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."
tions: attribute allocation, analysis, proficiency, and simulation. Specializing in mechanical alchemy, from crafting sorcerous battle armor to handcrafting mechanical maidens, his mechanical legion conquers endless realms... Relying on his wits, he begins with a student-teacher romance, wins over a female director, enslaves a female assassin and a underworld queen, becoming the husband of a Grand Duchess... He enslaves the Goddess of Magic from the divine realm, developing his power simultaneously in both the Wizard World and the Realm of Gods...
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
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."
