he arrived at Z University’s math department.
It had been quite a while since Young Master Jiang last tasted Xiao Yu'er's charms, and he was starting to crave her again.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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.”
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
