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.
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
