Chapter 12: A Hero Saving a Damsel in Distress? Not a Hero, but a Phantom Thief!
[Ding, Task 3: Increase your livestream viewership to 1 million, task completed, current popularity:
Reward: 2 Skill Enhancement Cards]
[Ding, detected host's first successful theft, Kaito Kid card fusion rate +12%, system points +1200, obtained divine-level lock-picking skill (beginner)
Current fusion rate: 42%]
"Lock-picking skill? Not bad."
In the late night plaza, Chen Feng sat alone enjoying a rare moment of quiet. A pigeon perched on his long legs, pecking at breadcrumbs from his palm.
On his phone played a recording of his livestream from an hour ago.
A series of headlines about him continued trending with high popularity.
[Real Thief Appears in Thief Game! China Region 3 Participant Chen Feng Steals World's Largest Sapphire—Heart of the Ocean!]
[Chen Feng's Warning Notice Taunts Authorities, Pursuit Team Returns Empty-Handed! The Match Ends with Chen Feng's Victory!]
[Phantom Thief! A Brand New Title!]
Besides these positive news stories, there were also some critical pieces from experts trying to gain attention.
[Professor Sun Evaluates the Chen Feng Incident, Clearly States that a Thief's Success is a Cultural Tragedy.]
[S City's Professor Li Claims the So-called Phantom Thief is Just Another Type of Thief, Chen Feng is Setting a Bad Example for Today's Youth!]
Of course, whether positive or negative news, Chen Feng just smiled and moved on, showing no intention of responding publicly.
He didn't really care about people's opinions of him online. What he enjoyed more was the fascinating process itself.
As for what others thought, that was beyond Chen Feng's concern.
He used the two skill enhancement cards just awarded by the system—one to upgrade Voice Changer to intermediate level, and the other to upgrade Magic Hands skill to advanced level.
According to Chen Feng's understanding, the system divided skills into four levels.
They were: Beginner, Intermediate, Advanced, and Perfect.
Once reaching the Advanced level, one's abilities would basically equal those of the card character. Reaching the "Perfect" level would far surpass the card character's original abilities.
In other words, if all of Chen Feng's skills reached the "Perfect" level, even if Kuroba Kaito stood before him, he would wonder who the real Kaito Kid was.
Just then, a voice from not far away caught Chen Feng's attention.
"Don't move! Hand over all your money, or you'll regret it!"
In a small alley not far from the plaza, a short man with a dirty face was glaring fiercely at a woman.
The gleaming short knife waved constantly in front of the woman, his vicious appearance preventing her from making any sudden moves.
"Don't... don't do anything rash, I'll give you all my money..."
Hearing this, a smile finally appeared on the short man's filthy face.
Who knew what kind of days he'd been having?
Since joining this damn [Thief Game] show, he thought he could legitimately make a fortune under the guise of the program.
Who would have thought that the cursed Pursuit Team would be so formidable, using the city's surveillance system with noses sharper than dogs.
Every time he showed his face, the Pursuit Team would arrive before he could do anything.
Three days had passed like this, and not only had he failed to strike it rich, but he hadn’t even had a decent meal.
Every day was either fighting rats for territory in the sewers or hiding in public restrooms, swatting away mosquitoes.
Today, though, luck was finally on his side. Not long after stepping out, he spotted a lone young woman—if he didn’t rob her good and proper, it’d be an insult to all the mosquito bites he’d endured!
At that thought, the man’s expression grew even more menacing.
His small eyes bore into the woman as if he wanted to devour her whole.
In his livestream, though not as popular as Chen Feng’s, the show’s hype had still drawn over twenty thousand viewers watching his every move.
“Damn, this guy’s disgusting. Too scared to go after groups or tough guys, so he preys on lone girls? What a coward!”
“Agreed. Compared to him, Chen Feng’s practically a saint!”
“Wait… doesn’t that woman look familiar?”
“Familiar? Is she a celebrity? Huh, now that you mention it, she does seem like someone I’ve seen before…”
“Oh! I remember! Isn’t she the girl Chen Feng flirted with at the rooftop bar on the first day of the show?”
“You’re right! Her name’s… Zhou Wanning, right?”
Meanwhile, Zhou Wanning stared at the vicious man before her, regret creeping into her heart.
After what had happened a few days ago, she’d taken notice of Chen Feng and learned he wasn’t actually a fugitive—just a contestant on the hit show Thief Game.
For some reason, the news had brought her an inexplicable sense of relief, even though she barely knew him.
Then came Chen Feng’s viral heist announcement, which had taken the internet by storm. Eager to see it for herself, she’d rushed over after work, hoping to snag a ticket.
But the event was so wildly popular that the line stretched halfway down the block. By the time she reached the front, tickets were sold out. Defeated, she settled for watching the livestream on her phone in the square.
And now, as if that wasn’t enough, just as she was about to head home, she got robbed!
Zhou Wanning couldn’t help but wonder if she’d forgotten to check her horoscope before leaving the house. How could one person be this unlucky?
Seeing her hesitate, the man grew impatient.
He brandished his knife and snarled, “Hurry up! Don’t make this harder than it has to be!”
Zhou Wanning flinched, her hands trembling as she reached for her wallet.
Then—a sharp whistling sound cut through the air.
A flat object sliced across the man’s wrist, leaving a thin trail of blood.
“Who’s there?!”
The man spun around, scanning the area in panic, but saw no one. Only the object, now embedded deep in the wall, gave any clue.
“A… playing card?”
Zhou Wanning blinked in disbelief. She’d never seen someone use a card as a weapon before.
“Such rough treatment of a beautiful lady is hardly becoming of a gentleman.”
Just as everyone was puzzling over who had intervened, a voice drifted down from above.
A figure in white sat casually on the railing of a second-floor window, a card gun in hand—proof that he was the one who’d struck.
“Who the hell are you?”
“Chen Feng.”
Two voices rang out simultaneously from the two individuals involved.
Yet one tone carried surprise, while the other brimmed with delight.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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.”
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."
] [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!"
