No one noticed.
In a corner of the banquet hall, a young man with an ordinary appearance but sharp eyes grew increasingly venomous in his gaze.
Qin Yao?
She was the woman he wanted. How dare this bastard try to interfere?
"Chen Fei, come here."
The young man beckoned to a woman who was somewhat attractive but exuded an air of coquettishness.
Chen Fei walked over with a smile. "Young Master Heng, what can I do for you?"
She was one of the few present who knew the young man’s background.
Yang Heng, from an ancient martial arts family!
Rumor had it that his mother was of Japanese descent, and his family had close ties to Japan. His background was profound—low-key but terrifyingly powerful.
"That guy—go test him out," Yang Heng said, pointing at An Yi.
Chen Fei frowned slightly as she observed An Yi chugging red wine straight from the bottle.
He looked decent—tall, well-built, and rather handsome—but there was an unmistakable air of a penniless loser about him.
A smirk curled her lips. If he had offended Young Master Heng, that guy was in for a world of trouble!
As the host of Qin Yao’s birthday banquet, she naturally had to entertain the guests.
Lin Chen, though technically a bodyguard, had been dragged into hosting duties by Qin Yao due to the lack of staff.
Clearly, Lin Chen wasn’t fond of such formalities—his poker face couldn’t even muster a forced smile.
Shen Muxuan had been whisked away by Wu Shuangshuang, leaving An Yi to wander around the banquet table, sampling the food.
In the two years since arriving in this world, he had never seen such delicacies. Even without Shen Muxuan’s appetite, he was determined to try everything!
Opportunities like this high-society soirée were rare—he couldn’t afford to miss out.
Chewing on a roasted goose leg, An Yi stared thoughtfully at Qiu Xu and his entourage of rich kids.
Should he try to cozy up to these wealthy folks?
If each of them lent him a billion, he’d be set for life!
Ding!
Mission: [Violence]
Reward: [Jade Beauty Elixir Recipe]! +20 Evil Points!
The sudden mission notification caught An Yi off guard.
When he checked the requirements, he was stunned.
[Violence]
Objective: Deliver 100 effective strikes to a victim.
Target: No restrictions.
Time Limit: 60 minutes.
What kind of messed-up mission was this?!
Violence? At this hour? Where the hell was he supposed to find a victim?!
His gaze landed on Gu Hongyun.
This guy had mocked him earlier for bringing fake wine. Maybe he’d do.
Gu Hongyun, who had been chatting with a few socialites, suddenly felt a chill run down his spine.
Turning around, he saw An Yi staring at him with unsettling intensity.
Damn it! I stopped mocking you—why are you looking at me like that?!
Having chosen his victim, An Yi decided to ambush Gu Hongyun on his way home.
Satisfied, he grabbed a glass of juice and checked the mission rewards again.
The 20 Evil Points were negligible, but the real prize was the [Jade Beauty Elixir].
Effect: Sun protection, blemish removal, and skin improvement.
An Yi raised an eyebrow, unimpressed. Based on his two years in this world, this didn’t seem particularly groundbreaking.
Just then, a provocatively dressed woman with decent looks brushed past him.
Suddenly, she spun around, pointing at him in outrage. "What the hell?! Why did you grab my ass?!"
An Yi, mid-sip, was baffled.
"Have some shame! Can’t you just go home and jerk off?! Why touch me?!"
The woman’s face twisted with fury as she shrieked.
An Yi: "…?"
Her loud accusations drew everyone’s attention, and the crowd erupted in schadenfreude.
"I knew it! Even if he’s good-looking, a poor loser like him is still a creep at heart!"
"Can’t blame him—Chen Fei’s figure is pretty tempting. Still, he’s got guts!"
"Pfft, what a scumbag! That clueless girl next to him earlier must’ve been tricked!"
Chen Fei’s wine-red evening gown accentuated her curves, and she certainly had the assets to back up her confidence.
An Yi quickly realized—this woman was framing him!
But why? They didn’t even know each other!
Qin Yao noticed the commotion and moved to intervene, but Lin Chen stopped her.
"Don’t rush. What if it’s true? Let’s see how this plays out. I wouldn’t put anything past that guy."
Qin Yao paused, studying Lin Chen’s face. "You seem… oddly happy about An Yi getting into trouble?"
Lin Chen immediately schooled his expression. "No, you’re imagining things."
Despite being branded a pervert by the crowd, An Yi remained unruffled.
He glanced at Chen Fei and scoffed. "Gross. Who’d want to touch your dirty ass? I still need my hands to eat!"
He raised his palm—still greasy from the roasted goose—while Chen Fei’s dress remained spotless.
The discrepancy was obvious.
"Besides, your butt’s fake. Smells like plastic—who’d even want to touch it?"
An Yi wrinkled his nose in disgust.
With his Lv. 4 Medical Skills, he could tell at a glance that her curves weren’t natural.
"You—!" Chen Fei’s face turned purple with rage.
Was this guy even a man?!
She was a woman—a beautiful one at that!
If she framed him, he should’ve just laughed it off like a gentleman. Did he have to be so petty?!
An Yi wasn’t done. "What, ‘you’? Maybe stop doing gangbangs from behind—your silicone’s all lopsided. Has no one told you one side’s bigger than the other?"
Nearby, Qiu Xu and Gu Hongyun whispered:
"He’s right—it is uneven. Gu, didn’t you notice last time?"
"How would I know? There were so many people—who pays attention to details like that?"
Hearing the murmurs about her asymmetrical backside, Chen Fei trembled with fury, her pretty face contorted in humiliation.
Qin Zhengwei, who had been drinking with Wu Tong, chuckled. "That kid’s mouth is lethal. She’s not even married yet."
Wu Tong glared at An Yi and downed another glass of wine.
Damn it! He still couldn’t figure it out!
"Alright, alright," Uncle Fu interjected, hobbling over with his cane. "Today’s Miss Qin Yao’s birthday—let’s keep things pleasant. Shouldn’t our birthday girl start opening her gifts?"
He had only recently been discharged after being severely injured by Blue Shark and wasn’t fully recovered.
Chen Fei, chest heaving with indignation, sneered. "Uncle Fu, you’d better be careful. Some people might’ve come with ulterior motives—like borrowing money!"
An Yi scratched his head sheepishly. "Well, actually… I was planning to ask—"
Unexpectedly, Uncle Fu roared like an enraged lion, "Chen Fei, shut your mouth! What do you take An Yi for? Do you really think he’s the kind of despicable, shameless, utterly unethical, and morally bankrupt scumbag who would borrow money at someone else’s birthday party? Apologize to An Yi right now!"
An Yi:
] [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!"
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."
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
