"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.
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)
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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."
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
