"Installments? What if you default on the payment?" The burly man in black looked at Gan Zhe with suspicion.
"Big brother, you have all my evidence. What are you afraid of?" Gan Zhe said, on the verge of tears.
"Alright, I'll let you off the hook for now. But you better behave yourself. Otherwise, hmph, even in prison there will be people to deal with you."
The man in black issued a stern warning.
"I won't, I won't." Gan Zhe hurriedly shook his head and hands.
After cooperating with the men in black to document a series of evidence, he finally saw off the intimidating thugs.
In the empty presidential suite, Gan Zhe sat dazed in the bathtub.
The stillness lasted only a brief moment before wails erupted.
"Why? Why? Why are you doing this to me?"
"Can't you just stick with me? How could you be broke following me?"
"Why? Why? Why?"
"Why do you all have to leave me? What did I do wrong?"
"This problem is too hard, too hard! I can't solve it, I can't!"
Furious, Gan Zhe splashed the bathwater forcefully.
Gan Zhe couldn't fathom it at all.
He was a wealthy man too.
Why were these women unwilling to stay with him?
As long as they followed him, he would shower them with money.
Why would they abandon the boundless sea of gold for such petty gains?
A mere five million, that's all.
In the spacious, bright conference room, the men in black gathered with Nannan and Mo Yan.
"You did an excellent job on this mission. Don't worry, we'll pay for your treatments."
"From now on, we'll cover all your medical expenses. And here's the fee for your performance."
"You should stay abroad from now on."
The leader of the men in black handed them two bank cards as he spoke.
Nannan and Mo Yan accepted the cards joyfully before leaving the conference room.
They had to catch their flight out of the country that night.
[Ping, the companion system detects dissatisfaction with the host, compatibility drops by 20%, now remaining at 70%]
Ye Bufan quietly received this message in his villa.
Nannan and Mo Yan were naturally his agents.
Gan Zhe thought the matter was over.
But the real danger had only just begun.
The tranquil moonlight streamed through the window, casting its glow on the villa's floor.
Ye Bufan raised his glass toward the moon, reminiscing about Ye Feng.
Perhaps it wasn't him reminiscing, but rather someone else's deep resentment.
After wallowing in the bathtub for a long time, Gan Zhe finally came to his senses.
The five million loan with a deadline wasn't easy money.
To take on new tasks, he had to first complete that one million job.
A full hundred companions, and Gan Zhe hadn't finished a single one.
The previous job with Mo Yan didn't count in the system's eyes.
Or rather, the system detected people, not instances.
To speed up the task, Gan Zhe opted for one-off companion jobs.
Hourly work was too slow to complete the task in time.
Gan Zhe couldn't wait that long.
Of course, the system didn't object to Gan Zhe's loophole tactics, only raising the one-off rates to match the hourly rates.
One-off jobs were faster but considerably more expensive.
Originally, clients could play three rounds in an hour, now reduced to just one.
Essentially tripling the rate.
Fortunately, after the alleged divine incident, Gan Zhe's status as a gaming legend was solidified.
He still attracted quite a few fans drawn to his skills.
In just one evening, Gan Zhe completed one-third of his task.
Three days.
Just three days, and one million would be in hand.
Though it would quickly pass to someone else.
But the money came too easily.
He didn't want to return to the dorm room.
The beds there were dirty and hard, nowhere near as comfortable as the presidential suite.
Not to mention, here they had staff to clean.
Gan Zhe casually had a server buy him two new outfits and settled in.
On the soft, plush bed, he drifted into sweet dreams, slumbering heavily.
Conserving his energy for another beautiful day.
The vigor of youth is boundless, with no outlet.
Just like Gan Zhe, despite being drained by two leeches the previous day,
He was back to his lively, energetic self on the new day.
Click to accept the job.
A new task arrived swiftly.
As usual, Gan Zhe led the client to the wilderness outskirts.
His first priority was finding an AK-47.
That was the key to his success.
AK-47 in hand.
Joyous gunfire rang out once more across the fields.
Rat-tat-tat
Rat-tat-tat
"Hey, that looks like a robot over there."
Gan Zhe muttered, glancing at the figure walking dumbly by the roadside.
"Bang!"
The moment he raised his gun, Gan Zhe sensed something was off.
The person across fired back instantly, knocking him to the ground.
"Help... me... help..."
Before Gan Zhe could call out for his client's aid, another shot finished him off.
"This... must be a hack, definitely a hack!"
Gan Zhe yelled as he watched his smoldering crate of a body disintegrate.
"A hack?" The confused client tentatively sprayed a few rounds.
Rat-tat-tat
The figure immediately dropped.
"This was clearly just an AI, no, based on the hype online about some divine power, is this all you've got? Killed by a robot? And you charge that much? Is this a game?"
The enraged client vented.
"That... was indeed my mistake. Let me comp you a round, shall I?"
Seeing the downed figure, Gan Zhe's tone softened.
Being killed by an AI was a huge embarrassment.
Even a novice could easily take one down.
"No need, I learned my lesson paying your fees last time."
Anyone willing to spend big to hire Gan Zhe wouldn't blink at the mere fifty bucks.
Seeing the new negative review, Gan Zhe could only shake his head ruefully.
Client ratings were crucial for companions.
Fortunately, this was his first negative review so far, limiting the impact.
Sure enough, when Gan Zhe reopened the queue, a new client soon hired him.
Same wilderness, same lone, aimless figure.
One shot to knock it down.
Two shots to the head.
Three shots for revenge.
Gan Zhe stared dumbly as the client effortlessly gunned down the AI.
His mind was buzzing.
This place must be glitched.
Another negative review, ending this wicked round.
A fresh lamb enters the fray.
This time, Gan Zhe didn't dare venture into the wild.
Landing directly in the city, he unleashed the AK-47 in a slaughter.
One.
Two.
Three.
After mowing down over a dozen people, the city finally fell silent.
Gan Zhe could breathe again, briefly thinking the system had malfunctioned.
Glancing at the next safe zone, he frowned.
That distance was rather far.
"Got everything, boss? Time to move out."
The client drove, naturally, while Gan Zhe rode shotgun, rifle at the ready.
Woo-woo-woo
The jeep raced along the mountain road.
Rat-tat-tat
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
Explosive Plot Song Gua crossed over into another world, bringing along a whole crew of his doppelgangers—all of them mischief-makers. This was a world where everyone could choose a class. Song Gua became a "Bondweaver," capable of borrowing power, while his doppelgangers took on a wide variety of classes, covering just about everything. The number of doppelgangers grew day by day, each one a talented individual with a charming way of speaking. Under Song Gua's brilliant leadership, they would "greet" each other daily and engage in friendly "sparring," pulling off one major scheme after another on Earth. Sometimes they were bandits—stealing bosses, plundering mines, snatching resources. Sometimes they were saviors—descending like divine warriors to face world bosses threatening to massacre cities. Sometimes they even went undercover, infiltrating various major factions to stir up trouble from within, keeping their enemies constantly on edge. To prevent their doppelganger abilities from being exposed, Song Gua made them wear masks with mahjong tile patterns and don Taoist robes in various colors. "Remember, in front of outsiders, call me 'The Dice.'" "Got it! Boss!" "Not 'Boss'—it's 'The Dice.' Think about the vibe, pay attention to the vibe." "Yes! Boss!" "For crying out loud..." From then on, whenever they appeared, they would have their own theme song playing: ~Hey~ paying respects at the mountain stronghold at night~ whose arm is draped over whose shoulder~ gather your courage and follow along...
