Stepping out of the hospital ward, An Yi took a bite of an apple as he walked, scanning his surroundings.
This was a hospital—patients were everywhere. He pondered whether he could pick up some extra cash on the side.
Appendicitis, acute gastroenteritis, migraines, hemorrhoids, irregular menstruation...
An Yi swept his gaze across the entire floor before tossing the apple core aside, ready to give up.
These minor ailments didn’t even warrant his intervention.
Continuing his search would be like fishing for a needle in the ocean.
Meanwhile.
A bespectacled young man peeked out cautiously from around the stairwell corner.
He held a notebook, sketching a few flowcharts.
After much deliberation, he still couldn’t figure out why An Yi was peering into every ward.
This guy was as baffling as ever.
Chen Bing shook his head after drawing several versions, then crossed out the flowcharts with his pen.
An ordinary person’s lifespan was, at most, a hundred years—but he had been reincarnating for a thousand, equivalent to ten lifetimes.
During those endless cycles of time, Chen Bing had wandered nearly every corner of the Earth out of sheer boredom.
But with over seven billion people on the planet, he couldn’t possibly know every single one.
The Great Xia Nation alone had 1.4 billion!
An Yi was merely an intriguing passerby he had stumbled upon by chance, which piqued his interest enough to study him for nearly ten reincarnations.
Of course, he never would’ve guessed that this guy would turn out to be the key to ending his cycle of rebirth!!!
If only he had gathered more data over a few more cycles.
Chen Bing sighed faintly.
Based on the current analysis, this kid was still an enigma.
What kind of lousy doctor are you? And you call yourself a deputy director?!
"Miss Tang, I’m sorry, but given the current condition, we can only treat your grandfather with milder traditional Chinese medicine."
"Chinese medicine?! Are you out of your mind?! The Great Qing Nation is long gone, and you’re still peddling this scam?! If anything happens to my grandfather, I’ll tear this hospital down!"
Inside the VIP ward.
A ponytailed girl with striking features was in a furious rage, screaming at the deputy director with unrestrained fury.
On the hospital bed lay an elderly man with an imposing demeanor, now pale-faced and grimacing in pain. Even a layman could tell his condition was critical.
The deputy director’s forehead was drenched in sweat, enduring the verbal onslaught without daring to retort.
He was truly helpless!
The old man’s heart was failing—there was simply no cure!
Though he didn’t know the Tang family’s exact background, the deputy director could tell from their appearance that they were people of influence.
And with the girl’s fiery temper, things could get ugly...
Tang Xiaoya watched her grandfather’s deteriorating state with mounting panic.
They had been on their way back from visiting relatives in Yunzhou City when, while passing through Jiangbei City, her grandfather suddenly fell ill.
And these so-called doctors in Jiangbei couldn’t do a damn thing! Resorting to Chinese medicine of all things!
As a fresh graduate, she felt utterly lost in this situation.
"What’s going on here?"
An Yi strolled in with his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an air of calm authority.
The deputy director spotted him and immediately shot him a warning look.
Kid, this isn’t the time to show off—you’ll get caught in the crossfire!
Can’t you see this is the eye of the storm?!
Tang Xiaoya cast a cold glance at An Yi.
Already seething with frustration, she had no patience for some random guy barging in.
An Yi sized her up.
Her delicate features were accentuated by light makeup, her beauty undeniable.
Dressed in a white tracksuit, her figure wasn’t fully visible, but he estimated she’d score at least an 8.5 out of 10.
Chen Bing, who had been tailing An Yi, froze momentarily upon seeing Tang Xiaoya.
Why is she here? According to the timeline, she should still be in Yunzhou City yesterday.
"Who are you?! What are you doing here?!"
Tang Xiaoya didn’t hold back, immediately launching into a tirade.
An Yi frowned slightly.
Honestly, he wasn’t fond of hot-tempered women like her.
Compared to someone gentle and serene like Lan Ruoxi or adorably naive like Shen Muxuan, she wasn’t his type.
"I’m here to treat your grandfather. If you’d rather let him die, I’ll walk away right now," An Yi snapped.
"You?!"
Tang Xiaoya looked him up and down with undisguised disdain.
Dressed in cheap clothes and sandals—he looked like some street punk!
But the deputy director’s eyes lit up with hope. "Mr. An, y-you can help?"
In his eyes, the old man was already beyond saving—modern medicine had no solution.
They were just waiting for the inevitable.
Yet An Yi claimed he could treat him!
Maybe this kid really could do it!
The deputy director’s face flushed with excitement. He had personally witnessed An Yi’s miraculous acupuncture skills!
Seeing the deputy director’s reverence toward An Yi, Tang Xiaoya’s expression shifted, a glimmer of hope surfacing.
This man was the deputy director, one of the top doctors in the hospital. If he held An Yi in such high regard, maybe there was a chance!
"I apologize for my rudeness earlier. Please, if you can save my grandfather, the Tang family will reward you handsomely!" Tang Xiaoya said earnestly.
An Yi glanced at her, then checked the old man’s pulse before stating flatly, "You got him here just in time. He can be saved."
The deputy director nearly jumped for joy. "Then we leave it to you, Mr. An!"
"Easy. But first, let’s get this straight—this is a life-saving procedure. My fee is 100,000."
An Yi pulled out a set of silver needles from his sleeve.
Tang Xiaoya’s eyes widened. "What are you doing? Acupuncture?!"
"What else?" An Yi rolled his eyes.
"Are you insane?! Using some TV drama nonsense on my grandfather?! If anything goes wrong, I’ll kill you!"
Tang Xiaoya’s chest heaved with anger as she gritted her teeth.
This woman is insufferable.
An Yi put the needles away. "Fine, let him die then. I’m not treating him."
"N-no, Mr. An! Saving a life is a noble deed—please don’t be rash!" The deputy director panicked.
"Then I’m raising my price. One million," An Yi said casually.
Tang Xiaoya’s face twisted in outrage. "A million?! You’re just a scammer preying on us! Chinese medicine is all a fraud!"
In this world, traditional Chinese medicine had been reduced to a half-baked pseudoscience, no better than snake oil in the eyes of most people.
Entrusting her grandfather to someone like this? Unthinkable!
"X-Xiaoya... don’t be... unreasonable..."
The old man struggled to speak, his breathing labored as he looked at An Yi. "My granddaughter... has a temper... Please... proceed..."
Tang Xiaoya glared at An Yi. "If you actually cure my grandfather, I’ll give you five million!"
"Deal."
An Yi met her gaze coolly. "But once he’s healed, you’ll say ‘Chinese medicine is not a fraud’—a hundred times."
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.”
] [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!"
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."
villain is the number one simp for the book's leading female protagonist, Shen Wan'er. As expected, he later becomes a tool for the main character to show off and slap faces, ultimately meeting a tragic end with his family ruined and his life in shambles. Fortunately, he awakens the [Universal Pure Love System], which allows him to earn points by performing acts of pure love. To change his fate, Gu Yan makes a decisive choice to seek warmth and companionship with the book's biggest villain—Cold Qingqiu. ........... My name is Leng Qingqiu. To find the murderer who killed my parents years ago, I deliberately blinded myself so that everyone would lower their guard around me. Just as I was secretly accumulating power and capital according to my initial plan, a man walked into my world. "Lengleng, Qingqing, Qiuqiu, which nickname do you prefer?" I don't like any of them. You'd better leave quickly! "Why aren't you saying anything? How about I call you my baby wife?" Leng Qingqiu thinks to herself, this man is truly annoying! (Stubborn pure love warrior + single female lead + true pure love + 1v1)
