Lock-picking!
How could he have forgotten about that?
But what does lock-picking have to do with defusing a bomb?
With the remaining time, An Yi couldn’t afford to overthink. He wanted to upgrade his lock-picking skill but suddenly realized he had completely run out of Evil Power Value!
"Ding! Insufficient Evil Power Value, unable to upgrade!"
The system’s prompt, with only two minutes left, sounded especially grating.
And damn it, why did a simple lock-picking skill require so much Evil Power Value?!
Shit!
Where was he supposed to find that much Evil Power Value now?!
Cold sweat broke out on An Yi’s forehead.
With two minutes left, if he had any sense, he could still drop everything and run, leaving Qin Yao behind.
"An Yi!"
Qin Yao stared at him, her voice choked with emotion.
An Yi’s voice was firm as he met her gaze. "Don’t worry! If we die, I’ll die with you!"
Right now, Lin Chen’s Destiny Value had bounced back to 100!
An Yi was betting on it—
A protagonist with max Destiny Value and a near-perfect supporting character couldn’t possibly just die like this!
Qin Yao stared at An Yi, his domineering presence and sharp eyes like a vast galaxy, leaving her momentarily mesmerized.
Would she really end up in a tragic love story with this guy…?
Resigned, Qin Yao felt an eerie calm settle over her as death loomed.
"An Yi, in the next life… don’t be such a playboy," she said with a bittersweet smile.
An Yi’s hands were still frantically working on the bomb. He frowned. "The next life’s too far away—don’t give up so easily!"
Seriously, what kind of romantic drama was she trying to pull at a time like this?!
He was a man destined to become the King of Rogues—he couldn’t just die here!
Meanwhile…
With the Seven Kill Fist technique, Lin Chen was holding his own against Butcher.
The two exchanged blows, neither gaining the upper hand.
Butcher’s face was bruised.
Lin Chen was worse off, covered in bloody wounds.
Only his beast-like reflexes kept him alive, barely dodging fatal strikes.
Wiping blood from his lips, Butcher grinned. "Didn’t expect you to last this long. Doesn’t matter—you’ve got a minute left. Let’s see you escape now!"
Lin Chen, panting heavily, smirked back. "Then I’m dragging you to hell with me!"
An Yi’s forehead was drenched in sweat.
A little over a minute remained.
No miracle in sight. The protagonist, Lin Chen, was still tangled up with that sunglasses-wearing bastard.
With his measly Lv1 lock-picking skill, defusing the bomb was a pipe dream.
Had he guessed wrong?
Was Lin Chen’s story actually some angsty short-tragedy where the protagonist dies young?
Oh my god!
An Yi’s hands trembled as he worked. Death wasn’t scary—but dying like this? Unacceptable!
Qin Yao, on the other hand, seemed at peace, gazing at him with a serene smile.
Hey, hey! Snap out of it, princess! I don’t wanna die—I was just bluffing earlier!
"Damn it!"
An Yi suddenly remembered—he still had one unfinished mission!
[Aid the Chosen One]
The words "Incomplete" glared back at him.
He’d been stuck in a mental trap.
The Rogue System had exploitable bugs. For the past two years, he’d been abusing them—
Returning stolen goods, handing snatched wallets to the police… He’d done plenty of ridiculous things.
Could this mission be cheesed too?!
His eyes lit up with realization.
"Old Lin!" he roared. "Quick, say: ‘Thanks to your help, everything’s resolved perfectly. I’m so grateful!’"
Lin Chen: "…"
Butcher: "…"
The hell?! They were in a life-or-death showdown—why ruin the tension?!
Lin Chen: "Are you insane?!"
An Yi was livid. "Just fcking say it already!!!"
Seeing An Yi practically foaming at the mouth, Lin Chen gritted his teeth.
Fine. They were all gonna die anyway—might as well grant the guy his last wish.
With forced embarrassment, Lin Chen stammered: "Th-thanks to your help… everything’s resolved perfectly. I’m… so grateful."
"Ding! [Aid the Chosen One] mission complete! Reward: Evil Power Value +100! Charm +0.5! Lin Chen’s Favorability +50!"
The 0.5 Charm boost brought An Yi’s score to 8.8.
Instantly, his already handsome features sharpened further—chiseled jawline, piercing eyes, devastatingly attractive… Not that it mattered when death was seconds away.
Hearing the system’s voice, An Yi nearly burst into tears of joy.
He’d gambled right!
This trash system was full of holes!
The mission never specified that the aid had to actually succeed—just that the Chosen One had to acknowledge it.
And now, Lin Chen himself had declared the mission complete! How was this not a win?!
"Ding! Host severely violates system rules. Warning issued! Next offense will result in severe punishment!"
The system’s cold voice rang out again.
A warning? Whatever! If he died now, what did it matter?!
"Pour all 100 Evil Power Value into lock-picking!"
"Ding! Congratulations, host! [Lock-picking] skill upgraded to Lv3!"
With thirty seconds left, An Yi’s hands shook.
There was still time!
Everything could still work out!
Outside the abandoned factory, a deafening roar echoed.
"Finally!" Butcher grinned viciously. "Sorry, boys—I’m getting out alive. See you never!"
In a flash, he grabbed the unconscious Viper, slashed through the wall with his blade, and shoulder-charged through the gap.
Crack!
The wall crumbled, revealing the outside world.
A helicopter swooped in, lowering a rope ladder.
At the controls—none other than Red Poison, whom An Yi had met at the underground fight club.
Butcher hauled Viper up the ladder.
Lin Chen lunged forward—but too late. He could only watch as Butcher ascended out of reach.
Then—click.
Qin Yao gaped. In the final seconds, An Yi had disarmed the bomb.
And judging by how effortless it looked, it might as well have been easier than drinking water…
So what was the two-hour struggle for?!
Just to make the mission harder?!
"Old Lin! Kick it!"
An Yi hurled the timer at Lin Chen.
As if sensing it, Lin Chen spun mid-air and delivered a vicious flying kick—
Whoosh!
The timer shot like a missile toward the helicopter.
No no no no—!
Butcher’s face turned green as the timer hurtled toward him.
Mid-air, there was no time to dodge.
Boom!
The explosion lit up the night sky, a fireball blooming into a cloud of black smoke.
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.”
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!"
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."
ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!
