(This is a parallel world Blue Star. The worldview, cultural history and reality are irrelevant. The protagonist transmigrated before he was even born, and he doesn't know he transmigrated, so he wore a lonely one.)
"Thanks to Top Supporter for the rocket. Love you muah!"
Ye Wenli looked down at her phone. On WeChat, a man named Crazy for Love sent a message: "I just sent 10 rockets tonight. You should fulfill your promise too."
Ye Wenli sent a location and replied: "Okay, if you can come before midnight, I'll be yours tonight."
She also attached two of her sexy selfies.
After putting down her phone, Ye Wenli returned to the screen and smiled, "Dear family, Mengmeng is feeling a little uncomfortable today, so let's stop here. Love you muah, bye!"
After ending the livestream, Ye Wenli dialed a call, "The big fish took the bait."
Then she hung up.
...
"Oh I'm so envious of those Top Supporters, spending tens of thousands just to make a beauty smile." Su He sat on an electric bike, watching Su Mengmeng going offline. The barrage was filled with wailing.
"Su He, you're still too young. This is complicated!"
Ma Mingzhe leaned over and said, "We delivery guys have already figured out the patterns of Su Mengmeng's offline times. Whenever there's a Top Supporter madly sending gifts, Su Mengmeng would say she's unwell."
"Ha, enjoying the free show, let's keep laughing in secret, Old Ma. I saw you sending Su Mengmeng a Porsche last night, not bad, just a small 100 bucks, if your wife finds out she'll kill you!"
On the other side, Pan Zhigang laughed at Ma Mingzhe.
"Nonsense, that wasn't me, I didn't!" Ma Mingzhe immediately denied.
Pan Zhigang took out his phone while flipping through it, "I even took a screenshot, it's definitely you Old Ma Shitu right?"
"You little rascal, delete it for me..."
"No delete, I'll show your wife..."
Su He watched Old Ma and Pan fight over the phone and smiled. Suddenly his phone vibrated.
"Ding! You've got a new delivery order, please process it promptly."
He put on his helmet and said to the guys around, "Bros, I gotta go first."
"Alright, be safe on the road."
Mingjia Community, Building 2 Unit 603, Ms. Ye.
Su He looked at the order address. This Ms. Ye would order takeout from the same Sichuan restaurant every night at 11pm sharp.
"Excuse me, coming through!" Su He took a shortcut but there was a car accident ahead in the middle of the night. The people in front didn't bother moving at all.
Su He had to turn around and speed up.
"Picking up order!" By the time he arrived, the restaurant was already cleaning up and no one cared about him. Su He found the packaged takeout and put it in his box, rushing to Mingjia Community at top speed.
Looking at the impending timeout warning on his phone screen, Su He was extremely anxious. With one late order this month, he could lose out on 200 bucks in his performance review.
"Hey young man, delivery needs to register!" The security uncle stuck his head out.
Su He took out a prepared dollar coin and put it in uncle's hand. He got off his bike, grabbed the food swiftly, and ran while yelling back, "Uncle, please watch my bike!"
"This kid...almost didn't recognize him with the mask." Uncle examined the coin closely and threw it on the table. Then he took out a lock and locked Su He's e-bike.
"Rascal, dare to fool me with a game coin..."
...
Mingjia Community had 15 floors. At the elevator, one was broken and the other occupied. Su He ran towards the stairs. 6 floors wasn't too high.
Su He bounded up the stairs swiftly. At the same time he clicked "Delivered" on his phone.
"Phew, just in time." Su He was drenched in sweat, panting heavily. He contacted Ms. Ye on his phone.
The order note said: Don't call, don't knock. Send message when arrived. Leave by yourself after 20 minutes. Thanks.
Nearby delivery guys all liked taking Ms. Ye's orders because she's very pretty and kind, giving 10 bucks tips every time. Even if over 20 minutes late, she would still give 20 bucks the next day.
Su He would rather stand outside for 20 minutes.
After waiting a while, Su He started playing on his phone, opening the livestream app. Su Mengmeng wasn't online so he clicked into a stream called Chirp Big Baby to watch.
The barrage was filled with "Big big big..."
Su He saw a familiar ID, Old Ma Shitu, repeatedly spamming: Big big big...
"Thanks Old Ma Shitu for the rose. Wish Brother Ma smooth career, sweet love, and good fortune."
"Thanks Ma Brother for the 520 gift again. Ma Brother is capable in every way, gifting with such grandeur. They say accompaniment is the most enduring confession. I've received Ma Brother's affection. Mwah, love you!"
Ding, WeChat message popped up: Ma Mingzhe: Bro, help a brother in need, lend me 200!!!
Su He ignored it and went back to the stream. Soon a Porsche flashed by, then another Porsche flashed by.
"Thanks Ma Brother for the supercar. No bumps with a supercar, smooth road ahead to Chirp's heart. Love ya love ya!"
Seconds later, Su He's WeChat blew up with screenshots from the delivery group.
"Love you Ma Brother muah!"
"Chirp Big Baby!"
"Ma Mingzhe, this is your so-called help from Jianghu? Pay back the money!"
...
In the stream, Old Ma Shitu sent a barrage: Streamer, can I add your WeChat?
"Ma Brother, the stream rules. Gift 10 Porsches and add streamer's WeChat. Lifelong protection, lifelong love, carve Brother's name in my heart."
"Damn, why don't I go rob it?" Su He couldn't help but curse. 100 bucks for one Porsche, 10 is 1,000 bucks. How many deliveries would that take?
Freeloading is true happiness. Su He had never gifted anything before.
Looking at the time, it had been over 20 minutes. Su He put down the takeout to leave.
"Slap!" Something shattered inside the room.
Then there were footsteps coming over.
Su He thought since he was already here, might as well wait for Ms. Ye to hand it to her personally.
The door opened but just a crack.
"Your takeout!" Su He held out the food.
"Gah!" Su He's sudden voice frightened the person inside, and the door swung open.
A man? Su He frowned. The group had discussed before that Ms. Ye was a single woman. So there was a man now?
The man's face and hair were still wet. He closed the door again, leaving just his head out, eyeing Su He warily, "What are you doing?"
Su He handed over the food with a smile, "Delivering takeout."
The man glanced at the bag but didn't take it. He simply said, "Don't need it anymore, you can have it!"
"Bro, I'm...not hungry."
"Alright, that's it."
The door closed.
Understandable, Ms. Ye is quite pretty after all... Su He put his ear on the door to try and eavesdrop for free.
Creak, the door opened again and Su He tumbled right in.
"What are you doing?" The man dragged a suitcase, glaring at Su He.
Glancing inside, there was another man sitting not far on the sofa. Su He quickly got up and apologized, "Sorry, I just wanted to come say thanks for the food."
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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.”
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
