In the darkness of night.
A beat-up Tesla luxury car flickered its lights as it sped past.
The vehicle was packed to the brim.
At the wheel was Lin Chen, while in the passenger seat sat Shangguan Qianqian, her wrists bound—clearly forced into the car.
In the back row, An Yi was sandwiched between two burly, flattering monks who had squeezed him into an impossibly tight space.
"Brother Chen, that last move of yours was absolutely legendary! A single strike froze the entire battlefield!"
"Yeah, Brother Chen has always been a beast! Remember how he used to beat us up as kids? Those fists—just thinking about them makes my head ache!"
Long and Hu chuckled as they showered An Yi with praise.
Lin Chen, gripping the steering wheel, said coldly, "I'm Lin Chen."
Long and Hu fell silent, turning to An Yi for confirmation.
An Yi sighed and nodded.
These two idiots wouldn’t believe anyone else—they still thought he was Lin Chen!
"Damn! I knew it! Brother Yi is handsome and dashing—no way he’s Lin Chen! I could tell back at the auction!"
"Right! That poker face of his just pisses me off! The more I look at him, the more I want to punch him!"
Long and Hu took turns hurling insults, their faces twisted into menacing scowls as they challenged Lin Chen.
"Listen up, Lin! We’ve spent ten years training at Lantuo Temple—we’re not the same pushovers you used to beat up!"
"We came down the mountain just to settle the score! Pull over! Let’s settle this once and for all!"
An Yi’s face darkened.
These two morons!
Their deep, booming voices were deafening—especially with one on each side!
Lin Chen glanced at them through the rearview mirror and said calmly, "Shut up."
In an instant, a chilling aura filled the car.
The two loudmouths fell silent as if their power cords had been yanked.
Long, trying to save face, muttered weakly, "Fine, I’ll shut up. Like I’m scared or something."
Hu echoed in an equally subdued tone, "Yeah, whatever."
An Yi: "..."
After the battle at Hejia Huan, Chen Bing, who had gathered everyone, vanished just as quietly as he had arrived.
Bai Xiu, Qin Shan, and Liu Dachao had taken a taxi here and now insisted on staying in Yunzhou City for a few days to have some fun before heading back.
Fang Jueming, who was learning martial arts at Wu's Martial Arts School nearby, had walked over.
With Lin Chen in a hurry to return, An Yi naturally chose to hitch a ride—and forcibly dragged Shangguan Qianqian along.
This woman was suspicious. He had to uncover her secrets!
Plus, she was a "Chosen One"—no way he was letting her go!
An Yi gazed out the window, lost in thought.
He had encountered someone from the Prison Envoy clan, which likely meant the Hundred Ghosts Sect had ties to the Skyreach Tower of the Ancient Continent.
His expression turned grim.
He wasn’t sure if the Hundred Ghosts Sect knew his true identity.
But if they did, they wouldn’t have sent just one envoy.
Back then, they had issued a Divine Decree just to capture him!
An Yi closed his eyes.
He needed to build his own power in this world.
With that thought, he checked the organizational chart of his Asura Sect.
He had taken the position of Sect Leader, with Lin Chen as the Grand Elder and Bai Xiu as the Second Elder.
Qin Shan and Liu Dachao were in charge of the Training Hall and Enforcement Hall, respectively.
Long and Hu were the Left and Right Protectors.
An Yi pondered for a moment before asking the car’s occupants, "Why did you all choose to join the Asura Sect?"
The car fell dead silent.
Long blinked in confusion. "Brother Yi, wait… the Asura Sect is real?"
Hu nodded eagerly. "I thought you made it up! Turns out it’s legit!"
An Yi’s eye twitched. "Then why the hell were you two calling yourselves Left and Right Protectors?"
"Well, you said you were the Sect Leader. We couldn’t just follow you without cool titles, so I made it up," Long said matter-of-factly.
Hu added, "Yeah, I just copied him."
An Yi’s forehead creased with frustration.
If they could just assign themselves titles, what was the point of him being Sect Leader?
Lin Chen, still gripping the steering wheel, said seriously, "Don’t look at me. This woman started shouting about the Asura Sect, so I just went along with it."
He had no idea what the Asura Sect was.
But if An Yi was the leader, that was enough.
During fights, shouting "I’m from the Asura Sect!" was a great way to redirect blame.
It also served as a reminder to the Hundred Ghosts Sect—if they wanted revenge, they should go after An Yi first. He was the mastermind!
Lin Chen was just a small-time bodyguard in Jiangbei City, barely involved in any of this.
An Yi’s face remained expressionless.
Shangguan Qianqian’s cold eyes gleamed with interest. Others might not know, but she understood the Asura Sect’s significance.
With a hint of curiosity, she asked, "So… can we really choose any position we want? What if I wanted to be Vice Sect Leader?"
Ding! Asura Sect Vice Sect Leader: Shangguan Qianqian!
An Yi’s eyes nearly popped out of his skull as the system updated the sect’s hierarchy, adding "Vice Sect Leader" under her name.
Was this a joke?! This woman had just waltzed in and become Vice Sect Leader?!
In the Asura Sect, the Vice Sect Leader oversaw internal affairs—second only to the Sect Leader and the elders!
Furious, An Yi tried to kick her out.
But the system’s cold voice echoed in his mind:
Ding! Host lacks the necessary permissions!
An Yi: "!"
Just then, his phone rang.
It was his disciple, Fang Jueming. An Yi answered. "What’s up, kid? You home yet?"
"Nope. Shuangshuang kicked me out."
Fang Jueming sounded puzzled. "No idea why. She said I was ‘dirty’ and ‘disgusting.’"
An Yi: "..."
"Hey, Master, I heard you talking about the Asura Sect. Can I join?"
Fang Jueming’s voice was hopeful.
An Yi yawned. "Sure. You can be whatever you want—just not Sect Leader."
This so-called Asura Sect felt like a game of make-believe.
No, scratch that—even make-believe had rules!
This was just pure chaos.
Fang Jueming exclaimed excitedly, "Then I want to be the Chief Disciple!"
Ding! Asura Sect Chief Disciple: Fist Emperor Fang Jueming!
An Yi forced a smile. "Congrats. You’re officially the Chief Disciple now."
After hanging up, An Yi pondered the purpose of the Asura Sect.
If he couldn’t even assign positions, what was the point?
Was this just some stupid joke?
Wait—he was still the Sect Leader.
Anyone who joined the Asura Sect was under his command.
Did that mean he could order them around?
Suddenly, An Yi’s face flushed with excitement. He mustered his courage and decided to test a long-held fantasy.
"Hey, Lin Chen… can you bark like a dog for me?"
Lin Chen: "..."
] [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!"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
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.”
