"Pay to save your lives?"
Upon hearing the words of the man wearing a brown paper bag over his head, the robbers were stunned.
What the hell did that mean?!
This guy wasn’t here to uphold justice—he was here to rob them?!
Damn it!
Who’s the real robber here?!
"What are you waiting for? Hand over the money!" An Yi barked, his dagger stabbed into the ground, his expression fierce.
The man with the cleft chin was utterly humiliated.
They were the robbers here! Couldn’t this bastard have picked some wealthy civilian instead?
"Brother Chao, don’t listen to this son of a bitch!"
"Let’s fight! A man would rather die than suffer this disgrace! Death is better than humiliation!"
The robbers were furious. Even though they were all lying on the ground, they roared, ready to go down fighting.
Then—
A scrawny man with a venomous glint in his eyes stealthily pulled out a black pistol and aimed it at An Yi.
Whoosh!
With just a glance from the corner of his eye, An Yi flicked his combat knife like a streak of light, piercing the gunman’s arm.
"AHH!"
Blood gushed from the hole in his wrist.
The scrawny man howled in agony.
"Not bad for someone who just mastered throwing knives, huh?"
An Yi could’ve hit the target blindfolded—something that would’ve been unthinkable before.
"You dare point a gun at me?"
An Yi strode over, yanked the knife out, and blood splattered.
Then, he casually picked up the fallen pistol and aimed it at the scrawny man.
"Your money. All of it. Now."
"I don’t have any!" the scrawny man spat defiantly.
BANG!
A gunshot rang out.
The bullet tore through the man’s leg.
An Yi was secretly amazed—real guns were way more powerful than in the movies!
One shot had blown a gaping hole in the man’s leg, revealing shattered bone and mangled flesh.
Thanks to crappy action films, he’d thought guns were just for making flashy sparks and loud noises.
"I—"
The scrawny man’s face twisted in agony, sweat pouring down his forehead.
BANG!
Before he could finish, An Yi shot his other leg.
"Mercy! Mercy! I’ll pay, I’ll pay!"
With two bullets in his knees, the man broke down, snot and tears streaming down his face.
An Yi smiled warmly. "That’s more like it."
The gruesome sight of the scrawny man terrified the other robbers.
With their tendons slashed, they couldn’t run far—they were like fish on a chopping block.
This guy didn’t even blink while cutting tendons or firing shots. He must’ve taken dozens of lives to be this calm!
If they provoked him again, they’d really die.
Sure, they knew this life would end badly, but seeing their comrade writhing in pain, they fell silent.
Better a live coward than a dead hero...
The scrawny man’s money was all in his bank account.
An Yi grinned at the cleft-chin man. "You got a POS machine?"
With the gun barrel pressed against his forehead, the man cooperated eagerly. "Y-yes! Standard equipment for robbers! I’ll get it right away!"
After setting up the POS machine, An Yi was stunned when he saw the transfer.
280,000 yuan!
Damn! Robbers really were loaded!
Once the money went through, it doubled in An Yi’s "Demon Fund" to 560,000 yuan—a string of digits that brought him pure joy.
"Next!"
An Yi waved the gun, and the robbers, despite their injuries, scrambled to swipe their cards.
Their dedication was almost admirable.
Then, one robber sneakily transferred only 30,000 yuan.
An Yi frowned. Without a word, he shot the man’s knee. "Too little."
"I—I really don’t have more!" the robber gasped, collapsing to his knees.
An Yi didn’t bother arguing. He just shot the other leg.
The robber wailed, "Wait! I remember now—this card has another 200,000!"
"I minored in psychology. I know when you’re lying."
An Yi smirked as the payment went through, twirling the gun before holding it out to the scrawny man. "Out of bullets. Gimme more."
The scrawny man: ...
The insult hurt worse than the injury.
The next robber cooperated fully, emptying every card he had.
"Good, good. No bullets for you!" An Yi praised cheerfully while collecting the cash.
The robber exhaled in relief, his back drenched in sweat.
(An Yi was lying about the psychology degree—he barely remembered his college major. But under his threats, the robbers played along.)
(Of course, in their hearts, they cursed him and his ancestors eighteen generations back.)
This bastard deserved the worst death imaginable!
What psychology?!
This asshole just shoots if he feels something’s off!
And his excuse is fucking intuition!
BANG!
The familiar gunshot made the robbers flinch.
"Big guy, why so little? Only 3,000?" An Yi said coldly. "I’m pissed now. This won’t end well."
"I... I really don’t have more," the tall robber stammered, pale-faced.
BANG!
Another bullet tore through his other leg.
"Still lying?"
"That’s all I’ve got!"
BANG!
Three more shots. The robsters watched, furious yet helpless.
Finally, the cleft-chin man spoke up. "H-he’s an addict. He only turned to robbery because he ran out of money for drugs!"
"Oh. Well, no worries. Just testing his honesty."
An Yi patted the big guy’s shoulder. "Congrats, you passed. As a reward, you can keep your 3,000."
The big robber: ...
Soon, all forty robbers were cleaned out.
An Yi checked his account balance.
"One, ten, hundred, thousand... million!"
By the end, his hands were shaking.
Five million yuan!
In the Demon Fund, it doubled to ten million!
A massive payday!
But as he calculated how much life that bought him, his excitement faded.
"Only about a hundred days?"
Not even half a year. Barely three or four months.
"Damn this shitty life!"
With that, the robbers watched as the paper-bag-wearing man hoisted two heavy sacks of cash over his shoulders and stomped away, cursing.
"Brother Chao... all the money we stole over the years... gone," the scrawny robber whimpered.
People only saw how fast robbery paid—they didn’t know how hard it was to amass this much!
The cleft-chin man punched the ground, eyes burning with hatred. "That beast! As long as we’re alive, we’ll get our revenge. We’ll slaughter his whole family!"
One robber, unable to bear the loss, snarled, "Brother Chao, we can’t take this! Let’s report him to the police!"
The man with a cleft chin, suppressing the pain from his severed tendons, slapped the back of his head: "Dumbass!"
They had no intention of reporting to the authorities, but they never expected that the guy who just robbed them had already called the law enforcement hotline.
"Hello, Officer? Yeah, there's a bunch of robbers here! The same ones who robbed the bank! What? Who am I? I go by my true name—Lin Chen!"
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
