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!
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.
lanned to earn money steadily and take life at a slower pace. But he never expected... his father's remarriage, and the stepmother bringing along a dependent, would completely disrupt his life's plans...
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?!
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!
