It’s been two years since I came to this world.
An Yi just wanted to live as an honest man, but as the saying goes, "If you often walk by the river, your shoes will eventually get wet."
The Law Enforcement Bureau—a place he had passed by and wandered around countless times—finally succeeded in hauling him in today.
"Alright, explain what exactly happened," Yan Zhi said, crossing her long legs. Standing at 5'7", her slender figure made her fair, shapely legs all the more enticing, leaving An Yi—a virgin—parched with thirst just from looking.
"I just smashed some expired food that woman was selling. I was afraid she’d change the dates and harm people," An Yi replied casually.
All he did was break a few things. At worst, he’d just have to pay for the damages.
He was already in debt anyway—what was a few more bills? When you’re covered in lice, a few more won’t make you itch any worse.
"I’m not talking about that!"
Yan Zhi pulled out another tape and slammed it onto the table with a smack.
An Yi frowned slightly.
If he wasn’t mistaken, this was surveillance footage?
Of course—supermarkets had cameras. No matter how scatterbrained this woman was, she wouldn’t overlook something that important.
"I watched your fight with that big guy. Pretty impressive. Who trained you?"
Yan Zhi crossed her arms, looking down at him with deliberate pressure in her tone.
An Yi shrugged. "You’re joking, officer. I just practiced on my own. No formal training."
"You just practiced on your own and somehow mastered Jin Qi? Fascinating. Why don’t you teach me, then?"
Yan Zhi twirled a baton, her voice dripping with sarcasm.
She had been cultivating since she was six, and it wasn’t until last year that she finally grasped how to harness Jin Qi.
Even so, her family considered her a prodigy—after all, she was already twenty-four.
And yet this kid, whose ID showed he was only nineteen, could wield Jin Qi with such ease, then claim he was just "practicing for fun"? What a masterclass in humblebragging!
Jin Qi?
An Yi thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered the old man who’d fought him over a chicken leg at the hospital.
The system hadn’t given him any help in that regard—it only rewarded him with combat skills. The Qi Control Technique had been taught to him by that old man.
"Really, just self-taught. Picked up some fighting techniques before," An Yi said with a grin, refusing to crack.
He had too many secrets.
An otherworldly transmigrator. A system host.
If this woman had a brain aneurysm and somehow stumbled onto the truth, things would get very messy.
He knew better than to say too much.
Yan Zhi smirked, pulling out a file. "I’ve got your records here. Care to listen?"
An Yi gestured for her to go ahead.
"An Yi, age 19, male, freshman at Donghai University. Tsk tsk, a top-tier college student, huh?"
Yan Zhi glanced at him before continuing, "Multiple unexcused absences at school, no major offenses, but frequent participation in underground streetball."
She even dug up the streetball games?!
An Yi’s confidence wavered.
He’d underestimated this woman—she was far sharper than he’d thought.
Streetball was an unregulated, semi-legal scene.
Yan Zhi went on, "But since the amounts involved were negligible and you might’ve been scammed, no legal action will be taken—for now."
"What?!"
An Yi’s jaw dropped.
He was the King of Streetball!
With him on the court, he dominated the game single-handedly!
And now he finds out he was the lowest-paid player of them all?!
"That goddamn cheapskate!"
An Yi gritted his teeth. Once he got out of here, he’d teach that stingy boss a lesson he wouldn’t forget.
Yan Zhi’s expression turned icy. "What, you think you didn’t hustle enough? Try it again, and I’ll whip you myself!"
An Yi quickly backtracked, "No, no! I was just condemning those illegal organizers! I’ve got the boss’s contact info—I’ll send it to you later if you give me your number."
"Oh? Bold of you to ask for my number during an interrogation," Yan Zhi said, resting her chin on her hand, lips curling. "You’ve got guts, trying to flirt while being questioned."
No, no, you’re reading too much into it!
An Yi forced a smile. "Officer, please continue."
"Fine, let’s move on."
Yan Zhi flipped a page. "Next up—the incident at Linti East Road. You beat up Hou Long, a well-known gangster in Jiangbei City."
"According to the report, you took on six guys solo, knocked them all out, and crushed Hou Long’s legs, leaving him disabled. Impressive."
As she recounted this, Yan Zhi’s face even showed a flicker of admiration.
An Yi broke out in a cold sweat. "N-no, it wasn’t that big of a deal."
Yan Zhi: "You think I’m complimenting you?"
An Yi: "..."
After watching An Yi’s fight with A-Fu, Yan Zhi found Hou Long’s crew almost laughable in comparison.
Hou Long and his gang were just small-time thugs.
Numbers meant nothing without real skill.
An Yi spoke up, "Hou Long was bullying my friend, trashing a baozi vendor’s stall, and bragging about breaking my legs. I had a reason."
"This counts as self-defense—excessive, but justified. The guy’s a repeat offender anyway," Yan Zhi said dismissively.
Hou Long was slippery, always making his lackeys take the fall.
She’d wanted to nail him for a while—the Law Enforcement Bureau had plenty on him, but never enough solid evidence.
"Then there’s the hospital. You even know medicine—traditional Chinese medicine, no less, and the kind that’s practically lost to time. The deputy director of the city hospital speaks very highly of you."
Yan Zhi studied An Yi with newfound curiosity.
The deputy director didn’t just appreciate him—he praised him. That spoke volumes.
Meaning this kid’s medical skills were probably even more terrifying than she’d guessed.
"And then there’s the parking lot brawl with Ding Renfeng. That guy’s an idiot, but he’s no pushover—yet you took him down in two or three moves."
Yan Zhi’s gaze burned into him. "All this in just one week. You’re a walking disaster magnet, aren’t you?"
An Yi: "..."
If this woman weren’t… a woman…
If she weren’t a law enforcer…
If she weren’t so damn strong…
He would’ve already thrown hands with her!
But alas, no such luck.
He hadn’t expected the records to be this thorough—every move he’d made, laid bare.
It felt like his entire life had been dissected.
Clearly, two years in this world wasn’t enough to fully grasp its depths.
This place was far more complicated than he’d imagined.
"One last question."
Yan Zhi leaned forward, her sharp yet alluring phoenix eyes locking onto An Yi’s.
"Are you… the Night Emperor?"
. 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!"
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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?!
