Upon hearing the trembling voice of the thug utter An Yi's name, the expressions of everyone present changed instantly.
Ding Renfeng's face turned icy. "Are you sure it's him?"
The thug nodded. "It's him. I'd recognize him even if he turned to ashes."
This was the same thug An Yi had kicked into a trash can—the one who had witnessed him shattering Hou Long's leg. That scene had been nothing short of a bloodbath!
The corners of An Yi's lips curled slightly as he spoke calmly, "It's only been two days, and you're back to causing trouble? How's Long ge doing? Send him my regards."
"You—"
The thug gritted his teeth but said nothing.
Long Bro was inherently brutal, willing to do anything to get his way, and the thug had never liked him much. So, whatever.
Ding Renfeng smiled. "So, you’re the one who beat Hou Long."
An Yi found it slightly odd—this guy didn’t seem angry at all!
“Feng, stop wasting words on him! Take him down!”
The surrounding thugs shouted aggressively.
In terms of combat ability, Ding Renfeng was on a whole different level compared to Hou Long.
"I don’t need your help!"
Zhang Fan wiped the blood from his lips and spoke coldly.
Being saved by An Yi only made him feel even more furious inside.
An Yi scoffed. "Wasn’t planning on it. But this is a hospital—Aunt Zhou needs peace and quiet to recover!"
Ding Renfeng assumed a stance and waved a hand. "Kid, enough chit-chat. One-on-one. Win, and this guy’s yours! We’ll back off, and what happened with A Long? We’ll let it slide."
"Let it slide? Who says I’m forgiving you?"
An Yi took a step forward, cracking his knuckles loudly.
Back at the bun shop, when he fought Long Ge, he had already sworn—he would beat these scumbags every time he saw them.
"Arrogant bastard!"
Ding Renfeng finally lost his temper, clenching his fist and launching a sudden attack.
He was a trained fighter, far superior to Brother Long.
The force behind his punch was terrifying.
But An Yi moved even faster—like a sprinting leopard—his fist flying at Ding Renfeng’s face with blinding speed.
BAM!
Ding Renfeng’s face twisted grotesquely from the impact.
Like a leaf caught in the wind, his long hair fluttered before he crashed hard onto the ground.
Instant knockout?
Their invincible Brother Feng, the underground fighting champion—taken down in one hit?!
The dozen or so thugs froze, unsure what to do.
Brother Feng could take on seven or eight of them single-handedly.
If this kid could drop Brother Feng with one punch, wiping out all of them would be child's play.
"You guys—next!"
An Yi rolled his shoulders, grinning.
The moves he’d learned from that chicken-eating old man seemed to have refined the erratic energy inside him, making it flow smoother than before.
Before, defeating someone like Brother Feng—a top-tier fighter among ordinary people—would’ve taken effort.
Now? One punch was enough. Two opponents? Two punches!
The thrill of his power skyrocketing was almost intoxicating.
"Brothers, let’s rush him together! No way he can take us all!"
The burly, sunglasses-wearing thug who’d ambushed Zhang Fan barely finished speaking before a whip-like kick smashed into his face.
The brutal impact sent him flying nearly five meters before he hit the ground.
"Next!"
An Yi tucked his hands back into his pockets, slowly retracting his leg—his movements impossibly cool.
"This…"
The thugs were trapped between a rock and a hard place.
Fight? No chance of winning.
Run? Their reputations in Jiangbei City would be ruined.
"Everyone, stop!"
Ding Renfeng struggled to his feet, shielding his men with a raised hand. "You’re in a league of your own. I admit defeat. I struck first, so do what you want with me—but spare my brothers."
“Brother Feng!”
The thugs’ eyes welled up with tears.
Even with his swollen cheek resembling a pig’s head, Ding Renfeng’s dignity remained unshaken.
An Yi said coldly, "Get lost. Like I said—if I see you in Jiangbei City again, I’ll beat you every single time!"
"Thank you for your mercy. I am Ding Renfeng. If you ever need assistance, I won’t refuse."
Ding Renfeng spoke solemnly.
An Yi raised an eyebrow.
Ding Renfeng? "Ding-Ren-Feng?"
How many dictionaries had his parents flipped through to land on such a… suggestive name?
Once defeated, Ding Renfeng didn’t linger, quickly ushering his gang away.
Hearing the commotion, Lan Ruoxi and Shen Muxuan hurried down.
"Dr. Zhang, are you…?"
Lan Ruoxi stared at Zhang Fan, who was sprawled on the ground.
Zhang Fan forced himself up, limping away without a word.
Fury burned inside him—an all-consuming rage.
He would become stronger. Stronger than anyone.
He’d crush everyone who’d wronged him today.
Especially that bastard!
Lan Ruoxi bit her lip. "Did I do something wrong? Why…"
"Don’t mind him. He’s just got a screw loose."
An Yi shrugged, though his expression remained sharp.
There was something familiar about that guy’s aura—like a vicious stray dog.
Vindictive, greedy, and utterly selfish. Even he found it unsettling.
Why the hell was someone like that a Chosen One?
Ding!
[Main Quest: "Defy the Heavens, Seize Fate" Progress: 1/9 Complete! Evil Power Value +100! Reward: [Asura Godhood Fragment 1/9] Acquired!]
An Yi froze.
1/9 already?!
This was a main quest!
He felt like he’d barely done anything—how was it already 1/9 done? At this rate, he’d collect the full set of Asura Godhood Fragments in no time!
Godhood.
His body burned with excitement.
If he could obtain a true Godhood… did that mean he could become…?
"Hah…"
An Yi exhaled sharply, forcing himself to stay calm.
This was only 1/9. Eight more fragments remained.
But he would return to that world.
Ding!
[Chosen One: "Zhang Fan" detected. Will host recruit him into your faction?]
Faced with the YES/NO prompt, An Yi hesitated, then tapped the faction description.
[Faction Details]: Chosen Ones possess immense potential and power. Recruiting them unlocks faction-specific quests to secure their loyalty.
The system’s explanation was slightly clearer this time.
An Yi quickly understood—this was about whether he wanted to make Zhang Fan an ally.
Without hesitation, he tapped NO.
Like hell I’m taking in trash. And I’d have to do his quests too?
…The button didn’t work.
The NO option was grayed out. An Yi’s face darkened. He closed the window outright.
Fine. I just won’t choose at all.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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."
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
