The video was shot really well—great angles, clear lighting, professional quality.
Watching the short clip, Lan Ruoxi's eyes curved into crescents from smiling. Beside her, An Yi's face turned ashen.
These days, who doesn’t have the habit of scrolling through short videos? A trending video with that kind of explosive reach—An Yi felt like he was doomed.
Noticing An Yi's expression, Lan Ruoxi faintly understood something, the joy in her eyes dimming slightly. She gazed at the scene in the video where she and An Yi were embracing, a small smile tugging at her lips as she saved the clip.
Then, she opened her contacts.
"Hello, President Lan, what can I do for you?" Wang Yuan's voice came through.
"Director Wang, the username 'A Flash of Green Light' is yours, right? Please delete the video first. An Yi prefers to keep a low profile, and now that it's gone viral, it’ll make him uncomfortable," Lan Ruoxi said softly.
Wang Yuan quickly replied, "My apologies, President Lan. I overlooked that. I’ll delete it right away."
"Good. Also, have President Ding contact the PR team to suppress the video’s popularity."
After hanging up, Lan Ruoxi turned to An Yi with a playful smile. "I thought you might not like the attention, so I had them delete it. You’re not upset with me, are you?"
"Of course not."
An Yi exhaled in relief.
"Good job, sis!"
"Let’s go."
Lan Ruoxi grinned mischievously and took An Yi’s hand. He pulled her into an embrace, apologetic. "Ruoxi, I... I might not be able to stay with you tonight."
"I know. I heard the call earlier. It’s fine. Just having you with me today made me really happy."
Lan Ruoxi blinked, smiling.
Meanwhile, at the An family company gathering hall...
"Damn, Yuan, you’re amazing! Never knew you were this good at filming. This level of skill is top-tier in the country."
Ding Renfeng, reeking of alcohol, slung an arm around Wang Yuan’s shoulders.
"Learned it just for this video. Cost me 200."
Wang Yuan sighed, speaking in terms Ding Renfeng didn’t understand.
Watching his follower count skyrocket, likes and comments flooding in—his notifications were all 99+ within just two hours—Wang Yuan hesitated before finally deleting the video.
"Two hundred points of Misfortune Value for this filming skill... Wasn’t easy, you know."
Hu stared curiously at Wang Yuan. "Hey, Wang, your head’s looking a bit green."
Wang Yuan touched his head and snapped, "The hell it is! You’re the one who’s green!"
"Oops, my bad. Must be the lighting."
"Watch your words, or I’ll lose it!"
Wang Yuan loosened his tie, flashing a confident grin.
He was a changed man now.
Fresh out of college, still in his internship, yet already a director at the An family company with a million-yuan salary.
No longer the pathetic simp he once was—now women chased him!
Lately, a female intern from the marketing department, around his age, had been subtly flirting with him.
Wang Yuan knew it—his golden era had arrived. The streak of misfortune was finally over.
A shame, really. He wouldn’t need that "Cuckold System" anymore.
Ding! Misfortune Value +1000!
Wang Yuan, mid-sip of red wine, spat it out at the familiar system prompt.
"Something’s off... That number..."
He frantically scanned the room, searching for the source—then his eyes nearly bulged out.
That pretty intern he’d been eyeing, the one he was practically dating, was in a dim corner making out with some scruffy, middle-aged man.
The man wasn’t behaving either, his hands wandering shamelessly. What exactly he was groping for, Wang Yuan couldn’t bear to watch.
He’d been cuckolded. Again.
As Wang Yuan clutched his head and crouched down, Hu adjusted his round glasses. "Yo, Yuan, what’s up?"
Wang Yuan groaned. "Nothing. Just feeling... green."
At the Qin family villa...
Dozens of black-suited bodyguards stood armed at the entrance, tense and alert.
Only one man faced them.
Wild crimson hair, a massive halberd in hand, radiating an overwhelming aura of bloodlust. Yet this lone figure exuded pressure like an entire army.
The bodyguards’ legs trembled, their gun hands shaking uncontrollably.
"Lin Chen, you little rat! Hand over the token to your grandpa Han Liang, and I’ll spare your life!"
The halberd-wielding youth grinned, slamming his weapon down—the ground cracked beneath it.
"My tiles! They were just laid a few days ago!"
Uncle Fu winced at the damage.
"Uncle Fu, who is this guy? Is he strong?"
Qin Yao’s voice quivered as she whispered.
Uncle Fu’s expression darkened. "Han Liang. Son of Han Lie, the lecherous patriarch of the Blood Fiend Sect. Ranked 16th on the Hidden Dragon List. Rumor has it his true strength places him within the top 200 of the Heavenly Rankings."
"Then... Lin Chen’s in real danger?"
Qin Yao paled.
She vaguely recalled Lin Chen’s ranking on the Hidden Dragon List being much lower.
Uncle Fu wiped his sweat. "Young Miss, there’s a secret passage under these tiles leading to the garden’s back gate. If things go south, run for it."
Qin Yao clenched her fists. "I believe Lin Chen can beat him. Besides, I already called An Yi!"
"That brat?"
Uncle Fu scoffed.
That guy might have a lousy character, but when it comes to strength, there’s nothing to criticize.
If he shows up, dealing with this red-haired punk will be a piece of cake.
Not coming out? Then I’ll drag you out myself!
Han Liang strode forward, gripping his massive halberd.
The bodyguards paled as their guns flashed in the darkness, firing at Han Liang.
Handguns? How disgraceful for martial artists!
Han Liang swung his halberd in a sweeping arc.
Bullets clinked against the blade, every single one deflected.
Let me handle this!
A Mingjin-level bodyguard from the villa leaped into action—
Only to be sent flying by Han Liang’s halberd mid-air, vanishing like a swatted fly before anyone could even see his face.
Pathetic!
Han Liang hoisted the halberd onto his shoulder, then swung it with both hands, lunging forward in a single explosive motion.
Terrifying energy surged from his arms into the weapon, unleashing a storm of wind pressure.
The bodyguards turned ghostly white.
I’ll wreck your hideout first! Let’s see where you hide then!
Han Liang bared his teeth in a savage grin.
He held nothing back—this strike would reduce the villa to rubble, turning it into a makeshift shelter!
Qin Yao, Uncle Fu, and the others stood frozen, their faces drained of color.
CLANG!
Just as the halberd descended—
A T-shaped baton shot out, blocking it with unwavering stability.
The shockwave of force sent the nearby bodyguards stumbling back several steps before they barely regained their footing.
Lin Chen stood there, clad only in long pants, his bare torso revealing sculpted, athletic muscles. Water still dripped from his dark hair.
I was in the middle of a damn shower. Who the hell’s making all this noise?
He threw on a black trench coat, gripping his Lieyun baton with icy intensity.
Meanwhile, atop the bathroom roof—
A bespectacled girl steadied her sniper rifle, aiming squarely at Han Liang.
His arms trembled slightly under the halberd’s weight, but Han Liang only grinned wider, eyes alight with excitement.
Now this… this is interesting!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
