With the system's support, Zhang Fan possessed the potential to conquer the world!
He had just completed a major surgery.
The system had rewarded him with enhanced physical abilities.
Moreover, Director Zheng had taken notice of him after yesterday’s operation—this was a golden opportunity.
If he could successfully perform a few more major surgeries, the Medical System would grant him additional healing points, allowing him to exchange them for system rewards.
Then, he would grow stronger! Rise to the top, crush that bastard effortlessly!
"Room 203, early twenties, about six feet tall, decent-looking… Yeah, that’s him."
A burly man in sunglasses stared at Zhang Fan, comparing him to a mental image before flashing a cruel grin.
As Zhang Fan turned the corner—
Thwack!
A club struck the back of his head without warning.
Zhang Fan’s vision spun as he collapsed to the ground.
……
Splurt!
A thick, milky sweetness assaulted his senses.
Zhang Fan groggily opened his eyes to see a long-haired man holding a bottle of Wangzai Milk, aiming the straw at his face and squeezing out a stream of milk.
"Brother Feng, he’s awake," a lackey quickly reported.
"No shit," Brother Feng retorted, biting down on the straw and taking a loud sip. With a cocky smirk, he sneered, "So, kid, still feeling smug?"
"Who the hell are you? Do we even know each other?" Zhang Fan demanded coldly.
His hands were bound tightly with rope, leaving him no room to struggle free.
"Oh-ho, still acting tough? Fine. Maybe you don’t know us, but there’s someone you do know."
Brother Feng tossed the milk aside, pulled out his phone, and dialed Yao Ji on speaker.
"Hey, Yao Ji, come outside. We got the guy who messed you up."
"Brother Feng, I can’t right now. The doctor’s setting my bones—"
Click.
Brother Feng hung up and gripped Zhang Fan’s face. "He’s busy, so we’ll handle this ourselves. Tsk, tsk… You don’t look like some ruthless thug. So why’d you go so hard on him?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about!" Zhang Fan spat, wrenching his face free and glaring at the gang of thugs.
He had never seen these guys before—they were acting like lunatics, especially this long-haired bastard drinking Wangzai Milk.
"Still playing dumb?" Brother Feng scoffed. "A few days ago, on the bus, wasn’t it you who pickpocketed Yao Ji? Fine, we admit defeat—you got skills. You took the wallet, whatever. But then you beat him half to death and dumped him in an alley?
"Damn, you went hard. Cracked his neck bone—what the hell did he do to deserve that? As Ding Renfeng, I have to settle this for my boys!"
Zhang Fan clenched his teeth, fury simmering. "I’ve said it a hundred times—I don’t know you. I have no clue what you’re talking about."
"Still pretending?! Beat his ass!" Ding Renfeng barked.
With a wave of his hand, his lackeys descended on Zhang Fan with kicks and punches.
Ding Renfeng suddenly yelled, "Hey, hey! Not the head! Too expensive—we can’t afford the medical bills!"
Zhang Fan curled into a ball, enduring the blows, his eyes burning with rage.
He had a system now. Wasn’t he supposed to dominate the city, become a kingpin? Why was he still suffering this humiliation?!
"System, exchange for Surgical Blade!"
[System Notification: Spend 20 Healing Points to unlock Surgical Blade ability?]
"Confirm!"
[Surgical Blade - Lv. 1]
Skill Description: Fingers transform into hardened surgical blades (upgradable).
Zhang Fan’s gaze turned savage.
Snap!
The ropes binding his arms split effortlessly.
Ding Renfeng sensed danger and shouted, "Watch out—!"
But it was too late.
Zhang Fan erupted in fury, his finger stabbing forward like a blade.
Rip!
His fingertip sliced through a lackey’s abdomen like a knife.
Blood gushed uncontrollably.
The scene froze everyone in shock.
These were just street thugs—good at posturing, but real violence left them shaken.
No one expected this seemingly weak kid to fight so viciously.
"Quick, get Liu Zi to the hospital!" Ding Renfeng ordered a lackey.
Luckily, they were already at a hospital—help was close.
Zhang Fan spat blood, his face twisted with malice. "Come on! Who’s next? I’ll stab every last one of you!"
"Fall back. I’ll handle him myself," Ding Renfeng commanded, cracking his knuckles.
He hadn’t seen Zhang Fan’s "blade," so he stayed cautious.
Zhang Fan glared coldly.
The Medical System had enhanced his physique—he was stronger than an average man. With the Surgical Blade ability, taking down this long-haired punk shouldn’t be hard.
Ding Renfeng lunged, his foot whipping toward Zhang Fan’s head.
Bam!
Zhang Fan blocked with his forearm, unfazed.
He retaliated with a punch, forcing Ding Renfeng back.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining ground.
"No wonder you shattered Yao Ji’s neck. You hit like a truck," Ding Renfeng grinned.
Zhang Fan’s expression darkened.
His body was enhanced, but this so-called Brother Feng was nearly his equal in raw strength.
"Kid, catch this!"
Ding Renfeng’s fist rocketed toward Zhang Fan’s face—this time, he wasn’t holding back.
Every strike targeted Zhang Fan’s weak points.
Though physically superior, Zhang Fan lacked combat experience. Within moments, Ding Renfeng overwhelmed him, leaving his face swollen and bruised.
Humiliation fueled Zhang Fan’s rage.
He took a brutal kick but seized Ding Renfeng’s leg in a death grip.
His eyes gleamed with murderous intent as he activated Surgical Blade, aiming straight for Ding Renfeng’s heart.
He would kill this bastard.
"Saw that coming!"
In a flash, Ding Renfeng twisted free and delivered a whip-like kick to Zhang Fan’s ribs, sending him flying.
Zhang Fan tumbled across the ground, gasping for air.
He hated this.
He was still too weak. If only he were stronger, he’d be the one standing over Ding Renfeng’s broken body!
"Brother Feng’s a beast!"
"Hah! Brother Feng used to fight in underground rings. This punk’s nothing!"
"Beat him down! He didn’t just fight—he stabbed Liu Zi!"
Flushed with praise, Ding Renfeng smirked.
Originally, he just wanted to teach Zhang Fan a lesson for stealing from Yao Ji and breaking his neck.
But this little shit had pulled a knife.
Now? This wouldn’t end with just a beating.
He’d make Zhang Fan pay for the medical bills too.
As Ding Renfeng charged again, Zhang Fan gritted his teeth, fear flickering in his eyes.
Clang!
A shockwave erupted.
A slender figure suddenly appeared, blocking Ding Renfeng’s punch with an outstretched hand.
Ding Renfeng staggered back, glaring. "The hell? Who are you?"
"Me?"
The young man grinned, flashing a row of white teeth. "Why don't you ask those guys behind you?"
One of the thugs, his face pale and voice trembling, stammered, "B-Brother Feng... h-he's An Yi—the one who crippled Brother Long!"
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)
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.
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
