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.
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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
