An Yi was stunned.
He wasn’t mistaken—the system had actually notified him that he had suppressed the Son of Destiny!
This had only happened twice before.
Once at the hospital, and another time also at the hospital.
The first time was when the old man who fought him over a chicken leg taught him the art of Qi Manipulation, triggering the notification about suppressing the Son of Destiny.
Later, when he found out that Lin Chen had somehow also mastered Qi Manipulation, he figured the one being suppressed must have been him.
The second time was when he treated Lan Ruoxi’s mother. After waking up from sleep, he inexplicably received another system notification.
After some thought, it probably had something to do with Zhang Fan.
So whose fault was it this time?
An Yi pondered for a moment—could it be that little brat Fang Jueming?
Theoretically, it should be him. However, he only had the potential to become the Son of Destiny, not the actual title yet—a quasi-Son of Destiny, so to speak.
As An Yi was lost in thought, he bumped into Lin Chen standing right outside his door.
The number above his head was glaringly obvious: 95 Destiny Points!
An Yi:
"The truth is always hidden in plain sight."
Back in his rented apartment,
An Yi carefully opened the exquisite box Qin Zhengwei had given him.
Inside lay a dull, ancient-looking ring.
His face flushed with excitement.
An Yi wasn’t stupid—Lin Chen’s Destiny Points had dropped by five, and this thing was definitely the culprit.
Holding the ring, An Yi cautiously bit his finger and squeezed out a drop of blood, letting it drip onto the ring.
The ring showed no reaction whatsoever.
Without hesitation, a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes as he pulled out a black combat knife and sliced his finger open.
Blood gushed out, submerging the ring.
Still no reaction.
Wrong method?
An Yi grew curious. After holding the blood-soaked ring for a while, he examined it closely before gingerly slipping it onto his finger.
The moment he put it on, the system’s voice rang out.
Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining [Demon Sword: Dragon Fang]!
An Yi:
He felt like an absolute idiot.
Those TV drama tropes were clearly meant to fool idiots—blood pacts were a scam. He’d hurt his finger for nothing.
What surprised An Yi even more was that the Villain System had automatically stored the ring and even provided a description.
[Demon Sword: Dragon Fang]
Description: A demonic sword from the Ancient Continent.
Creator: King Yama
After reading it, An Yi felt like he’d gained nothing.
However, a few words stood out and left him frozen in place.
Ancient Continent?
An Yi knew full well that this place, called Aqua Blue Star, was definitely not some "Ancient Continent."
Could this be from another dimension?
Or perhaps… his own world?
In his world, there was no such thing as a "continent."
After all, in everyone’s understanding, the world was everything—the sky and the earth were the vastest things they knew.
Who in that world could have imagined that the twinkling stars in the night sky were actually massive celestial bodies, and that the boundless universe was the true expanse of existence?
King Yama.
This title made An Yi fall silent.
As a child, he’d heard this name before—but wasn’t that just a myth? And yet, this world also had legends about the King of Hell.
Shaking it off, An Yi stopped overthinking it.
Demon Sword: Dragon Fang—just the name alone sounded badass.
Dragon Fang…
Come to think of it, hadn’t some guy mentioned being part of the "Fang Mercenary Group"? Whatever, not important!
An Yi’s excitement returned as he polished the ring in his hand.
Still as shabby as ever.
He decided to try channeling the Qi Manipulation he’d recently grasped into it.
Crack!
The dusty outer layer of the ring suddenly flaked off, revealing a pitch-black band underneath.
An Yi was stunned.
This ring looked seriously cool now!
But what the hell did it have to do with a demon sword?!
Would wearing it give him a damage bonus when slapping people?
An idea struck him, and he continued pouring Qi into it.
Shiiiing!
A sharp, metallic sound echoed as a brilliant blue light flashed in An Yi’s hand.
A blade materialized—cold, razor-sharp, and radiating an intimidating aura.
Even without testing it, he could feel its terrifying sharpness.
The black hilt had minimal ornamentation, yet it exuded an ancient, refined elegance. Just holding it made him want to swing it.
No man could resist such a perfect weapon!
Everything about it was flawless… except for how damn short it was!!!!
The ring on his finger had transformed into a dagger in his palm—barely the size of a fruit knife. An Yi compared it to his combat knife and clicked his tongue.
Seriously?! They’re practically the same size!
What kind of "demon sword" is this?!
Gripping the hilt, another thought struck An Yi.
Could it be that he was simply too weak right now? Maybe the Qi he channeled wasn’t enough to unleash the sword’s true power?
Determined to test this, An Yi steadied his breathing and focused.
Gathering all the Qi in his body, he poured it into the Demon Sword: Dragon Fang.
Hummm!
The dagger emitted a resonant hum.
Sure enough, as the Qi continued flowing into it, the blade extended a few more inches!
Now, it looked more like a butcher’s cleaver than a fruit knife!
But after just a few seconds, An Yi’s body trembled violently. Exhausted, he collapsed onto the bed, drenched in sweat as if he’d been fished out of water.
Gasping for breath, his eyes sparkled with delight.
His guess had been right.
At his current level, he couldn’t fully unleash the Demon Sword: Dragon Fang’s power.
But a dagger was still a dagger.
Coincidentally, he’d recently picked up a top-tier modern combat knife—now he could dual-wield them!
One forward grip, one reverse grip, perfect for offense and defense!
The best part about this demon sword was its element of surprise.
No one would expect a ring to turn into a weapon.
Sneak up on a target, suddenly summon a dagger, and deliver a fatal strike.
If it was a backstab, combined with the 150% damage bonus from a sneak attack…
This thing was practically made for assassinations!
Even if he killed someone, the enforcers wouldn’t find the murder weapon—Wait, what the hell was he thinking?!
Retracting the blade back into its ring form, An Yi admired it on his finger and grinned.
So tired…
Having exhausted himself from channeling too much Qi, An Yi’s body gave out. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep.
"An Yi! Wake up! Wake up!"
An Yi groggily opened his eyes.
Shen Muxuan had returned at some point and was shaking him anxiously.
"What’s wrong? What happened? Don’t panic," An Yi mumbled, yawning. He’d slept straight through to nighttime—it was completely dark outside now.
Shen Muxuan bit her lip, her face pale with worry. "Aunt Zhou is missing."
"Missing?"
An Yi rubbed his messy hair. "Don’t worry. She’s eaten more salt than you’ve eaten rice—she’s cunning as hell, especially when it comes to collecting rent. In the two years I’ve known her, I’ve never seen her lose out. She’s probably playing mahjong somewhere."
"But… but she hasn’t been reachable all day. I’ve been running the convenience store alone, and she never showed up," Shen Muxuan said, her voice trembling.
An Yi’s expression turned serious. "Let’s go check upstairs!"
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
