"Master Jiang, someone is asking for you."
A company employee approached Jiang Che, giving a slight bow. She remained expressionless despite witnessing the intimate moment between Jiang Che and Leng Ningqiu.
Jiang Che didn’t bother hiding anything—after all, all these female employees were commercial puppets purchased from the system store.
True puppets indeed—just feed them, and they’d work tirelessly for 18 hours straight. The kind of super-workers every ruthless capitalist boss dreamed of!
"Who’s looking for me?"
Jiang Che slowly stood up, draping a blanket over Leng Ningqiu, who had already fallen asleep beside him.
"It’s... a man named Xu Mo."
"Xu Mo?"
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow. Of course, he’d heard of him.
The leader of the Fate’s Chosen Association—a fairly powerful Fate’s Chosen.
"But why would a so-called 'Chosen One' come looking for a villain like me? Does he have a death wish?"
"Still, might as well meet him."
......
Outside the company.
Xu Mo and his group had been waiting for quite some time.
"Chen Hao, once Young Master Jiang comes out, you go first and try to get close to him. After all, you’re practically his brother-in-law now," Xu Mo said shamelessly.
Behind Xu Mo, it wasn’t just Chen Hao—there were at least three to four hundred people, all dressed in black robes, giving off the vibe of a gang showdown.
That’s right. After being persuaded by Xu Rong and Chen Hao, Xu Mo had led the entire Fate’s Chosen Association to pledge allegiance to Jiang Che.
Of course, they knew where Jiang Che lived, but his home was practically a golden cage for his beloved. Ninety percent of his subordinates were single men—what if some idiot got a lecherous look in his eyes and pissed off Young Master Jiang? That would be the end of them.
And yet, Jiang Che had stayed holed up in the Jiang residence for over a week. How was he not exhausted?
A man with such formidable stamina—what guy wouldn’t envy him?
......
[Ding! Detected Fate’s Chosen ‘Xu Mo’.]
Jiang Che stepped out.
"You all... here to jump me?" he asked with a light chuckle.
"N-No! Of course not, Young Master Jiang! You must be joking..."
Xu Mo was practically trembling in fear. With Jiang Che’s status... how could they possibly dare to cause trouble for him?
Did they have a death wish?
"Young Master Jiang, we’re actually here to pledge ourselves to you. We know you’re a Heaven-Defying existence, but there’s no real conflict between us, right?" Xu Mo forced a laugh.
Still, the whole situation felt like lambs willingly walking into a tiger’s den.
Jiang Che raised an eyebrow, glancing at the massive crowd of Fate’s Chosen behind Xu Mo.
Honestly, they were all pretty pathetic.
Most of them were either miracle doctors, fortune-tellers, antique appraisers, or nouveau riche types—trash-tier systems that couldn’t keep up with the times.
Even if Jiang Che acquired these system templates, they’d be useless.
Frankly, they weren’t even qualified to be his lackeys.
"Too weak. I don’t need trash under my command."
Jiang Che didn’t bother sparing their feelings in the slightest.
At that moment, a young man stepped forward from the crowd, indignation written all over his face.
"Young Master Jiang!!! I’m not trash! I have the potential of an immortal! I’m actually the reincarnation of a celestial being from the Upper Realm!"
"Tch. So what if you’ve got a 'Bullsht System'?" Jiang Che shot him a sidelong glance.
[Ding! Detected Fate’s Chosen ‘Wang Kai’, bound to the Bullsht System—grows stronger the more he lies.]
[Fate Level: 7]
To be fair, this guy wasn’t half bad. He might actually be worth recruiting.
Pair him up with that little bro Jiang Ruoxu—one spews nonsense, the other flexes. A match made in heaven.
"Huh? Y-You know about my system?!"
Wang Kai’s face instantly turned ghostly pale.
His bullsht had been exposed!
Truly, a Heaven-Defying existence was terrifying.
In front of Jiang Che, he had no secrets at all.
[Alright, Xu Mo, right? Your potential isn’t bad—a check-in system? But your system’s grade is too low. Let me upgrade it for you.]
Jiang Che sent the message directly into Xu Mo’s mind.
"Wha—what?!"
Xu Mo suddenly exclaimed, eyes widening in shock!
Up... upgrade what?!
Had he heard that right?!
Upgrade a system?!
Systems could be upgraded?!
Jiang Che yawned, casually spending 1,000,000 points to purchase a system template.
Almost instantly, Xu Mo heard a crisp ding.
[Ding! System... system upgrading in progress... upgrade successful!]
[Ding! System has unlocked a new store function! Check-in locations have been reset!]
Xu Mo’s mind went completely blank.
But at the same time, a bone-chilling realization crept into his heart.
He could actually manipulate systems?!
Xu Mo took one look at his system store and nearly passed out.
Everything inside was top-tier!
Half this stuff wasn’t even available in the Fate’s Chosen Association’s elite-tier store.
"Young... Young Master Jiang?"
[Shh...]
Jiang Che smiled faintly, his expression profound and enigmatic.
But to Xu Mo, that smile might as well have belonged to a god or a demon.
Convinced. Completely convinced.
He’d thought Jiang Che, as a Heaven-Defying existence, was just a cut above the rest. Who could’ve imagined he could control systems?
Even casually wave a hand and upgrade someone else’s system?
Game over. How could anyone compete with that?
Hell, maybe their systems were all created by Young Master Jiang in the first place!
Xu Mo stole a glance at Chen Hao beside him.
This guy had a "Screw-You-Dad System," and his sister was Jiang Che’s woman. Could it be...
Holy sht! The more he thought about it, the scarier it got!
Xu Mo didn’t dare dwell on it. From now on, he’d keep his distance from Chen Hao.
"Young Master Jiang!!! From this day forward, I, Xu Mo, will charge into battle for you! I’ll lay down my life without hesitation!"
Xu Mo suddenly dropped to his knees, so abruptly that even Chen Hao and the others were startled.
But if the leader was kneeling, they had no choice but to follow suit.
Jiang Che: "..."
...
In the end, the entire Fate’s Chosen Association became Jiang Che’s underlings.
But Jiang Che couldn’t be bothered to manage them—might as well let Chen Hao, the walking jinx, use them for experience points.
The real prizes were high-level Fate’s Chosen like Xu Mo and Xu Rong.
Only those with high-tier fate were worthy of serving under him.
"Oh, Young Master Jiang! Since you’re so powerful... would you like to visit our Fate’s Chosen Association headquarters? We have many mysterious artifacts passed down from ancient times!"
"And we have our own system store, filled with rare treasures!"
Jiang Che’s eyes lit up.
Now that’s a conversation worth having!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
