The underground boxing arena.
After everyone had left, the chubby referee quietly took out his phone and dialed a string of numbers—though the caller ID displayed nothing but garbled code.
"Hello, Boss Nie. Red Poison has been defeated. His current condition is unknown."
Far away, in a seaside villa in Yunzhou City.
A middle-aged man with graying temples frowned as he held the phone. "What happened? Explain it to me in detail."
"Some kid showed up at our underground boxing ring—insanely strong. He used the Fang family's Flash Fist technique and took down Red Poison in just five punches, leaving him coughing up blood."
The man gazed at the ocean view through the glass, his tone indifferent. "What’s his background?"
"Name’s An Yi, looks about twenty. Limited info so far, but according to our investigation, he’s a freshman at Donghai University."
"A freshman? Dig deeper. I want everything on him."
Hanging up, the man’s mood shifted slightly.
Twenty years old—at that age, most would have just begun dabbling in ancient martial arts. Yet this kid took down Red Poison, meaning his strength was at least at the Mingjin level.
"Truly, heroes emerge from the young. Jiangbei City is getting more interesting by the day."
The man smiled faintly.
His name was Nie Chengwen. But because it sounded too refined for his tastes, he preferred to be called Boss Nie.
A name that commanded fear across the entire southeastern province.
"Boss Nie, who was that?"
Behind him, a long-legged mixed-race beauty wrapped her arms around his broad frame, pressing her head against his back as her hands wandered toward the knot of his bathrobe.
"Enough playing. It’s time to begin the plan."
Boss Nie untangled her arms and walked over to a whiteboard, where he wrote down "An Yi" with a marker.
The board was already filled with various names. And if one looked closely, they’d notice—
"Lin Chen" was among them.
The mixed-race beauty sipped her coffee, watching as Boss Nie placed An Yi’s name near the top. She smirked. "Seems like you think highly of this kid."
"No. He’s a problem."
Boss Nie stared at the name, his eyes turning icy.
His instincts were never wrong.
This kid would never work for him.
"An Yi… I feel like I’ve heard you mention that name before," the woman mused, tapping her chin.
Boss Nie replied flatly, "His other name—or rather, his alias—is Night Emperor."
Her expression shifted slightly. "Ah. That explains it."
"Let’s just hope he doesn’t interfere with my plans."
Rubbing his temples, Boss Nie asked in a low voice, "How’s Qing Lan doing?"
The woman shrugged. "Same as always. That girl’s rebellious as hell. Who’d have thought she’d actually get into Donghai University? Boss Nie, aren’t you going to rein her in? Your daughter’s turning into a delinquent."
"Let her be. She never listens to me anyway."
Boss Nie waved it off casually.
The woman sighed, massaging her forehead. "Fine, I’ll have people keep an eye on her. But if something happens, don’t blame me. She’s got a grudge against me."
"Relax. No one would dare lay a finger on my daughter."
Boss Nie’s voice carried absolute confidence. A murderous aura flickered in his gaze.
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Jiangbei City.
An Yi’s rented apartment.
"Know what this is?"
An Yi pointed at the appliance hanging on the bedroom wall, grinning smugly.
Shen Muxuan looked up at the long metal box and shook her head. "No idea. What is it? Can we go to Aunt Zhou’s supermarket instead? It’s so stuffy and hot in here."
"Hold on."
With deliberate showmanship, An Yi pressed the remote.
Instantly, a cool breeze began to flow.
Shen Muxuan’s eyes widened in shock.
She had never imagined that in the sweltering heat of summer, inside this sauna-like room, she could feel such refreshing air.
The metal box on the wall had just shattered her worldview.
"A-An Yi, what is this?"
The cool air left her so exhilarated that she stumbled over her words.
"Come on, dummy, it’s an air conditioner!" An Yi gloated.
Shen Muxuan gasped, reaching out to touch it, her eyes sparkling with amazement. "So this is an air conditioner?! Oh my god, oh my god! It’s so comfortable! I never thought summer could feel this good! This is heaven…"
Watching her childlike excitement, An Yi chuckled and pulled out a box. "Got one more thing for you. Here."
Shen Muxuan froze as if struck by lightning. Her delicate hands trembled as she took it. "A-An Yi, this is…"
"A phone! You’ve always wanted one, right?" An Yi grinned.
He knew how badly she’d craved a phone.
Just a phone—no big deal.
"AHHH! An Yi, I love you so much!"
Overwhelmed, she lunged at him, planting a fierce kiss on his cheek before snatching the phone.
Working at the supermarket checkout, she’d watched enviously as others used their phones—watching videos, playing games, chatting, even paying with them.
To her, a phone was nothing short of magical.
Never in her wildest dreams did she think An Yi—a guy so broke he’d mooch dry buns off her—would actually buy her one.
An Yi stood there, stunned as if struck by lightning.
He touched his cheek where she’d kissed him and sighed inwardly.
Ah, the struggles of a virgin who’d never dated—getting flustered over a single peck.
Still, being rich sure had its perks.
This was the power of money!
Shen Muxuan was too absorbed in her new phone to realize what she’d done.
But what An Yi didn’t see was how her face had turned crimson, her delicate ears burning red.
BANG!
The rickety security door swung open.
Aunt Zhou stormed in, holding a bag. "An Yi, get your ass out here!"
An Yi and Shen Muxuan exchanged glances.
"Uh… You didn’t tell Aunt Zhou about the snacks, right?" An Yi gulped, hoping for the best.
Shen Muxuan tilted her head. "I did. I said you came to stock up and took some."
An Yi: "…"
The air suddenly felt colder.
Putting on his most charming smile, An Yi turned to the frosty-faced Aunt Zhou. "Ah, Aunt Zhou, I was just about to—"
"You little brat! Taking snacks is one thing, but you were trying to clear out my entire store!"
Without hesitation, Aunt Zhou smacked the back of his head. Then she glared at Shen Muxuan. "And you! I put you in charge, not to be his lookout!"
Shen Muxuan stuck out her tongue, wisely staying silent.
"It was on credit! Just a few snacks—I’ll pay you back right now."
An Yi waved it off casually, pulling out three thick stacks of cash from his pocket. Aunt Zhou’s jaw dropped.
Where the hell did this kid get so much money?!
An Yi proceeded to count the 30,000-plus yuan meticulously—left hand to right, right hand to left—repeating the process four or five times before stuffing it all back into his pocket.
Then, from his pants, he fished out three crumpled bills and a handful of coins.
With an air of grandeur, he handed them over. "Three hundred and three yuan. Count it, Aunt Zhou."
Aunt Zhou: "…"
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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?"
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)
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."
