Su Muwan hugged her phone, her eyes glued to the screen.
Not that she really cared what others said about her—she just wanted to mindlessly scroll through TikTok.
And it wasn’t like she was specifically looking for clips of herself either.
It’s just that, for some inexplicable reason, typing "SMW" on her keyboard automatically suggested "Su Muwan."
She totally meant to search for "twin tails" to look at pretty girls.
Oh well, since she was already here...
"Let’s see how everyone’s praising me~"
Su Muwan muttered to herself as she swiped through the screen with practiced ease.
Her burner account had already stealthily opened a few videos.
The first one at the top:
[Do You Really Understand Su Muwan?]
Her eyes lit up, and she tapped in.
[Do You Actually Think Su Muwan Is Just a Spoiled Heiress?]
[Think Again.]
Heh, must be a fan.
[She’s just a brute, plain and simple.]
Su Muwan: ???
What the hell?!
[Contemplating Shark] typed a comment: "Are you out of your mind? Su Muwan is not some brute!"
Su Muwan angrily hammered out the reply.
Thanks to the video’s high engagement, responses flooded in almost instantly.
[Netizen A]: "Oh look, Su Muwan’s loyal lapdog is here to defend her."
[Netizen B]: "Seriously, the OP’s being objective. Su Muwan’s always been like this—zero growth in years."
[Netizen C]: "Typical behavior from a brute’s fanbase. ‘Contemplating Shark’? Rumor has it Su Muwan’s favorite pastime is throwing people into shark tanks. Speaks volumes about you."
Su Muwan: "I—?!"
Don’t get mad.
She took a deep breath and clicked on the next video.
A poll this time:
[How Strong Is Su Muwan Really?]
Su Muwan smirked.
Fine, she could admit she had personality flaws.
But when it came to strength?
She eagerly tapped into the options.
[A: Average]
[B: Bottom-tier on TikTok]
Su Muwan: "???"
Excuse me?!
Her grip on the phone tightened, nearly hurling it across the room.
"What kind of stupid poll is this?!"
Rage. Shivers. Cold sweat.
Her stomach twisted in fury—maybe she shouldn’t have opened TikTok today.
The comments were probably a cesspool of slander too.
Bracing for skyrocketing blood pressure, she opened the comment section.
But to her surprise, it was nothing like she expected.
[Netizen A]: "Su Muwan’s strength: [God-tier]. Others’ strength: [Strong]. Voters for this poll: [Already dead]."
[Netizen B]: "Gotta admit, even as a Su Muwan anti, her skills are undeniable. Remember that national martial arts tournament? She solo’d the entire competition."
[Netizen C]: "Facts. Her personality is trash, but her power? Untouchable. Check this clip—her latest fight."
[Netizen 100086]: "Saw it. One palm strike, and those so-called ‘cultivators’ from the Profound Heaven Realm were dust. ‘Cultivators’? More like glorified fighters. They’re nothing next to Miss Su!"
[Netizen D]: "LMAO based! Challenge: Go one day without hating Su Muwan."
[Netizen XXX]: "+1 to the above. Temporarily restoring Miss Su’s human rights."
Su Muwan: "???"
The comments were bizarre, borderline insulting, but…
At least no one was doubting her strength.
Hah…
She exhaled, feeling the tension melt away.
[Netizen E]: "Uh… am I the only one who finds Su Muwan kinda terrifying?"
Su Muwan grinned.
Tap tap tap.
[Contemplating Shark]: "Fear is the natural response to a god."
Replies came instantly.
["Hey buddy, you dropped this—your ID and social security number."]
["Go back to Jiang City. Miss Su says she’ll stop bullying you."]
["LMAO, Shark’s at it again."]
Su Muwan: "???"
Blood pressure rising again.
Nope. Nope.
She inhaled sharply. Stay calm, Su Muwan. Don’t let them get to you.
Time for a distraction.
Oh.
Right.
A sly smile curled her lips as she typed a new search: [Qin Luo].
Not like she cared or anything.
Just… curious about her boyfriend’s popularity.
The results:
[#Qin Luo# Trending: 100B]
[#Qin Luo’s Hands#: 14B]
[#Getting Slapped by Qin Luo Cures Illnesses & Boosts Beauty#: 207.7B]
[#Qin Luo Su Muwan#: 50B]
Su Muwan: "???"
One second. Two. Three.
She slammed the phone closer, scanning the numbers in disbelief.
How the hell is his engagement this high?!
Meanwhile, hers was probably…
#Su Muwan#: 2B
Heh…
Su Muwan forced a smile. "Oh-ho-ho…"
"So… somehow, Qin Luo’s got a little clout online…"
"But the internet’s just a fantasy!"
Her eyes darted to [#Qin Luo’s Hands#].
Hmm?
She tapped in.
Instantly, her screen flooded with close-up videos of Qin Luo’s hands.
"!!!"
Heaven.
She clicked the first one—a compilation of Qin Luo slapping people.
Comments below:
["Let’s be real—aside from his face, Qin-sama’s hands are his best feature."]
["Right?! How are they this perfect? I’d let him slap me any day…"]
["You think you can get slapped? The nobles in Wang City literally bribe him with mansions and theme parks for one hit."]
["They say a slap from Qin-sama cures all suffering. No cap."]
["And boosts your looks! My friend’s cousin’s roommate—"]
["Ugh, these hands are art. But hands off—literally."]
["Wonder who’ll get to enjoy them daily someday?"]
["Uh, hello? Qin-sama’s literally Su Muwan’s lackey. They’re always together. Maybe…?"]
["Nah, Su Muwan’s a martial arts freak. Probably doesn’t even use TikTok."]
["True. Rumor is Qin-sama runs all her accounts."]
The more she scrolled, the giddier she got.
Keh-keh-keh-keh!!!
She writhed on the couch, clutching her phone in euphoric tremors.
HAHAHAHA!!
Sorry, peasants!
What you dream of, I live every day!!
She had to flex.
If she didn’t, she’d explode.
[Contemplating Shark]: "You’ll never believe it, but I play with these hands daily. Just another Tuesday for me~"
Posting it felt amazing—like finally releasing a lifetime’s worth of bottled-up smugness.
It feels so damn good to show off in front of people who actually understand what Qin Luo's hand is capable of.
And soon enough, replies started pouring in.
Su Muwan eagerly glanced at them, grinning to herself.
"Maybe someone’s here to share their experience with me..."
Then—
[Is this a no-laugh challenge? Because I failed.]
[Looks like someone’s high on Pinhaofan (food delivery app) again.]
[Oh, so this is your daily life? You’re really Su Muwan, huh??]
[Did Gobumi escape her cage or something?]
[LMAO, this is peak comedy.]
Ah... ah...
"AAAAHHHH!!!"
No!!
Are you people insane?!
I’m telling the truth, and no one believes me?!
Su Muwan trembled with rage, feeling like she might pass out from sheer frustration.
What the hell is wrong with these idiots?!
Ugh!
Time to drown my sorrows in two more bags of chips.
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!
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] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
