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!"
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."
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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)
