Hold on tight!
An Yi said, leaping straight off the rooftop.
Thud!
Dust scattered everywhere as the two landed firmly on the ground.
Shangguan Qianqian clung tightly to An Yi, her face pale, still shaken from the experience.
"Just jumping off a building! Why did you have to sprint like that?!"
An Yi patted her back. "Hey, we’ve already landed."
"Mm."
Shangguan Qianqian nodded, her beautiful eyes flickering with emotion.
"Shangguan Qianqian?! Is that really you?!"
Suddenly, a girl’s delighted voice rang out.
The newcomer was none other than Nie Qinglan!
She had spotted a man holding a woman, and when she realized the woman was Shangguan Qianqian, she couldn’t help but exclaim in excitement.
Then, Nie Qinglan quickly covered her mouth, realizing she might have interrupted an intimate moment.
Wait—
Nie Qinglan froze as if struck by lightning, momentarily stunned.
The man holding Shangguan Qianqian…
Was actually An Yi!!!
Her boyfriend was embracing her idol.
This… this…
"The sky is falling, folks!"
"Qinglan, what are you doing here?" An Yi asked, puzzled.
Nie Qinglan pouted, her voice full of grievance. "I went to the cinema to look for you last night and waited the whole night, but you never showed up."
"Then why didn’t you just call?!"
A vein throbbed on An Yi’s forehead.
Had this girl really waited for him all night?
Seeing the dark circles under her eyes, even his stone-cold heart felt a twinge of guilt.
Nie Qinglan whined, "Your number doesn’t even work! A long time ago, whenever I called, you’d always say you were smoking a cigar. After two times, you blocked me."
An Yi: "..."
Now he remembered.
This girl was too much of a handful. Back then, to avoid her pestering, he’d given her Ding Renfeng’s number instead… Ahem, not important.
Shangguan Qianqian pondered for a moment before looking at Nie Qinglan. "So you’re Nie Qinglan?"
She was inwardly shocked.
Empress Nie Qinglan?!
The underground ruler who unified Xia Country’s shadow factions?
In her past life, Nie Qinglan had been her idol!
Throughout history, few women had ever achieved such heights.
What surprised Shangguan Qianqian was that the current Nie Qinglan still acted like a rebellious teen.
"Yes, yes! I’m Nie Qinglan! Oh my god, my idol knows my name! Shangguan Qianqian, I adore you! You know, ever since you debuted two years ago, I’ve followed everything you’ve done—your songs, your dramas, I’ve watched them all! Especially the movie Where is Diaochan?—I bought tickets and watched it over a dozen times in theaters…"
Nie Qinglan’s eyes sparkled as she gushed like an excited fangirl, chattering nonstop.
This left Shangguan Qianqian both flattered and overwhelmed.
She realized that the larger-than-life figures from her past life weren’t as untouchable as she’d thought after being reborn.
Take the leaders of the Asura Sect, for example.
An Yi, the sect master known for dominating the world and slashing through the heavens, was actually a shameless, sleazy loser!
Lin Chen, the Grim Reaper, was just a scheming jerk.
Bai Xiu, the Nightmare, was a perpetually drowsy dead-fish-eyed guy.
Fang Jueming, the Fist Emperor, was a justice-obsessed, slightly dumb little twink!
And then there was Chen Bing, the sect’s strategist nicknamed "Thousand Schemes"—just a four-eyed nerd…
Shangguan Qianqian suddenly felt that maybe she could handle the role of vice-sect master after all.
Truthfully, the real authority in the sect lay with the sect master and the elders.
Her position as vice-sect master was more like a chief of staff—responsible for managing internal affairs and keeping things running smoothly.
Important? Sure. Indispensable? Not really.
Come to think of it, in her past life, the Asura Sect hadn’t even had a vice-sect master…
"Qianqian, why are you with An Yi…?"
After rambling for ages, Nie Qinglan finally circled back to the burning question.
Shangguan Qianqian replied seriously, "An Yi is my boss!"
"He’s your boss?!"
Nie Qinglan’s jaw dropped in disbelief.
Unthinkable!
Inconceivable!
Even though she often jokingly called An Yi "Boss" and pretended to be his secretary, Nie Qinglan had never taken it seriously.
What kind of boss walked around in flip-flops and cheap clothes, leading a bunch of small-time thugs?!
Ahem. "Well, I’m planning to start an entertainment company. Shangguan Qianqian is my first signed artist," An Yi declared calmly.
The epitome of low-key flexing!
Right now, he almost had the aura of a seasoned capitalist.
Ding! Side Quest: [Establish an Entertainment Company]! Reward: Secondary Profession [Singer]! Villain Points +100!
The moment the thought crossed his mind, the Villain System delivered a new mission.
An Yi: "..."
He wanted to curse.
The Asura Sect, which he’d somehow ended up founding, was already giving him a headache.
And now this entertainment company mission?!
He’d only just had the idea!
Why did the task pop up so fast?!
This Villain System was getting more and more ridiculous.
Suddenly, he missed the old days when it assigned him petty tasks like stealing, groping, robbing, and extorting.
Nie Qinglan’s eyes widened in amazement. "Really?! Then… do you need my help? I’m really interested in acting! I can sing too—my underlings all say I sound amazing…"
She wasn’t cut out for stardom.
If she could’ve made it in the industry, her father’s underworld connections would’ve turned her into a princess overnight—resources, promotions, hype, they could’ve forced her into the spotlight!
But in the end, since her only talent was her pretty face (with zero skills in singing, dancing, or acting), she’d been forced to "further her studies" at Donghai University.
Seeing Nie Qinglan’s excitement, An Yi had a sudden idea. He placed a hand on her shoulder.
"In that case, I’ll leave the task of setting up the entertainment company to you! Go for it!"
Nie Qinglan: "..."
] [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!"
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!
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!
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?!
