The next day.
Early morning.
【I am Qin Luo】
【When you see this message】
【I have already.......】
【gone out to buy groceries (◍•ᴗ•◍)❤】
Su Muwan, who had just woken up and wandered to the dining table, fell silent as she stared at the note in her hand, which was emitting dark smoke.
Two seconds later.
Snap!
She tossed away the note made of black mist, her pupils trembling.
Seriously?!
Qin Luo, are you okay?!
You made it sound like you got dragged into some bizarre incident again!
Ugh, can anyone relate? Ever since Qin Luo got together with her, he’s become more and more outrageous!
But whatever.
Tummy’s rumbling.
Su Muwan rubbed her stomach, torn between breakfast and lunch.
In the end, she chose snacks.
A moment later.
"Ta-da~!"
Su Muwan piled all the snacks onto the coffee table.
Standing before the table with her arms crossed, she scrutinized the bags of chips with a serious expression.
Tapping her fingers lightly, she muttered to herself, "Should I go for cucumber flavor this time...?"
"Cool and refreshing, with a hint of countryside charm."
"The crisp texture wrapped in that fresh, clean taste... Hmm..."
"No, let’s think again."
Su Muwan shook her head and shifted her gaze to another bag, raising an eyebrow. "Tomato flavor..."
"Rich and robust, like the soul of an Italian tomato meat sauce condensed into every chip, each one coated in the perfect balance of sweet and tangy tomato essence."
"One bite, and the burst of tomato juice—oh wait, no juice."
Then her eyes landed on another bag, and her pupils shrank. Her voice turned grave. "Red stew flavor?!"
"That deep, aromatic blend of spices—onion’s subtle sweetness, tomato’s richness, and the warmth of herbs, all melded together..."
Gasp!
Su Muwan sucked in a sharp breath. This was another flavor she found utterly irresistible!!!
Should she?
Should she go for the red stew flavor?!
Her hand trembled as she reached for the bag, her breathing growing ragged.
The taste of red stew unfolds in layers—first a gentle spice that tingles the taste buds, then a rising sweetness, and finally, the lingering aftertaste of spices dancing on the tongue.
Slurp~
Su Muwan licked her lips, her eyes blazing.
Red stew, you devil... You’re just too tempting!!
But!
But can I really surrender to red stew like this?!
Her face twisted in conflict as she used her left hand to restrain her eager right hand.
Hold on, right hand!!
After finally finishing all that work!!
Can’t you even last one minute before picking the final chip flavor?!
Su Muwan, oh Su Muwan! Is this really you?!
You’re the Martial Arts Supreme! The Grandmaster of Chip Tasting!
Even without Qin Luo around, you can laze around all day.
But!
Will you really fall to red stew flavor?!
The answer is... No!
Only by enduring to the limit can you experience the ultimate bliss when you finally indulge!
Haven’t you proven this yourself, Su Muwan?!
Gritting her teeth, she forcefully yanked her hand back from the red stew chips.
"Huff... Huff..."
Panting, she glared at the bag on the table, her expression one of lingering fear.
You crafty red stew.
Even after I’ve devoured tens of thousands of bags, you still dare to tempt me?!
Even now, you refuse to give up?!
"A formidable foe," Su Muwan murmured, her face deadly serious.
But...
Her eyes swept over the other chip bags. Is there more?
Could there possibly be a flavor more perfect, more enticing, more unforgettable than red stew?!
Does such a thing even exist?!
Her resolve wavered again, and her trembling hand inched once more toward the red stew chips.
Gulp!
She swallowed hard as she stared at the bag.
Think about it, Su Muwan. Nothing surpasses red stew chips in status!
That’s right...
Just relax, Su Muwan. Accept the red stew chips. Indulge in—
But!! Suddenly!!
A mysterious golden light erupted from the corner of the coffee table.
So... So bright!
Su Muwan froze mid-reach, squinting against the glare as she turned toward the source.
And what she saw made her pupils shrink.
That was!!
"Original flavor chips?!!"
BOOM!
Her mind exploded like it had been struck by lightning.
Stunned, she stared at the bag of original chips radiating that golden light, her feet rooted to the spot.
How could I forget?
Her body trembled slightly. Su Muwan... How could you forget?!
Original flavor—seemingly plain, yet the epitome of "returning to simplicity" in the chip world.
Its pure potato aroma is the ultimate tribute to the ingredient’s natural essence.
One bite, and you’re greeted with the earthy, wholesome richness of the potato itself!!
That’s the gift of the soil itself!!
Gasp! Pant!
Su Muwan covered her face, the pressure overwhelming.
No! If anything!!
Original flavor is the GOAT!!
Don’t forget, Su Muwan!
The joy you felt when you first tore open that bag of original chips and took that first bite!
That was—
【Big Sis Su, can I have some chips too?】
【Here】
【Thanks, sis!】
Memories of the past flashed before her eyes.
Even if she’s now the so-called "wicked woman" in people’s stories...
You can’t deny it! Even as a child, she had forged an unbreakable bond with original chips!!
So!
Su Muwan snatched up the original chips and raised them high.
Eyes gleaming, she declared, "I choose you!"
"Original flavor chips!"
The next second.
Riiip~ The bag was torn open.
Crunch crunch!
She stuffed a chip into her mouth, her face lighting up with bliss as her eyes curved into happy crescents.
Between bites, she grabbed a cola and took a huge gulp, the fizz bursting in her mouth with exhilarating sharpness.
"Alright, now let’s try the other flavors too."
Original chips: ???
A short while later.
Crunch crunch~~!
Su Muwan lounged lazily on the sofa in her adorable shark pajamas.
The oversized shark hood drooped loosely behind her, the tail swaying side to side as she moved.
Munching on chips, she scrolled through TikTok.
Don’t get the wrong idea—normally, Su Muwan isn’t this much of a couch potato.
It’s just that with nothing urgent to do, she figured she’d cut herself some slack.
As she’d put it herself...
【As the Martial Arts Supreme, can’t I just chill for once?!】
(Though the "Martial Arts Supreme" title was self-proclaimed, of course...)
Tap tap.
Swiping through videos, she had learned her lesson and created a new account this time.
Username: 【Sharkie in Deep Thought】
Her goal? To see what people online were really saying about her.
] [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!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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.”
