Who is the chosen one?
It’s Lin Chen, of course!
Evil Power Value is incredibly hard to obtain!
He only gets rewarded with 10 or 20 points when completing tasks.
Relying on these sporadic increments to grow stronger is nothing short of a pipe dream. A whole year has passed, and even now, he’s only slightly stronger than an ordinary person.
However, he distinctly remembers that Lin Chen’s Destiny Value had already reached 99 points, but now it’s dropped back again!
What on earth happened to him?
...
Meanwhile.
By the artificial lake in the Jiangbei villa district.
Lin Chen sat cross-legged on the lawn, surrounded by swirling energy.
A white mist-like aura enveloped his figure, making him appear hazy.
Slowly, he opened his eyes.
A glint of light flickered in his gaze, revealing a hint of joy.
He had broken through!
Today was the day!
After ten long years of accumulation, the spiritual energy within his body had finally surged past the barrier!
Hum!
The jade pendant in his pocket emitted a flickering emerald light.
Lin Chen’s lips curled into a smile.
His strength had now ascended to a whole new level!
The decade-long buildup had resulted in a massive rebound! From now on, his progress could be described as advancing a thousand miles a day.
Lin Chen could gradually feel himself growing stronger!
As long as his strength was solid, he could return to the organization and uncover the truth.
During the last mission, he was the only one left alive—his brothers, who had fought alongside him through life and death, had all perished.
At the time, overwhelmed by grief, he hadn’t scrutinized the details, but now, looking back, there were glaring inconsistencies!
Remembering the faces of his brothers in their final moments, Lin Chen’s eyes turned bloodshot, and a boiling aura of killing intent surged through him.
“Young man, what impressive energy!”
An elderly man in a white martial arts uniform, radiating vitality, approached with a smile and praised him.
Lin Chen glanced at the old man, slightly surprised.
The man appeared to be in his seventies, with graying hair, but his posture was upright, and his eyes gleamed with a sharp light.
“You flatter me, senior,” Lin Chen replied humbly.
The old man’s energy was restrained, and his slender frame made him seem no different from an ordinary person.
But Lin Chen could tell at a glance that he wasn’t ordinary… after all, what normal person would stroll through a park at noon in the middle of summer?
Lin Chen’s combat style leaned more toward practical battlefield experience, and he still knew nothing about how to channel his spiritual energy for attacks.
If he could gain some guidance from this elder, it would be immensely beneficial!
“Young man, how about a little spar?”
The old man spoke with an air of calm, his hands clasped behind his back, exuding an aura of grace and ease.
Lin Chen’s expression turned serious, and he clasped his fists respectfully. “If that’s the case, senior, please enlighten me!”
“Good, good! Truly, the younger generation fears no challenge!”
The old man waved his hand and assumed a poised Tai Chi stance. “Young man, you go first!”
“Then I’ll make my move!”
With that, Lin Chen shot forward like lightning, throwing a punch.
The old man’s face suddenly changed!
A scream echoed!
The elderly man in the martial arts uniform was sent flying by Lin Chen’s punch, landing with a thud and rolling across the ground like a gourd, unable to get up.
Lin Chen: “???”
The old man’s cries attracted a crowd of onlookers.
“Oh my god, a young man just hit an old man!”
“In broad daylight, is there no law anymore?”
The surrounding crowd began to scold him.
Lin Chen glanced at the old man lying on the ground.
Suddenly, a word popped into his mind.
Scam!
“Old sir, you were the one who asked to spar!”
Lin Chen said with a dark expression.
He couldn’t believe that this seemingly dignified elder was trying to con him!
With the help of the onlookers, the old man sat up, clutching his chest, sweating profusely.
“Young man, that’s going too far. I’m seventy years old—what kind of sparring could I possibly do with a twenty-year-old like you?”
The crowd was equally outraged.
“Who would believe you were sparring? Why don’t you go pick a fight with kindergarten kids while you’re at it!”
“Young people these days have no manners, daring to hit an old man! You’ll be eating prison food soon!”
Lin Chen’s forehead was covered in black lines.
He had guessed wrong—this old man wasn’t some master with restrained energy.
He was just an ordinary man!
A plain, unremarkable old man who simply wanted to scam him for money!
“How much do you want?”
Lin Chen, tired of dealing with this mess, asked bluntly.
“Money? How dare you insult me like that!”
The old man, pretending to be outraged, pointed a trembling finger at Lin Chen. “Young man, you, you…”
With that, the old man’s head tilted to the side, and he fainted.
Lin Chen: “...”
...
In the living room of the rental apartment.
Having finished her steamed buns, Shen Muxuan curled up on the sofa like a kitten, hugging her knees, her bright eyes fixed intently on the TV.
An Yi’s gaze kept drifting downward, but upon noticing that Shen Muxuan was wearing white silk trousers under her dress, he lost interest.
Even the already dull TV show became even more boring.
Seeing Shen Muxuan’s focused expression, An Yi couldn’t help but wonder how this girl, who didn’t even know what a TV was, could get so engrossed in such a mindless romantic soap opera.
“An Yi, what does ‘husband’ mean?”
Shen Muxuan, thoroughly engrossed, turned to An Yi with a question.
An Yi felt his head starting to ache again.
He had thought this girl was just a little clueless, but it turned out she knew nothing about the world at all!
“Husband means me. From now on, you’ll call me husband, and you’re not allowed to call anyone else that, understand?”
“Oh, so will you call me wife?”
“I will.”
“But ‘husband’ and ‘wife’ seem to mean a married couple. My master said that kind of man is a scoundrel, and I should smash his head.”
“Yeah, your master is really something!”
An Yi yawned.
Her master didn’t teach her any common sense, just how to fend off perverts?
Now even a decent guy like him had no chance!
Buzz~
A ringtone sounded, and the phone vibrated on the coffee table.
Shen Muxuan put down the cushion and picked it up. “An Yi, your phone is ringing.”
“At this hour? They’re really dedicated. Just hang up if it’s a spam call.”
An Yi yawned and rubbed his eyes.
As an orphan, no one ever called him.
Shen Muxuan glanced at the caller ID. “It’s Aunt Zhou.”
“Hello? What’s up, Aunt Zhou? You’re not calling about rent this late, are you?”
An Yi took the phone, yawning as he spoke.
“Are you Zhou Chuanfang’s son?”
A hurried voice came from the other end.
An Yi frowned slightly. “What’s wrong?”
“Hello, this is Jiangbei City Hospital. Your mother is currently in the emergency room…”
Before the call could finish, An Yi’s face darkened, and he quickly grabbed his jacket.
Shen Muxuan hurriedly got up to follow him. “An Yi, wait for me!”
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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."
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...
