The late-night street was cold and deserted.
In September, the air already carried a slight chill.
Wang Yuan took a sip of Snowflake Beer, his heart aching with bitterness.
An Yi sipped his Lightning Cola and comforted him, "It's fine, it's fine! So what if you spent nine thousand bucks? Leave it to me! If you're broke, I’ll loan you some high-interest cash!"
Wang Yuan:
"But... but I didn’t even get her number for those nine thousand. Back in the day, I might’ve already won her over by now."
Wang Yuan grumbled pitifully.
An Yi shook his head, "What are you thinking? Even if you succeeded, you’d just get cheated on. Look at me—a clean, single man. No chance of getting cuckolded!"
"Then why did you ask for that older sister’s contact info?" Wang Yuan asked, eyes wide.
An Yi patted Wang Yuan’s shoulder solemnly, "She gave it to me first. The internet’s all fake, Yuan. You can’t handle it."
Finally, An Yi pulled off a smooth interception!
Wang Yuan’s "Destiny Value" finally dropped to zero!
Ding! [Bullying] Mission Complete!
An Yi:
"How is this bullying?!"
Ding! Mission Reward: Subsidiary System [Financial Management]! Evil Power Value +20!
An Yi raised an eyebrow. "An actual system?"
"No way, a tiny mission like this rewards a whole system?"
"So this guy isn’t the ‘God of Wealth’ type?" An Yi felt a pang of existential sorrow.
Without a wealthy bro, his dream of eternal leisure—lounging at home, hugging girls, drinking beer, and watching TV—was shattered.
Now he’d have to go back to being the Boss.
"Making money yourself is exhausting!"
Glancing at the Financial Management System, An Yi wondered if he should give it to Lan Ruoxi.
But after a quick look, his face darkened, and he immediately dismissed the idea.
[Financial Management System]
System Description: For every 1 point of Misfortune suffered, gain 1 point of Ability!
An Yi was intrigued. "It devours Misfortune in exchange for abilities? That’s new."
Ability Exchange Shop:
- Accounting Mastery: 100 Ability Points!
- Word Proficiency: 100 Ability Points!
"Damn, this is useless!"
An Yi’s eyebrows shot up.
"Turns out there’s a system even lamer than just punching things forever."
Misfortune Points:
- Getting beaten up: 10 Misfortune Points!
- Taking the blame: 5 Misfortune Points!
- Being scolded: 1 Misfortune Point!
- Being badmouthed: 1 Misfortune Point!
- Getting a "Nice Guy" card: 5 Misfortune Points!
An Yi skimmed through the list, unimpressed. "Even stingier than the Villain System!"
He didn’t even feel like exploiting a loophole.
"To save up 100 points for some office skills? That’d take forever!"
Scrolling down the endless list of misfortunes, his finger suddenly stopped at the very bottom.
Getting cheated on: 1,000 Misfortune Points!
An Yi gasped, "Holy sht!"
"This is Wang Yuan’s personal system!"
And at the end, it read: [Transferable].
Ugh.
Wang Yuan, now drunk off Snowflake Beer, suddenly bent over the curb and vomited violently.
Between heaves, he sniffled, tears streaming down his face.
"Wh-why am I so unlucky?! As a kid, my pocket money got stolen. As an adult, my girlfriends got stolen. This year’s even worse—every relationship crashes and burns. I’ve been cheated on four times already! Even random thugs beat me up outside school!"
Listening to Wang Yuan’s tearful rant, An Yi sighed deeply.
At the same time, he confirmed one thing:
"This guy is definitely not the protagonist."
"What kind of protagonist gets cuckolded nonstop? A little is fine, but this is ridiculous!"
"An endlessly cheated-on male lead won’t win any fans."
"You know what?"
An Yi’s voice turned serious.
Wang Yuan, still cursing fate and sobbing, saw An Yi’s grave expression and tensed up. "Know what?"
"If a road leads nowhere, turn back. If love isn’t returned, let go. If passion gets no response, know when to stop."
An Yi exhaled and spoke earnestly.
Wang Yuan seemed to ponder this, nodding vaguely.
An Yi clasped his hands behind his back and mused, "When I’m at my lowest, I tell myself: Heaven gave me talent for a reason. These trials are just tempering my will. After so many hardships, nothing can break me anymore. Experience is self-refinement—the more you endure, the stronger you become."
"When Heaven is about to place great responsibility on a man, it first tempers his heart, strains his muscles, starves his body, empties his being, and confounds his every step!"
Wang Yuan’s eyes lit up with sudden inspiration.
"Bro Yi! If Heaven’s torturing me like this, it must be testing me! Tell me—with all this suffering, am I the Chosen One?!"
"Chosen my ass! You’re just a walking tragedy!"
Suppressing the urge to roll his eyes, An Yi patted his shoulder with solemn gravity.
"You guessed right!"
"This Misfortune System was made for you!"
Wang Yuan grinned. "Bro Yi, I’ve decided! I’m going to pursue Miss Lin Mei'er and marry her!"
An Yi’s eyebrow twitched violently.
"Bro, if you die someday, I’ll burn a whole nightclub’s worth of incense for you."
"It all comes down to money. If I were rich, girls would like me, chase me, love me!"
Wang Yuan clenched his fists, teeth gritted.
"Not necessarily. Just look at ‘IV drip—missing your fluid’ guy."
An Yi nodded. "True, money changes everything. What if I gave you an opportunity? Would you take it?"
"Y-you’re giving me that million from the ‘Poison Prince’ compensation?!"
Wang Yuan’s eyes widened in shock.
An Yi:
"Shallow! Money from others can’t compare to earning it yourself! Sure, I took that million, but my noble soul suffers every second!"
An Yi lectured sternly, "Money you earn yourself is the only kind you’ll spend happily. Come work for my company!"
Wang Yuan blinked. "You’re a rich second-gen?"
An Yi smirked arrogantly. "No—I’m the first-gen."
Wang Yuan hesitated, then nodded fiercely.
"Bro Yi, I’ve been unlucky since birth—even people around me get dragged down. You’re the only one who never looked down on me, even invited me in. From now on, I, Wang Yuan, am yours!"
An Yi’s smile froze.
"Wait, the Misfortune affects bystanders too?!"
"And what do you mean ‘yours’? I have a CP!"
Of course, An Yi had no idea that the unlucky guy he’d picked up today would one day fund the entire Asura Sect. [But that’s a story for another time.]
Ding! Recruit [Wang Yuan]?
Hearing the system’s voice, An Yi smirked.
"This guy triggered the system? Maybe he’s not so simple after all."
He casually tapped [Confirm].
Then, he discovered something shocking—Wang Yuan’s loyalty to him was already at a staggering 100 points!
Maxed out instantly!
The only other person who’d given him this treatment was Fang Jueming.
An Yi said coolly, "Bro, I’m giving you something."
Wang Yuan blinked. "What?"
Suddenly, Wang Yuan gasped in disbelief.
"B-Bro Yi, this is…"
"Remember one thing: Getting cheated on isn’t scary. What’s scary is not having the courage to face it!"
An Yi gripped his shoulder firmly.
"If you work under me, no moping around. Understood?"
"YES!"
Wang Yuan roared, tears of passion in his eyes.
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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)
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?!
