Xiao Chuan lit another cigarette alone, unable to stop himself from reminiscing about his past.
At 18, he had failed the college entrance exam and drowned his sorrows at a bar, only to be dragged away by a woman who got him drunk. When he woke up, he was utterly bewildered—but not long after, he found himself bound to a "Tycoon System."
Thanks to this system, Xiao Chuan went from a penniless loser to the world's richest man in just twenty years. With a net worth in the trillions, money was nothing more than a cold string of numbers to him.
Drifting through life, he had never found his other half. He had planned to donate all his wealth after his death, but fate had other plans—he unexpectedly discovered he had triplet daughters!
Not just that, but he also had a son who had been wandering overseas.
The woman from that one-night stand at the bar had given birth to his son before passing away from illness. Later, at a business banquet, he got drunk with another woman, who later fled while pregnant and gave birth to his triplet daughters.
Xiao Chuan, who had lived a solitary life, suddenly found himself in middle age with a full family—an inexplicable, overwhelming joy of becoming a father overnight.
...
At first, the girls refused to forgive him. But who was Xiao Chuan? The world's richest man, worth trillions—he simply showered his poor daughters with money.
Xiao Chuan firmly believed there was nothing money couldn’t fix. He also devoted most of his time to being there for his daughters. Gradually, they stopped resenting him, and two of them even started calling him "Dad."
"Today’s a good day~~~"
Just thinking about his three adorable little girls brought a fatherly smile to Xiao Chuan’s weathered face.
"Is a billion in pocket money too little? Maybe I should give them more? As Xiao Chuan’s daughters... they must never lack money!"
Just as he was basking in happiness, his phone rang.
Glancing down, Xiao Chuan frowned briefly before his expression softened.
His only son!
Xiao Chen!
However, this son held a deep grudge against him, having once sworn never to acknowledge him as a father.
Xiao Chuan understood—his son’s life had been harsh. A young man struggling abroad for years, facing life-and-death situations, had long grown numb to emotions.
Answering the call, Xiao Chuan spoke first, "Xiao Chen, is something wrong? Your father is your strongest support..."
"Old man, cut the fake concern. Give me a billion—I need it now!"
Xiao Chen’s voice was arrogant and demanding, his tone downright hostile.
Hearing "old man" nearly made Xiao Chuan spit blood—no one had dared insult him like that in years.
But remembering this was his own flesh and blood, he suppressed his anger.
"A billion? Are you in trouble?"
"Stop with the questions! Just say yes or no!"
"Fine, fine!" What else could he do? Xiao Chen was his son, and he still hoped to groom him as his successor.
After all, blood was thicker than water.
......
On the other end, Xiao Chen stared at the billion deposited into his account, lost in thought.
He hadn’t expected his estranged father to actually transfer the money so easily.
"This billion... I’ll buy Ning Ning the best gifts, make sure I appear before her in the most perfect way."
"Ning Ning, if you don’t believe I’m an angel investor... what will you say when you see this billion in my hands?"
Xiao Chen’s lips curled into an involuntary smirk.
But the next second, his phone vibrated—a notification popped up.
The billion he’d just received... was gone.
"What the hell? Where’s my money?"
Panic set in. His freshly acquired fortune had vanished without a trace.
Who did this?
It didn’t take long for Xiao Chen to figure it out.
Tiaozao! His accounts were always managed by Tiaozao. Normally, he’d just ask Tiaozao for funds when needed—only Tiaozao could transfer money out like this.
"Damn you, Tiaozao! I swear I’ll never forgive you!"
Fuming, Xiao Chen could only watch helplessly as the money disappeared.
"Absolute scum! Utter trash!"
He ranted until exhaustion forced him to slump to the ground. The billion hadn’t even warmed his account before it was snatched away.
Pulling out his phone, he prepared to squeeze more "gold coins" from the old man—this time, he’d use a different account.
...
Inside the Dragon King’s Hall.
"Brothers, this is the salary Young Master Jiang sent—a billion total, everyone gets a share!"
Tiaozao had defected thoroughly, now fully loyal to Jiang Che.
He had swiped the billion from Xiao Chen’s account and distributed it among the members of the three major factions.
"A billion? That’s insane!"
"A billion~~~ I’m moved. After five or six years in the War God Pavilion, I’d barely saved two million. Dividing this, we’re getting at least several million each!"
"I declare—the old Dragon King is dead! Long live the new Dragon King, Young Master Jiang!"
"The old War God is dead! All hail the new War God!"
"The old Asura is dead..."
Under Tiaozao’s orchestration, Xiao Chen’s subordinates had all betrayed him.
The once-mighty Dragon King was now a commander without an army.
......
The Jiang Residence.
Shen Yu slept soundly, nestled gently against Jiang Che.
Jiang Che studied her face, an indescribable satisfaction swelling in his chest.
Teaching a girl born without emotions how to love? The sense of achievement was beyond exhilarating.
Though it was just a fleeting moment of affection, now that he’d cracked her shell, how long until Shen Yu was completely his?
Just then, the covers rustled, and a small, dazed head popped out—a pair of orange cat ears twitching atop smooth, jade-like skin.
The shapeshifted Huangdoufen was clingy, always sneaking into Jiang Che’s bed without him noticing.
With a resigned sigh, Jiang Che pulled the girl into his arms.
Heaven knew his original plan was to raise her as a little sister... but now, she really was his "little sister."
[Ugh, what a playboy! Even Huangdoufen isn’t safe! Disgusting!]
Jiang Che glanced sideways—a white ragdoll cat lounged on the nightstand.
"Su Mianmian, you’re a catgirl too. Why can’t you be as well-behaved as Huangdoufen?"
Su Mianmian rolled her heterochromatic eyes, shooting him a look of pure disdain.
"Ugh, you scumbag! Huangdoufen is still just a kitten! You're truly inhuman!" Su Mianmian was furious. As a fellow catgirl... she had practically treated Huangdoufen like her own little sister.
But then there was Jiang Che, that absolute bastard. Not long ago, Huangdoufen had just entered her first heat—and he took advantage of her! Su Mianmian had been on guard day and night... yet still failed to stop him.
"Oh, by the way, let me ask you something," Jiang Che teased with a smirk. "If a catgirl gets pregnant... would the baby be a catgirl or a human?"
Su Mianmian: "!!!"

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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!

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.”