A bottle of beauty elixir for 100 million yuan.
In an instant, the entire auction hall fell dead silent.
Countless eyes turned toward Yan Zhi.
Her expression remained calm, showing no reaction after spending such an astronomical sum.
"Honey, I want it! Don’t you want your wife to look youthful and beautiful?"
"Damn it, with 100 million, I could sleep my way through the entire planet!"
"My love, seeing this elixir reminds me of my late mother."
"You dare buy this, you spendthrift woman? I’ll go meet your late mother right now!"
The auction hall descended into chaos over the 100-million-yuan beauty elixir.
"Bro, I told you that guy was a gigolo, but you didn’t believe me."
"I believe it now! He’s clearly a freeloader—looks like those 5 million were just his pocket money!"
Two bald men seated at the back of the auction hall snickered again.
An Yi clenched his fists, summoning an air blade in his palm.
"Damn it, I won’t calm down unless I slaughter these two bald bastards!"
How dare they slander him like this?!
As if he wouldn’t love to freeload if he could!
Ding! Side quest unlocked: [Tyrant]!
Rewards: [Storage Space], +30 Evil Power Value!
Hearing the long-absent voice of the system, An Yi froze momentarily.
"Tyrant?!"
This villain system just leveled up!
Before, the quest names were all low-tier stuff like "stealing," "robbing," or "groping."
Now it’s classy!
An Yi casually tapped open the quest rewards—and his eyes nearly popped out.
[Storage Space (Beginner Tier)]
Description: Capacity—5 cubic meters!
An actual storage space!
Wasn’t this the kind of thing only immortals had in the legends he heard as a kid?
A pocket dimension capable of moving mountains and draining seas! And now, he could have one too!
With this thing, hauling bricks, delivering packages, or setting up a street stall would be a breeze!!!
Suppressing his excitement, An Yi opened the [Tyrant] quest details.
[Tyrant]
Objective: Defeat 10 qualified masters. Progress: 0/10!
Additional Requirement: Establish initial fame to unlock the Reputation function!
"Qualified masters?"
What the hell counted as a "qualified master"? And what was this "Reputation" thing?
An Yi glanced at Yan Zhi beside him.
A marker floated above her head—!
Scanning the auction crowd, he noticed the same above the head of the Surging Waves Sect’s leader.
Zhang Fan had one!
Chen Bing too!
Even the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect!
Upon closer inspection, quite a few people qualified.
But what thrilled An Yi the most was that the two bald men—who looked nothing like Buddhist disciples—also had markers!
Perfect!
Time to slaughter these two sons of bitches!
"130 million!"
"150 million!"
By the time An Yi snapped back to reality, the auction had spiraled out of control.
The auctioneer, having long shed his earlier ethereal demeanor, now stood with rolled-up sleeves, gripping a nearly shattered gavel, his face flushed as he roared like a man possessed.
"150 million, going once! 150 million, going twice! Any higher bids?! Yes! 155 million, going once!"
The competition had reached a fever pitch.
Only a handful remained in the fight:
Yan Zhi, Liu Huimin (CEO of Junru Group), and the yellow-robed beauty from the Harmony Sect.
"155.5 million!"
The yellow-robed beauty gritted her teeth and called out the bid.
Instantly, her disciples turned pale, tearfully pleading:
"Master! We can’t afford this!"
"Have mercy! Even if our whole sect worked ourselves to death, we couldn’t earn this much!"
But the yellow-robed beauty’s gaze at the elixir bottle was one of madness.
What did middle-aged women care about most?
Their looks!
Approaching forty, past her prime, with wrinkles creeping in—the helpless dread of fading youth was worse than death!
Having witnessed its effects, how could she give up now?
She’d do anything to preserve her beauty!
"Bidding just 500K more? How petty!"
Liu Huimin adjusted her gold-rimmed glasses, her plump face oozing disdain as she raised her paddle.
"180 million!"
"Ooooh!! This stunning beauty bids 180 million! Any higher offers?!"
The auctioneer’s voice was hoarse, his judgment blinded by the obscene commission he stood to earn.
"Instead of wasting money on beauty elixirs, she should lose weight first!"
Yan Zhi’s temple vein bulged in anger.
But 180 million was beyond her means.
Liu Huimin lifted her double chin, shooting Yan Zhi a taunting look.
"That fat cow is provoking me!" Yan Zhi snarled, smashing her chair’s armrest.
"Captain Yan, stay calm!" An Yi hurriedly intervened.
Yan Zhi turned to him, teeth clenched. "You! Do you have any money?"
An Yi: "?"
Then she shook her head. "Sorry, I’ve lost my mind—asking you for money!"
An Yi: "..."
Liu Huimin surveyed the room triumphantly. Though neckless, she held her head high.
"200 million."
Boss Nie raised his paddle.
His weathered voice cut through the noise.
The crowd turned to him in shock.
"200 million, going once! 200 million, going twice!"
The auctioneer, hair disheveled, was on the verge of hysterics.
He’d buy a mansion! A sports car! Naked women!
Liu Huimin paled at Boss Nie’s bid.
Truthfully, 200 million wasn’t her limit.
But she didn’t dare counter.
"200 million, three times! SOLD! Congratulations to VIP #153!"
Boss Nie smirked, pulling the mixed-race beauty beside him closer.
"Here, got it for you."
"B-Boss… 200 million?! You’re too good to me!"
Overwhelmed, the beauty buried herself in his chest, nearly sobbing.
The auction crowd watched enviously, wishing they could trade places.
200 million?!
They’d take a bullet for that kind of money!
An Yi frowned, deep in thought.
As expected—
In this world, money ruled all.
With enough cash, even a system-rated 9/10 beauty would throw herself at you!
"Disgusting! Spending that much on a mistress! Is Boss Nie brain-dead?!" Yan Zhi fumed.
An Yi waved it off. "Relax, it’s just beauty elixir. Easy! I’ll handle it."
"Wait—you’re saying you’d spend 200 million on me too?" Yan Zhi pressed, eyes gleaming.
An Yi: "..."
200 million?!
That wasn’t just his life savings—that was five lifetimes’ worth!
He’d meant the next batch of elixirs!
"Look! The final auction item is here!"
Ignoring her hopeful gaze, An Yi abruptly pointed at the stage, feigning excitement.
He had no idea what was being auctioned.
But right now, enthusiasm was mandatory.
The auctioneer smoothed his disheveled hair and announced solemnly:
"Ahem. Our final item is a treasure from the ruins of the Nine Star Palace. Many of you came specifically for this, so without further ado—let’s begin."
He opened an ancient sandalwood box.
Inside lay a weathered manual.
"Ancient martial arts sword technique—Nine Dragon-Slaying Strikes! Starting bid: 100 million!"
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
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."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
