Bing's high school grades weren't great, but he still managed to get into a private vocational college near Yunzhou City. Before the semester started, he realized commuting daily would be exhausting, so he rented a student apartment near the school, only returning home to visit his mom on weekends and holidays.
Bing's full name was Chen Bing.
An ordinary, overworked college junior.
One morning, he woke up—
Another bright, sunlit day. The glaring sunlight pierced through the grimy window of his dimly lit rented room.
Chen Bing yawned, rubbing his bleary eyes as he stirred awake.
It was summer break, and his sleep schedule was completely wrecked.
He was used to mornings like this by now.
Boring. Dull. Unbearable.
After reliving the same morning tens of thousands of times, anyone would be sick to their stomach.
Listlessly, he pushed open the door—and, as expected, his landlady, Mrs. Hu from across the hall, had just stepped out at the same time.
"Mrs. Hu, not working today?" Chen Bing forced a smile, reciting the same script that made him want to vomit.
Mrs. Hu looked surprised, then burst into laughter. "Did summer break fry your brain? It's Sunday!"
"Sunday?" Chen Bing froze, instantly wide awake, as if struck by lightning.
Normally, at this point, Mrs. Hu would invite him to grab fast food for lunch, then ask him to help carry her packages, and then—
But something was clearly off.
July 1st shouldn’t be a Sunday. He had lived through this loop over ten thousand times—he couldn’t be wrong.
"Mrs. Hu, what’s today’s date?" His voice was hoarse, terrified this was just another dream.
Mrs. Hu covered her mouth, giggling. "Kid, did you game all night and lose track of time? It’s August 1st—your summer break’s halfway over."
August 1st!
Chen Bing’s breath hitched. With trembling hands, he pulled out his phone—the screen confirmed it. August 1st.
He’d escaped.
That nightmare of a July time loop—he’d broken free!
The damn cycle was finally over!
"I—"
Chen Bing collapsed to his knees, choking back sobs, tears streaming down his face.
Twelve thousand Julys.
No one knew how he’d survived a thousand years of this.
It’s over!!!
Mrs. Hu stared at his breakdown, bewildered. "Kid, what’s wrong? Come to my place, let big sis cheer you up—"
"AHHHHHH!!!"
Chen Bing let out a primal scream.
Pure euphoria. Uncontainable joy.
He had never, in all his existence, felt this happy.
Mrs. Hu frowned.
She had initially thought this kid was decent-looking—quiet, clean-cut—and had planned to "educate" him, maybe teach him a few moves.
Turns out he was just a freak.
"I’m free!!!"
Chen Bing howled with glee, gripping the rusted railing of the stairwell like a wild ape before leaping off with a roar.
Mrs. Hu shrieked, her face pale.
What the hell?!
This lunatic just jumped?!
"AAAAHHH—"
Her shrill scream echoed through the dingy hallway.
Everything felt new.
Even though he’d seen this world for a thousand years, the shift in time made it all feel vibrant, exhilarating.
Chen Bing, who had just vaulted from the sixth floor, sprinted down the street in pure ecstasy.
Even the sleazy old man in a white martial arts outfit faking a collision with a Land Rover at the intersection looked charming.
As if witnessing the world for the first time, Chen Bing inhaled deeply, savoring the sweetness in the air.
"Old man, are you getting up or not?!"
A middle-aged man in a suit, his belly straining against the fabric, barked in frustration.
"Owwww, I’m dying! Someone call the cops!"
The silver-haired old man, who looked far too spry for someone supposedly hit by a car, writhed dramatically in front of the luxury vehicle.
A crowd gathered instantly, pointing fingers at the suited man.
"Rich bastard hit-and-run! No conscience!"
"Poor old guy got thrown into the flower bed. At his age, he might not make it..."
The suited man panicked at the murmurs. "No, no—I have a dashcam!"
"Then call the cops!"
The old man smirked, utterly unfazed, clearly confident he had the upper hand.
The man’s face darkened.
He had felt the impact, but the old geezer had jumped in front of him!
"Let’s settle this privately. How much?" he growled.
The old man shakily held up one finger.
The man exhaled in relief.
"One million."
The suited man nearly choked.
"You senile bastard! A million?!"
"Bodyguards make 100 million a year! You drive a Land Rover—what’s a million to you?!"
"Damn it, old man—I just got cheated on by my wife. Maybe I should just run you over and enjoy prison!"
As the two argued, the old man’s gaze suddenly flickered toward Chen Bing, who was still sprinting past.
His eyes narrowed.
That aura...
No mistake.
The suited man climbed back into the Land Rover, ready to end it all with the scammer.
At that moment, the old man sprang up like a carp leaping out of water and darted toward the park with the swiftness of a hare.
The man in the suit hurriedly flung open the car door, tears streaming down his face as he wailed, "This old man is clearly faking an accident! Did you see it? Did you? Did you?"
Exhausted, Chen Bing slumped onto a park bench.
After a long moment of reflection, his initial excitement faded, and he sank into deep thought.
What had finally broken the chains of his endless cycle?
After all, he had already relived the same loop—12,000 times!
Yet he had never given up searching for a way to escape it.
He had thrown himself under trains, leaped off cliffs, hanged himself—
or turned into a devil, slaughtering indiscriminately across the world.
But every time he woke up, it was still July 1st.
It felt like a curse.
At one point, he even questioned the reality of the world itself—or wondered if he was just a brain-dead corpse, his mind floating in some lab’s preservation tank.
But why, this time, had he finally broken free?
Had he simply hit the quota?
Chen Bing pondered, then zeroed in on last night.
This cycle had been utterly ordinary. He hadn’t done anything earth-shattering; in fact, for the first half of the month, he’d just used the "Turtle Breathing Technique" to play dead, waiting out the mind-numbing passage of time.
Only last night stood out as suspicious.
After countless repetitions, the script had deviated—without his interference.
That kid who was supposed to die a violent death had survived.
This was the biggest anomaly.
Could the secret to escaping the loop really be saving that guy, An Yi?
Chen Bing’s forehead creased with frustration.
Don’t tell him he’d been stuck in a thousand-year loop just because he’d never bothered to save An Yi before!
No way. Absolutely no way.
His face darkened as he outright rejected the idea.
Just then, an elderly man in white martial arts attire—exuding an air of immortal wisdom—ambled over.
Noticing the newcomer, Chen Bing tensed with surprise and wariness.
This old-timer wasn’t ordinary.
It was the peak of summer, midday, with temperatures hitting 38°C!
Instead of staying home with the AC blasting, he was strolling through the park!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
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."
