Aunt Zhou's condition improved faster than expected.
Two days later, the doctor confirmed there was nothing seriously wrong. Upon hearing this, Aunt Zhou immediately insisted on being discharged, complaining that her business at home was suffering.
Unable to persuade her otherwise, An Yi had no choice but to help her complete the discharge procedures.
As for that old man Cheng Yuanfeng, he remained lying in his hospital bed, waiting impatiently for Lin Chen to come and settle his medical bills.
But after two days, Lin Chen still hadn’t shown up.
The hospital room was far more expensive than a hotel!
In the end, Cheng Yuanfeng failed to swindle a million dollars and, with his wallet drained, had no choice but to pay the bill himself before storming off, cursing under his breath.
There was one more thing—Zhang Fan had left.
He resigned from his position as an intern doctor and vanished without a trace.
Life went on as usual, uneventful and unremarkable.
At a small supermarket on the streets of Jiangbei City, a crowd had gathered.
"Miss, give me one egg!"
"Miss, another egg, please!"
"Miss, one more egg!"
Aunt Zhou slammed a rolling pin onto the counter and pinched the cheek of the young man buying eggs. "Buying eggs one by one instead of by the pound—you must have too much free time on your hands!"
The young man stammered in panic, "T-then, can I switch to a stalk of leek?"
"Get lost!"
Aunt Zhou promptly kicked him out.
The young man, along with his eggs, was unceremoniously ejected from the store.
"Good riddance! Wasting everyone’s time with this nonsense!"
Despite the abysmal customer service, people kept flooding into the supermarket.
The reason? Inside, there was a stunningly beautiful girl dressed in ancient-style clothing working as a shop assistant.
This was nothing short of a sensation!
Men of all ages from the entire street swarmed in, quickly filling the already cramped supermarket to the brim.
The girl in ancient attire was none other than Shen Muxuan.
She didn’t know how to handle the cash register, so she was assigned simpler tasks like stocking shelves and bagging items.
Aunt Zhou glanced at the bustling scene and couldn’t help but grin.
At the other end of the street stood a large supermarket that usually siphoned away all her customers.
But now, with Shen Muxuan here, the shelves of her tiny store were nearly emptied.
Aunt Zhou felt increasingly proud of her decision.
She had initially taken pity on Shen Muxuan—a girl with nowhere to go, no education, and no work experience—and let her work as a helper in the store.
Who would’ve thought she’d single-handedly revive the failing business?
"Aunt Zhou, it’s packed in here! Need some help?"
An Yi, hair disheveled and eyes bleary with sleep, had just woken up.
The moment he appeared, the lively supermarket fell dead silent.
"That’s... that’s the guy who beat up Brother Long!"
"Holy crap, it’s really him!"
People avoided looking directly at An Yi, stealing nervous glances instead, their faces pale.
"Hey! If you’re done shopping, hurry up and pay! Don’t just stand there!" Aunt Zhou bellowed.
"N-no, I changed my mind. I don’t want anything."
"Maybe next time. I’ve already bought too many eggs—if I get more, my wife might send me to the hospital."
Customers hurried out in twos and threes.
"Hey, Old Wang! We already cut this tofu for you—you can’t just back out now!"
"I-I’ll pay next time!" Old Wang stuttered, his eyes darting toward An Yi at the entrance, his expression uneasy.
This guy had crippled Brother Long, a notorious local thug!
Now that he was blocking the door, how could ordinary folks like them not panic?
In no time, the once-packed supermarket was completely empty.
Shen Muxuan waved cheerfully at An Yi. "An Yi, you’re here! I’m a supermarket attendant now!"
"Good job!" An Yi grinned and gave her a thumbs-up.
"Good job my foot!"
Aunt Zhou’s face darkened as she whacked An Yi on the head.
Just when her little store was finally thriving, this jinx had scared all the customers away.
An Yi scratched his head. "Aunt Zhou, since I’ve got nothing else to do, how about I work part-time here too? No need for a salary—just feed me."
Aunt Zhou sneered. "Are you serious?"
An Yi: "..."
If he became a clerk here, no one would dare shop at this store.
They’d go bankrupt in two days!
"Tell you what, An Yi, let me give you a better idea. How about working part-time at the Shengda Supermarket down the street instead?"
Aunt Zhou’s smile was bright, but it sent a chill down An Yi’s spine.
"Don’t worry—if you can last a month there, I’ll waive your rent."
"Uh... that’s not really necessary. My time is pretty valuable, you know."
"Fine, I’ll throw in an extra thousand bucks."
"Deal!"
......
"So boring."
Dressed in a Shengda Supermarket uniform, An Yi yawned lazily.
He stuck his fingers into a sack of rice, practicing his "iron palm" technique.
Thanks to his status as a Donghai University student, he had beaten out a fifty-year-old auntie for the position of bulk goods attendant.
An Yi sighed in resignation.
For someone like him—a host of the Villain System—this kind of work was a sheer waste of life.
But Shen Muxuan, that girl, didn’t have a single coin to her name and yet had an appetite that could bankrupt a small nation.
In just a few days, she had drained An Yi’s wallet dry.
If he didn’t start earning money soon, even instant noodles would be off the menu tomorrow.
"Something’s off. Why is everyone flocking to that tiny store at the other end of the street?"
The Shengda Supermarket employees gossiped in hushed tones.
Over the past two days, their sales had noticeably declined.
Meanwhile, that cramped little store around the corner was thriving like never before.
"Maybe it’s a feng shui thing," a chubby employee mused.
"Or maybe they’re selling everything at a massive discount. Otherwise, why would people go there?"
"Or maybe it’s because of that new guy—he’s been guarding the bulk goods section like a bad omen. Not a single customer came by all day."
The chubby employee shot a furtive glance at An Yi and whispered.
A female coworker smacked him on the shoulder. "Nonsense! He’s just a Donghai University student doing part-time work. What does he have to do with our lack of customers?"
"You just like him because he’s good-looking. Always defending him!"
"Well, at least he’s easier on the eyes than the rest of you. If you were half as handsome, I wouldn’t complain!"
"Pfft. If I were half as good-looking as him, would I even be working here?"
An Yi sighed inwardly.
Seriously, he was just here to make some extra cash.

u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.

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."

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!