"Work hard, damn it! Work like your life depends on it! With so many people around, if any of you slack off, you might as well hand in your resignations right now..."
The store manager, hands planted firmly on her wide hips, barked orders as she directed a swarm of employees bustling in and out.
After wielding the stick, she didn’t forget the carrot—flaunting her managerial finesse: "If you perform well this month, I’ll make sure last month’s wages are paid out. So snap to it!"
Amid the chorus of grumbling employees, An Yi stood out as the most diligent.
After all, he was being paid. The bare minimum effort was non-negotiable.
Fifty-pound sacks of flour? He hauled two at a time without breaking a sweat.
But after a couple of trips, regret set in.
A sudden epiphany struck him—why waste such strength in a supermarket?
He could be earning way more hauling bricks at a construction site!
The manager, however, was pleasantly surprised by An Yi.
At first glance, he seemed like a lazy slacker with a rogue air about him, but when it came to actual work, he was shockingly reliable—steady, hardworking, a model employee compared to the jaded veterans.
The supermarket’s promotions were a hit, and Lan Ruoxi’s stunning looks drew crowds, making the place busier than during its grand opening.
The manager was practically giddy with joy all day.
"New guy, follow me to the storage room."
After delegating tasks, the manager singled out An Yi, ordering him to join her in the back.
An Yi complied—then froze.
A rush of alarm hit him.
He wasn’t naive. Storage rooms were prime locations for... incidents in certain materials he’d read.
The manager was in her forties—a woman in her prime. Could she be...?
His face paled.
"Quit dawdling! Move it!"
Her sharp voice echoed from inside.
The other employees shot him knowing looks.
Lucky bastard, huh?
An Yi strode in with heroic resolve.
If this woman dared lay a hand on him, he’d resist to the death! He’d rather let Shen Muxuan have him than surrender to her!
Then, with a creak, the manager shut the door, plunging the room into darkness.
An Yi: "..."
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A luxury car pulled up at the mouth of a shabby alley, drawing hushed stares from onlookers.
A vehicle like that usually parked outside high-end spas—this dingy backstreet was way beneath its pay grade.
Qiu Xu stepped out, scowling. "What dump is this? You’re sure your niece works here for the summer?"
Lan Yihe carefully shut the car door behind him, frowning. "Yeah, weird, right? No clue why she’d pick this place."
"Tch. Poor girl, huh? Can’t imagine she’s much to look at, given your genes."
Adjusting his blazer’s tie in the stifling heat, Qiu Xu radiated impatience, already unimpressed with the girl he hadn’t even met.
Lan Yihe forced a laugh. "Ugly trees bear sweet fruit. I’m no looker, but my brother was handsome, and his wife was a famous beauty back in the day. The girl’s a stunner—guaranteed to knock your socks off."
"Seeing’s believing. I’ve bedded more women than you’ve had cups of tea. If she’s not up to par, not only are you repaying that three million, but with interest—loan shark rates."
Qiu Xu’s lips curled into a cold smirk.
Sweat beaded on Lan Yihe’s forehead.
"Don’t worry, Young Master Qiu. She just graduated high school—no boyfriends, untouched. Her mother’s critically ill, hospitalized. Desperate for cash. Once I dangle the money for treatment, she’ll fold like a house of cards."
Qiu Xu paused mid-tie adjustment, staring at Lan Yihe before slapping his chubby cheek with a grin. "Damn, fatty. You’re ruthless."
Lan Yihe chuckled nervously, praying his niece would meet Qiu Xu’s standards.
"Enough ass-kissing. This the supermarket?"
Qiu Xu eyed the "Shengda Supermarket" sign and smirked, turning to the hulking driver still in the car. "Fu, stay here. You’ll scare the locals."
"Yes, Young Master!"
The driver’s voice boomed like a gong, his massive frame barely contained by the vehicle.
The supermarket, strategically positioned, was easy to spot.
At the entrance, Qiu Xu’s gaze locked onto a figure—and his breath hitched.
A girl with a high ponytail, dressed in a JK uniform—Lan Ruoxi—stood there, her gentle, shy smile cutting through the gloom like a beam of light. His heart lurched.
Whoever took her photo should be shot.
It hadn’t captured even half her beauty.
Noticing Qiu Xu’s heated stare and quickened breath, Lan Yihe relaxed slightly. "Well, Young Master Qiu? My niece up to snuff?"
Qiu Xu exhaled slowly, clapping Lan Yihe’s shoulder with a grin. "Heh. Uncle Lan. Looks like we’re family now."
Uncle Lan?
The title sent a thrill through Lan Yihe.
He’d only intended to lend Lan Ruoxi to Qiu Xu as a plaything, maybe shave some debt off.
But Qiu Xu was smitten.
That three million might just vanish!
"Her name?" Qiu Xu’s eyes never left Lan Ruoxi, drinking in her flawless features.
"Lan Ruoxi. Top student at Donghai University. Classy, too—won’t embarrass you."
Lan Yihe’s grin widened.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
] [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!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?!
