A black business sedan sped wildly down the narrow streets!
Bumping and jolting, the ride was anything but smooth.
Behind it, a taxi swerved recklessly, charging forward in hot pursuit.
An Yi had barely driven a car before, but thanks to his sharp reflexes and some basic knowledge of automobiles, he quickly got the hang of it.
On the streets, the taxi chased like a raging storm!
"Bro, there’s a taxi driver chasing us!"
The nervous robber in the passenger seat reported, peering through the rearview mirror.
The robber gripping the steering wheel remained calm. "Maybe they’re in a hurry to deliver a baby. What’s the rush?"
BAM!
The taxi slammed hard into the sedan’s rear.
The powerful impact forced the sedan to veer sideways, nearly crashing into the roadside railing!
Clearly, the person in the taxi wasn’t rushing to deliver a baby.
This was a blatant provocation!
"Damn bastard! How dare he hit us? Take him out!"
The furious robber in the driver’s seat barked.
His accomplice pulled out a gun and took aim at the taxi behind them.
BANG! BANG!
Two bullets fired—both missing completely.
The taxi didn’t even flinch.
"Goddammit, are you blind?!"
The driver, seeing his partner’s pathetic aim, couldn’t hold back his anger.
"What kind of crap is this?!"
"Bro, we’re out of bullets!"
The gun-wielding robber whined like a kicked dog.
Their gun wasn’t meant for real combat—just intimidation.
So, they hadn’t loaded many bullets to begin with.
Besides, they barely knew how to use it. Hitting a moving target wasn’t exactly easy for amateurs.
"Useless! Shake him off!"
The driver’s face darkened.
Just as he slammed the accelerator, the taxi behind them—like a drunk harassing a young woman—rammed into them again, sending the sedan spinning wildly, almost flipping over!
"Enough is enough!"
They were armed robbers! Even if this guy wasn’t scared, he could at least show some respect!
"My fifty grand is gone! Damn it! You’re gonna spit it all back out!"
An Yi gritted his teeth, eyes locked on the sedan as he stomped on the gas again.
Soon, the sedan also maxed out its speed.
An Yi’s taxi, however, was no match. Even with the pedal to the floor, he couldn’t catch up.
To make matters worse, he was running out of gas! Before long, the sedan left him in the dust.
By now, An Yi’s driving skills had improved, but the distance between them only grew.
His face turned ashen.
Not only was his fifty grand gone, but he’d also failed to catch the robbers and uphold justice! On top of that, he’d wasted half a day—another fifty grand down the drain!
"Tch! Couldn’t even fill up the tank? What kind of ride-hailing is this?!"
Just as An Yi’s heart ached over his loss, the sedan suddenly stopped and ducked into a narrow alley.
"Heaven’s helping me!"
An Yi’s face flushed with excitement. He floored the gas, executed a smooth drift, and came to a perfect stop.
Then, he burst out of the car in a frenzy.
A brown paper bag covered his head, and a combat knife gleamed in his hand.
At this moment, An Yi looked more like a robber than the actual robbers—but an aura of righteousness radiated from him.
"You have committed the unforgivable crime of robbery under the Law of Justice! Surrender now!"
An Yi declared solemnly, standing at the alley’s entrance, knife in hand.
WHOOSH!
Forty-something men wielding blades surrounded him.
An Yi took a step back and said earnestly, "Forty of you ganging up on a twenty-year-old like me? Is this fair? No, it’s not!"
"Goddammit! You chased us for twenty miles, and I thought you were some big shot! Turns out you’re just some punk kid!"
The leader—the sedan’s driver—had taken off his stockings, revealing an average face with one distinctive feature: a chin that looked like a butt.
Right now, he felt humiliated. His face burned, and even his butt-chin was flushed with heat.
He’d been terrified the whole way, thinking some formidable foe was after them. The repeated rear-end collisions had nearly given him a heart attack.
In a panic, he’d ordered his partner to call in over thirty reinforcements, ready for a life-or-death fight.
And yet, the person who stepped out of the taxi was… some idiot wearing a paper bag on his head?!
"Brother Chao, what do we do with this guy?"
One of the men asked the butt-chinned leader.
They’d robbed a bank. Getting caught meant the death penalty. And now, their faces were exposed.
There was no way they could let this kid walk away.
The butt-chinned man’s eyes turned icy as he raised his blade. "Finish him."
An Yi frowned slightly. "That doesn’t sound very nice."
Before he could say more, the forty men charged.
One of them swung his blade straight at An Yi’s head.
The butt-chinned man grinned cruelly.
Murder?
He was used to it.
A blood-curdling scream tore through the air!
The sunset bled crimson, staining half the sky.
The alley, neither too deep nor too narrow, was now littered with bodies—moaning, howling, a symphony of misery.
A man in a paper bag stood atop the butt-chinned leader’s head, pressing his face into the dirt as he drawled, "Where’s the money?"
"I-it’s all in the trunk!"
The butt-chinned man was scared out of his wits.
He’d never seen anyone fight like this.
Armed with just a knife, An Yi had taken down forty men single-handedly!
To keep them from running, An Yi had even severed a tendon in each of their hands and feet.
An Yi walked to the sedan’s trunk and, with his LV3 lock-picking skills, popped it open effortlessly. Inside were two bulging bags of cash.
Ding! Mission [Robbery] completed! Reward: [Devil’s Fund], Evil Points +30!
"Nice!"
How much was this?
Just as An Yi started counting, he noticed the [Devil’s Fund] had a notation.
Cash: 2,211,100!
[Devil’s Fund] Balance: 4,422,200!
"Ones, tens, hundreds, thousands… millions!"
An Yi’s eyelids twitched wildly.
Two million in the [Devil’s Fund] had doubled to four million! Absolutely terrifying!
Four million—just like that. It felt like a dream. This was a goldmine!
Then, An Yi paused, his expression turning serious.
A group this big, organized, and armed surely had more money stashed away.
He turned back, walked up to the butt-chinned man, and planted his combat knife into the dirt—just one centimeter from the man’s eye.
The butt-chinned man was utterly panicked now.
What else did this monster want?!
"Where’s the rest? I want all of it."
An Yi’s voice was cold.
The butt-chinned man trembled. "W-we gave you everything! We haven’t pulled a job in a while. That’s all we had!"
"Oh. Then you’re useless. Time to die."
An Yi raised the knife casually.
The butt-chinned man screamed, "W-wait! I remember now! There’s about three hundred thousand in my safe!"
"Good. Everyone gets a chance to buy their lives. No pushing—line up nicely!"
An Yi cleared his throat, his grin hidden beneath the paper bag.
Too bad no one could see the devilish smile on his face.
] 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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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.
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!
