"Hello, young man."
The elderly man dressed in white martial arts attire, exuding an air of immortality, was the first to greet Chen Bing.
Chen Bing quickly stood up and responded politely, "Hello, Elder Cheng."
Cheng Yuanfeng was momentarily stunned, staring at Chen Bing in disbelief. "You've heard of my story?"
"No!" Chen Bing shook his head earnestly. "But your face is filled with stories."
It was then that he realized—this was no longer the endless cycle of July he had known before.
In one of those July cycles, he had once apprenticed under Cheng Yuanfeng.
That was how he knew this seemingly frail old man, who had a penchant for staging accidents to extort money, was far from ordinary.
Cheng Yuanfeng studied Chen Bing thoughtfully before remarking, "You’ve probably been practicing martial arts for less than a month, haven’t you?"
After decades of cultivation, he had developed a keen eye for such things.
Though Chen Bing’s body surged with formidable energy, there were no signs of long-term training.
Chen Bing remained composed and replied casually, "That’s true."
Every time after July 31st, he would reset—returning to July 1st.
Even if he had attained immense power by the 31st, everything would vanish upon returning to the first.
But one thing remained unchanged: his consciousness and memories persisted.
Everything imprinted in his mind—skills like music, chess, calligraphy, painting, and martial techniques—remained intact.
The reason Chen Bing had reached such heights in just a month was because he had consumed a miraculous pill!
That pill was said to originate from a mysterious ancient land.
In one of his cycles, he had stumbled upon this knowledge and, through meticulous planning and repeated resets, finally obtained and ingested it.
As a result, his power skyrocketed overnight!
In just two or three days, he had already reached the peak of Mingjin-level strength!
Cheng Yuanfeng stroked his beard, a sly smile forming. "Fortuitous encounters are a kind of destiny. Young man, I see extraordinary potential in you. I have a little trick—would you like to learn it?"
"This one?"
Chen Bing smiled as if he already knew. With a flick of his wrist, a powerful gust of wind gathered in his palm.
He swung his hand, and an air-formed blade sliced toward a stone sculpture in the park.
Crack!
The four-meter-tall sculpture was cleanly split in half!
Cheng Yuanfeng:
A genius is someone who, after being taught a few times, masters the skill through comprehension and practice.
A prodigy is someone who grasps it perfectly after seeing it just once.
A cheater is someone who already knows it before being taught—damn it!
This infuriated Cheng Yuanfeng!
When had his Qi Manipulation Technique been leaked?!
Chen Bing gazed at Cheng Yuanfeng, suddenly recalling something, and spoke up, "Elder Cheng, some things are better left in the past. It’s for everyone’s good."
At these words, Cheng Yuanfeng’s eyes widened in shock. "How could you know?! You—!"
Chen Bing bowed respectfully and said calmly, "I’m just a passerby. Take care, Elder Cheng."
With that, Chen Bing turned and walked away.
He had somewhere to be—Jiangbei City!
That guy named An Yi was definitely suspicious!
And then there was that girl, Shen Muxuan.
She was the only one who could actively perceive him and disrupt the original course of events!
After some reflection, Chen Bing finally realized what was different.
Logically, everyone else moved like scripted characters, following their predetermined paths.
He, with his knowledge of the "plot," had the power to alter those paths.
But it seemed there was another person who could do the same—Shen Muxuan!
Across countless cycles, that girl had been a wildcard!
How had he not noticed sooner?!
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"An Yi, didn’t you say you were going out to make money?"
In the living room, Shen Muxuan mopped the floor while glancing at An Yi.
An Yi lounged on the sofa, lazily flipping through TV channels. "Money is the easiest thing to get in this world. Right now, the priority is enjoying life."
With his Demon Fund, all he had to do was shake down a couple of rich kids, and the money would roll in!
He had two targets in mind.
One surnamed Qiu.
The other, Gu.
Well, might as well start with a small goal—say, earning a hundred million!
Ding! System notification: Host’s insight is exceptional. Reward: +5 Spirit Points!
The Rogue System’s voice echoed in An Yi’s mind.
An Yi scoffed.
This trashy system got excited whenever he did something bad and started handing out rewards!
Then again, this was technically following the Rogue System’s path.
As a rogue, if he wasn’t robbing, pillaging, and wreaking havoc, what right did he have to call himself one?!
A breaking news alert flashed on the TV:
"On July 31st at 4 AM, sixteen rogue martial artists broke into homes in Yandu, committing robbery and assault. The Capital Law Enforcement Bureau dispatched three chief enforcers—Zhou Shoujun, Wang Dong, and Zheng Yijian—who killed eight on the spot, severely injured six, and arrested two. To uphold social justice—"
An Yi’s face darkened as he silently turned off the TV.
Shen Muxuan blinked curiously. "Why’d you turn it off?"
An Yi declared righteously, "Boring news isn’t worth watching. Making money is the priority! Lazing around on the sofa at this age? What a decadent, lifeless existence!"
Shen Muxuan gripped the mop handle, staring at him in disbelief.
How could such words come out of your mouth?!
"Since you’re free… maybe do some chores?" she asked hopefully, batting her lashes.
Last night, in a moment of weakness, she had agreed to handle all the housework.
Now, the floors had to be mopped twice a day!
The worst part? Not only did she have to wash his underwear, but she also had to clean up those crumpled tissues in his room!
"Every day I laze around, I lose a hundred grand. A hundred grand—do you understand?!"
An Yi sighed dramatically. "If only I hadn’t thrown myself down. My back’s all scraped up now. Who knows if it’ll leave lasting damage? Maybe I’ll spend the rest of my life bedridden…"
Shen Muxuan’s eyes reddened. After all, he had shielded her last night, leaving his back scorched and his shirt torn in several places.
"Then I’ll head to work first. Rest well at home. I left breakfast for you—make sure you eat it!"
Still worried, Shen Muxuan gave a final reminder before leaving.
"Go on. You’re just working downstairs—no need for a farewell!"
An Yi waved her off with a yawn.
His mind, however, was already plotting his next money-making scheme!
Five million wouldn’t last forever—he needed it to stay alive!
Relying on Shen Muxuan’s meager salary could barely support one person, let alone two.
Right now, he had two options to earn cash.
First: theft.
Risky, but with Lv.4 Pilfering Hands and Lv.3 Lockpicking, he’d be unstoppable.
In under a month, he’d dethrone Jiangbei’s reigning thief king.
But he wasn’t interested. As the young master—ahem, as a top student at Donghai University, he couldn’t stoop to petty crime. It was beneath him.
Otherwise, he’d have gotten rich off Pilfering Hands ages ago.
Second: medicine.
His medical skills were decent, but most terminal illnesses were beyond him.
To reach the level of reviving the dead, he’d need at least Lv.5!
Plus, to make real money, he’d have to target wealthy patients and charge exorbitant fees.
However, wealthy people don’t exactly wear their status on their faces—how would he even know when one of them fell seriously ill? He had no connections for that!
An Yi lounged on the sofa, idly debating whether to reach out to the hospital’s deputy director for some extra income while fiddling with items inside the Rogue System.
Suddenly, An Yi froze as his eyes landed on the system.
Jade Beauty Elixir!
How could he have forgotten about this?
] [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!"
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
