"Cleaners wanted! 80 per day, daily payment!
Part-time security guards! 4,000 a month!
Flyer distributors, urgently hiring!"
The labor market.
An Yi watched the surging crowd, a sense of helplessness washing over him.
Only in such an environment could one truly understand the toil of the working class, running back and forth for mere scraps of silver.
To make money, he had brought out his entire life savings—50,000 yuan.
He had already made up his mind: if he couldn’t find a suitable job, he’d head to the underground boxing ring.
50,000 yuan—five fights!
Earn 250,000! Then fight another 25 matches—earn 1.25 million!
And then, another 125 fights—earn 6.25 million!
"Hey, kid, you’ve been standing here for ages. What kind of job are you looking for?"
A chubby, bearded man grinned. "A strong young guy like you is pretty popular here. Tell me what you want, and I’ll hook you up."
An Yi snapped out of his thoughts and pondered for a moment.
Right now, he needed to earn 100,000 a day just to break even. If his daily income fell below that, it’d be a waste of time.
If he was going to waste a day, it had to be worth it.
After a long pause, An Yi said seriously, "Old bro, got any jobs that pay 200,000 a day?"
The bearded man froze, then stared at him. "Bro, I’d like to know too."
An Yi: "..."
Daily-paid jobs? The most lucrative were construction workers.
They could make 300 yuan a day!
Skilled workers like Ding Renfeng could pull in 400!
A solid 10,000 a month—a high-paying job by any standard!
In the past, An Yi would’ve been drooling over this.
But now, knowing he needed 100,000 a day just to stay afloat, even these "high-paying" jobs felt like a waste of life.
"Damn it! Where the hell did Lin Chen find that bodyguard gig worth 100 million?!"
Clearly, it wasn’t at the labor market.
An Yi glanced at the bank across the street and sighed.
Was he really being forced to rob a bank?
Just then—BANG! BANG!
Two gunshots rang out from the bank opposite the labor market!
"Stop him! Someone’s robbing the bank!"
A woman’s scream echoed through the street.
An Yi looked up.
Two burly men in black stockings over their heads were firing into the air, stuffing bag after bag of cash into the trunk of a car.
"Bank robbery? Seriously? People actually do this?!"
An Yi frowned.
Only then did he realize that everyone else had ducked for cover at the sound of gunfire.
He was the only idiot still standing, sticking out like a sore thumb.
Without hesitation, An Yi crawled under a nearby table, mimicking the bearded man’s pose—head down, hands over his head. "Old bro, make some room."
When it was time to be cautious, you had to be cautious.
These guys were robbing a bank!
They were desperate criminals with guns!
Playing hero wasn’t worth dying over.
The bearded man scooted aside, letting An Yi squeeze in, his face pale. "Bank robbery… damn, how do these guys have the guts? They’ll get the death penalty!"
"Get down! Everyone the hell down!"
The two masked robbers kept their guns raised as they loaded the last of the cash, their faces flushed with excitement.
They hadn’t expected things to go so smoothly.
Their escape route was set—as long as no cops interfered, they’d be home free once they cleared this alley.
"In this world, if you really want to get rich, robbing a bank might be the only way. These guys are bold," An Yi mused.
The bearded man: "???"
"Kid, that’s some dangerous thinking!"
An Yi planned to stay put and wait for the robbers to leave.
But then—right on cue—the system’s voice chimed in.
Ding! Side Quest: [Robbery]! Reward: [Demon Fund], Evil Points +30!
An Yi: "..."
He was a law-abiding citizen!
Why was the system assigning him this?!
[Robbery]
Objective: Steal over 100,000 yuan! Time limit: 60 minutes!
"Rob 100,000?! And in an hour?!
This is pushing me to the brink! I could die!"
He absentmindedly tapped the reward details—then froze.
[Demon Fund]
Effect: Doubles all money earned through evil acts!
An Yi’s blood boiled with youthful fervor.
The wise system was guiding him toward a new path!
Just then, the two robbers sped off in a black van, weaving through the crowded streets.
The trunk wasn’t fully closed—bundles of red bills fluttered out behind them.
As the van plowed through a fruit stand and barreled past, An Yi’s eyes gleamed with delight.
CRASH!
An Yi "righteously" stood up, flipping the table over.
"A true hero stands up against injustice!
As a fine young man raised under the red flag, how can I stand by and let these criminals escape?!"
The bearded man, now fully exposed, clutched his head in horror.
"If you wanna die, don’t drag me into it! Those robbers are still out there!"
"Oops, my bad!"
An Yi flipped the table back over the bearded man.
He grabbed a nearby paper bag, poked two eyeholes in it, and pulled it over his head.
A black combat knife materialized in his hand.
Under the table, the bearded man gaped.
"What the hell is this kid planning?
Gonna hit the bank for round two?
Damn—the real robber was right beside me!"
Curious (and maybe looking for inspiration), the bearded man peeked out.
He wanted to witness—er, observe—how this kid planned to strike it rich.
An Yi watched the black van fade into the distance. Without hesitation, he flagged down a taxi.
He yanked the young driver out of the seat and tossed him onto the street.
"I’m chasing robbers! I’ll buy this car for 50,000!"
The taxi’s wheels screeched as An Yi slammed the gas.
He floored it, racing after the van.
A stack of cash flew out the window—five bundles of bills.
The driver, sprawled on the ground, was dumbfounded.
"Who carries that much cash these days—wait, that’s not the point!
HELP! SOMEONE JUST STOLE MY CAR!!!"
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.”
shall grant"] ["Inscribing the glory of our race upon tombstones"] ["All that is threatened, I shall protect"] How his younger sister sees her brother: A brother who only makes eye contact once a day, mostly fading into the background as he tinkers with who-knows-what in his room all day. Their life paths should have remained largely separate. Until one day. Su Qi created an equipment card for his never-met "online girlfriend." His sister fell into silent contemplation upon receiving the "white stockings." [Card can be upgraded] [Upgrade by fulfilling any of the following conditions] [Condition ①: Consume one hundred higher-tier cards] [Condition ②: Complete one 'Heart-Pounding Adventure'] What constitutes a Heart-Pounding Adventure? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Beginner Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to admire it.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Easy Level): Equip the card, invite 'Su Qi' to touch it, and analyze the equipment's texture.] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Entry Level): Equip the card and invite 'Su Qi' to...] [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Challenge Level): Freely combine the words 'Brother' 'Out' 'Brother' 'Me' 'Please' into a complete sentence...] "Please help me analyze both teams' mistakes in this match, brother..." His sister exhaled in relief—surely... surely there couldn't be anything more difficult? [Heart-Pounding Adventure (Suicide Mission Level): Sneak a peek at the names of the galgames in 'Su Qi's' hidden E-drive folder]
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."
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.
