No mistake about it!
This guy is absolutely the protagonist!
An Yi's heart was trembling with excitement.
Starting off with a breakup!
Such an age-old cliché!
Even someone like An Yi, who barely reads novels, recognizes this plot!
If he wasn’t mistaken, this must be the male lead of a "God of Wealth" story.
Dumped right at the start, only to suddenly gain a billion-dollar system—or maybe one where flaunting wealth earns him money, or even being a simp pays off. At the very least, he’d join some ultra-rich group chat.
In any case, this seemingly ordinary guy was definitely the protagonist!
Wait… his face looks familiar.
An Yi stared for a moment before it hit him.
Wasn’t this the same guy who got chased and beaten up by Nie Qinglan’s lackeys at the school gate?
An acquaintance, even!
He’d actually saved this guy once!
An Yi couldn’t help but burst into laughter.
Who needs "King of Soldiers"?
Or "God of War"?
Or even "Saint of Medicine"?
Nothing beats the God of Wealth!
Being friends with a tycoon means money is just a word away!
Why bother running a hammer company, working himself to the bone?
Wouldn’t it be better to laze around in a rented apartment with Shen Muxuan, binge-watching soap operas under the AC?
And if the Asura Sect really took off, he could always borrow some cash from his wealthy buddy!
The thought alone made An Yi flush with excitement.
In an instant, his life had newfound purpose!
Of course, the real reason An Yi was certain this guy was the "Chosen One" was his Destiny Value.
It wasn’t 100!
Nor was it in the high 80s or 90s like Fang Jueming’s.
It was 40!
The lowest Destiny Value An Yi had ever seen!
Unbelievable!
Ordinary people usually hovered around 50+, with 60 being average. Those with better luck might hit 70.
But maintaining a 70 was already as rare as phoenix feathers!
Anything too high or too low was absolutely suspicious!
An Yi stroked his chin, deep in thought.
Wait, according to the usual script, a rich, arrogant antagonist should show up right about now to stir the pot!
Sure enough, at that very moment—
A Ferrari roared onto the scene, screeching to a halt at the school gate.
The door swung open.
A man in a sleek suit, with slicked-back hair and a powdered face, stepped out of the luxury car.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Another familiar face—this was Wang Shengli, the same guy who’d been chasing Yan Zhi before.
"Shengli! You’re finally here!"
The moment Gao Tiantian saw Wang Shengli, she flung herself into his arms like a swallow returning to its nest.
Wang Shengli smirked, wrapping an arm around her slender waist. "Just here to see you, babe."
"You’re an hour late! Do you know how much damage an hour under the sun does to a girl’s skin? What if I get dark and ugly? You… you wouldn’t dump me because of that, would you?" Gao Tiantian pouted.
Watching this, Wang Yuan felt like his heart was bleeding.
When he was her boyfriend, he’d never let her suffer even a second of hardship!
Wang Shengli curled his lips into a devilish grin. "Then… how about I make it up to you tonight at the Phoenix Song Hotel?"
Gao Tiantian’s face flushed. "You’re so bad."
Wang Yuan’s expression darkened.
They were all college students—adults!
He knew exactly what that meant!
Seeing the girl’s shy reaction, Wang Shengli’s smirk widened.
Now he finally understood—what was the point of playing the devoted lover?
After chasing that woman for so long, he later found out she was actually a law enforcer—and a high-ranking one at that!
Whatever. She disappeared after a few days anyway.
Now, Wang Shengli had an epiphany: lower your standards, and women are everywhere!
He wasn’t exactly handsome, and his brain was mostly empty, but who cared when his dad was loaded?
He’d just won the birth lottery—born into wealth! What could anyone do about it?
Take this girl, for example. He hadn’t spent a single cent on her.
But just because of his rich-kid status, she’d thrown herself at him. Wang Shengli couldn’t have refused even if he wanted to!
Today, to secure a date, she’d waited for him at the gate for who knows how long.
He’d casually played games for an hour before bothering to show up. Yet, here she was, still sweet-talking him like he was her darling!
Money really is the best!
Wang Shengli marveled once more.
"So, this guy… your ex?"
Wang Shengli narrowed his eyes at Wang Yuan, his tone indifferent.
Gao Tiantian hurriedly clarified, "Shengli, don’t misunderstand! I cut ties with him ages ago. He’s the one who keeps harassing me! I… I’ve given everything to you, Shengli. You know that!"
Hearing this, Wang Yuan’s face twisted in agony.
Everything?
He’d barely held her hand—never even kissed her!
Yet she’d let this bastard have—
Wang Shengli chuckled. "Relax, Jingjing. I’m not the jealous type. A real man has a broad heart."
Gao Tiantian blinked. "Uh… my name’s Tiantian."
Wang Shengli grinned, pinching her nose. "Right, my mistake. Liu Tiantian."
Gao Tiantian: "..."
"Enough!"
Wang Yuan roared, his entire body trembling with rage.
He glared at Gao Tiantian, voice cracking. "Tiantian, Wang Shengli is a notorious playboy! You know that, right?"
Gao Tiantian’s face turned icy. "Stop slandering him! Shengli told me everything—that girl was shameless, and he even compensated her afterward."
In her eyes, whether Wang Shengli was a playboy didn’t matter. As long as he had money, that was enough!
Being his girlfriend meant allowances, designer bags, luxury cosmetics—anything was better than scraping by with this loser who hesitated over a steak dinner.
What had she been thinking, dating this penniless nobody?
"Tiantian, don’t believe him! He’s lying! He’s seeing multiple girls at once!" Wang Yuan pleaded weakly.
"Enough, Wang Yuan. I came today to make it clear—stop bothering me. Goodbye."
With that, Gao Tiantian let Wang Shengli pull her close.
Wang Shengli sneered, flipping Wang Yuan the bird. "Pathetic loser! Who the hell are you? Daring to steal my woman?"
Wang Yuan’s face purpled with rage, his vision swimming.
Again… and again… and again!
Goddammit!
Just then—
A figure streaked across the scene, a sandal-clad foot smashing straight into Wang Shengli’s face.
Wang Yuan gaped in shock.
Who the hell is this guy?
The attacker was none other than An Yi.
He knew exactly what was happening—the God of Wealth protagonist was facing the most humiliating moment of his life.
And if he stepped in now, he’d max out his favorability in one move!
Gao Tiantian stared, mesmerized by An Yi’s dramatic entrance, her cheeks tinged pink.
This guy is so handsome!
Wang Shengli clutched his bleeding nose, glaring furiously. "What the hell is your problem?!"
An Yi pointed coolly at Wang Yuan. "This is my bro."
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!
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
] [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!"
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?!
