"Drip, drip..."
The sound—whether it was bathwater or blood hitting the floor—was unnervingly clear.
The stairwell reeked of the pungent stench of blood.
The door to Su Di'er's home had been smashed open, leaving a gaping hole.
Zhong Yi pressed his eye nervously against the peephole.
He watched as the girl's cheerful footsteps froze the moment she reached the fourth floor.
Yet, in just an instant, Su Di'er steadied herself. Like a startled kitten, she lowered her head and hurried forward.
Her footsteps were no longer light.
Zhong Yi could see it clearly—Su Di'er kept stealing glances toward her own home with the corner of her eye.
The hallway was littered with corpses, impossible to miss.
Zhong Yi's heart pounded wildly.
If Su Di'er showed even the slightest sign of distress, she would end up just like her father or younger brother—brutally slaughtered by those lunatics from the Demon Suppression Bureau!
After all…
They were a pack of madmen hellbent on wiping out the entire family!
What surprised Zhong Yi was that Su Di'er's composure and quick thinking defied her age.
Even as her family's blood pooled at the doorstep…
Even as she saw her little brother's lifeless body sprawled in front of the door…
She didn’t turn back.
Instead, she walked past her home as if it meant nothing to her, heading straight for Li Ang's room.
Only when she reached the guard stationed outside did Su Di'er finally break, her eyes welling up with tears.
Zhong Yi realized it immediately—Su Di'er was pretending not to be Ma Wei's family, but his.
Trembling, Su Di'er approached the door.
Now, only a thin barrier separated her from Zhong Yi.
She raised a hand and knocked.
Her beautiful eyes were already drowning in tears.
Zhong Yi burned with the urge to fling the door open and pull her to safety.
But the moment his hand gripped the doorknob, a sharp deduction flashed in the corner of his vision.
[Behavior Score -10 (This is a life-or-death gamble. Li Ang refuses to meddle in others' karma.)]
[Behavior Score -5 (Opening the door the moment she knocks would reveal you’ve been watching. Unbecoming of a professional killer.)]
Through the peephole, Zhong Yi saw Su Di'er’s delicate face twisted in despair, her voice a fragile whisper.
"Please… please…"
"Open the door… just let me in…"
How could Zhong Yi endure this?
Veins bulged on his forehead as he tightened his grip on the handle.
"Screw karma! OPEN! OPEN!!!"
He gritted his teeth and tried again to turn the knob.
Another prompt.
[Behavior Score -8 (This is a life-or-death gamble. Li Ang refuses to meddle in others' karma.)]
"Damn it!!!"
Zhong Yi cursed and attempted once more.
[Behavior Score -5 (This is a life-or-death gamble. Li Ang refuses to meddle in others' karma.)]
Another failure—but he noticed something. The deductions were shrinking.
Was Li Ang’s true self also struggling?
He looked outside again.
Su Di'er wept silently, her shoulders shaking.
Meanwhile, the Demon Suppression Bureau guard at her doorstep had noticed something amiss. A cold glint flashed as he drew a dagger and began advancing toward her…
Zhong Yi’s breath hitched.
As a cultivator, the guard could easily sense breathing from inside.
If Su Di'er knocked and no one answered… it meant she wasn’t family.
And that meant only one fate awaited her—death.
"OPEN! OPEN, DAMN IT!!!"
Zhong Yi rattled the handle like a madman.
The dagger-wielding man drew closer.
Su Di'er’s brows furrowed, her quiet sobs trembling through her small frame…
[...]
Behavior Score -3…
Behavior Score -1…
Then—
Click.
A sliver of light fell across Su Di'er’s face.
The dull gray in her eyes suddenly flickered to life.
Li Ang’s low voice cut through the silence.
"Come in."
[...]
Li Ang’s room was almost unsettlingly bare.
At the old wooden table, Zhong Yi and the hollow-eyed Su Di'er sat in silence.
The Demon Suppression Bureau agents had left.
The constables had come, asked a few questions, and hastily retreated upon learning it was the Bureau’s doing.
Zhong Yi had just listened to Su Di'er pour out her grief.
How the woman and older sister in the house were her stepmother and half-sister.
How she despised her piggish father, who had watched her mother die without lifting a finger, doting only on his new wife and her daughter while beating Su Di'er daily.
Their deaths didn’t sadden her.
In fact, she admitted that if the Bureau hadn’t done it, she might have killed them herself one day.
The only one she mourned was her four-year-old brother…
[...]
"What’s your name?" Su Di'er asked once she’d calmed slightly.
"Li Ang."
Zhong Yi answered while reaching for a cup of goat’s milk.
"Cute. I like it."
The girl wiped her tears, her tone startlingly frank.
Pfft—
The system’s interference sent Zhong Yi choking on his drink.
While he turned to grab a cloth, Su Di'er’s gaze snagged on a black bundle atop the cabinet.
By the time Zhong Yi turned back, she was staring wide-eyed at the assortment of tools inside his assassination kit.
"Li Ang… what are you?"
She blinked, unafraid.
"Same as them. A killer."
Zhong Yi considered, then answered truthfully.
"But you won’t kill me, right?"
Su Di'er smiled.
Zhong Yi wanted to respond, but the behavior system locked his words.
"Can you kill some people for me?"
"The six outside?"
"Mhm. How much does it cost?"
"Five thousand… per head."
"That’s way too expensive…"
She pouted, suddenly childlike again.
"Li Ang…"
"Teach me how to kill. Be my master, okay?"
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
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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.”
