Time moved on.
As the National Martial Duel Championship drew closer, promotional activities around the country became increasingly intense. Posters and slogans about the tournament were everywhere, from streets to alleys.
On the streets, giant screens played promotional videos of the championship, showing highlights of top fighters in action.
Lottery shops opened for contestant betting.
Some bet on the champion, some on which contestant would make it to the top 16, and others on which city would score the highest.
Everyone bought lottery tickets with the hope of getting rich overnight.
Outside a lottery shop.
“Woof!”
A woman wearing sunglasses and a white trench coat came out, pulling a fat dog.
She held her lottery ticket tightly, her eyes serious.
Could she get rich overnight?! It all depends on this lottery ticket!!
Who would win this time?
Huh! That’s a no-brainer!
Su Bailian was confident. She had personally seen Su Muwan annihilate someone at the Peak Realm Late Stage.
Needless to say!
If Su Muwan doesn’t win, she’d eat her words!
“Boqi!”
“Woof?”
“Let’s go! I’ll take you to a fancy dinner tonight!”
“Woof!”
Su Bailian pulled Boqi along, happily deciding to pop some champagne early.
Just kidding, Su Muwan was definitely going to win, so treating herself to a nice meal was like an early celebration!
But... why was she so broke now?
Su Bailian clenched the leash, almost in tears.
Sniff sniff!!
It’s all because of... helping Su Muwan with a confession before! That drained my wallet!
And now, with the tournament going on, I haven’t seen them together recently!
I wonder what they’re up to now!
Su Muwan! If you don’t win this time, I’ll... I’ll move in with you!
As Su Bailian left,
A man dressed in white with a sword stepped before the store.
Before entering, he glanced back at Su Bailian’s retreating figure.
His eyes gleamed with admiration.
What a beautiful girl...
Sigh... his sister was right.
City girls are indeed stunning.
He composed himself and stepped inside.
“Boss, give me a lottery ticket.”
“Oh? Bet on points or ranking?”
“Ranking.”
“For Zhuo Song to make it to the top 16!”
“Coming right up!”
Zhuo Song carefully held the ticket as he left.
He had spent all his money betting on himself to make it to the top 16!
This time, it’s do or die!
As Zhuo Song departed,
Caesar, a muscular man, came swaggering into the shop.
“Boss, give me two tickets.”
“I’ll bet on Caesar as the champion.”
“Got it, boss.”
“By the way, what did that guy just buy?”
“He bet on Zhuo Song making it to the top 16.”
“Tch! What a waste not to bet on me!”
As he spoke,
Ding ding ding~~
Another group of people entered—Huang Lingyu, Huang Lingfeng, Jiang Zixuan, and others.
They looked around and pointed at Qin Luo on the screen: “Boss! We’ll bet on Qin Luo as the champion!”
“Qin Luo?”
The lottery shop owner turned to glance at Qin Luo’s portrait. He chuckled: “Miss, are you sure? Qin Luo? Some have analyzed that his fighting style is too simple—he just slaps people. He doesn’t stand a chance to make it till the end.”
Huang Lingyu immediately got upset and slammed the counter: “What do you mean, ‘just slaps people’? You’re underestimating him!”
“Alright, alright.”
Jiang Zixuan rubbed his cheek and shook his head: “Blind and biased, they have no idea how terrifying Qin Luo’s slap can be.”
“Exactly!”
After they left,
Caesar looked at the screen, his finger pointing at Qin Luo’s portrait.
His eyes narrowed, and a grin spread across his face: “This guy seems to be Su Muwan’s little lackey.”
“Perfect... let me rip him apart right in front of Su Muwan!”
The man behind him let out a sigh, silently grieving for Qin Luo.
As Caesar left,
Dinglingling~!
Another person entered.
It was a gloomy woman with dark circles and a blood-stained doctor’s coat.
“I’ll bet on Jiang City scoring the highest. Oh...”
She glanced at a small slip of paper in her hand and continued in a lethargic tone: “And two tickets on Qin Luo as the champion.”
“Two on Su Muwan as the champion.”
“Two on Su Muwan making it to the top four.”
“One on Su Bailian as the champion.”
“Coming right up, ma’am... but there... there’s no Su Bailian in the contestants...”
“Forget it then.”
The woman left.
More people continued to enter the shop.
Ding ding ding~!
“Lottery tickets, please!”
“Young lady, are you buying tickets for the first time?”
“Yeah! I’m not short on cash, but since I can bet on myself now, I thought I’d give it a try!”
The crowd of veteran gamblers: ........
Su Muwan approached the counter, curiously looking up at the analysis screen.
As she watched...
Su Muwan: 3% support rate (not recommended for betting)
???
“What the—!”
“Are you kidding me?!”
Su Muwan was so furious her entire body trembled.
3% support rate?!
Even if you put Su Bailian’s fat dog in, it wouldn’t have this low!
Discrimination! This is blatant discrimination!
Can’t they tell who’s stronger?
Qin Luo couldn’t help but laugh at the sight of the trembling shopkeeper due to Su Muwan’s anger: “Boss, give me a ticket for Su Muwan as the champion.”
“Oh! Oh! Right away!”
The shopkeeper swallowed hard, nervously printing the ticket.
Wow! Today there are simply too many customers buying lottery tickets!
Su Muwan felt slightly better knowing Qin Luo bet on her to win.
“Qin Luo, it’s nice that you still believe in me...”
But the next moment,
“Also, buy these separately...”
Qin Luo picked up a small notebook and quickly recited: “Rank 16, the ice phoenix from the Northern Border, final score 2200.”
“??”
“Zhao Gang from Wild Plains City, final score 1600.”
“??”
“The Ye Family from the Imperial City...”
“??”
“......”
After listing a bunch of names,
Qin Luo closed the notebook and smiled at the bewildered shopkeeper: “Connect them all together for me.”
The shopkeeper: ???
Su Muwan: ???
Leaving the lottery shop,
Su Muwan happily gazed at the ticket in her hand, then turned to Qin Luo, curiously asking: “Qin Luo, do you know that connecting them means you have to guess all of them correctly?”
Qin Luo nodded: “I do.”
“Then why bet on so many?”
Su Muwan lectured like an experienced gambler: “Qin Luo... small bets are fun, but big bets can hurt...”
Before she could finish,
Qin Luo reached out and ruffled Su Muwan’s hair with a smile: “Young lady, I’m a master of divination.”
Su Muwan was stunned.
Then her expression turned shocked: “What?! Isn’t that cheating?!”
“Isn’t divination prohibited in the league?”
“Who knows I used it?”
“Hey! If you guess all of them correctly, it won’t be obvious?”
Qin Luo looked at Su Muwan and smiled: “Then I’ll have to rely on you, Su Su, to help me then.”
“?”
Calling me Su Su now?
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
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."
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
