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: "!!!"
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.
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?!
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!
