Xu Mu felt a bit helpless—was this how women were?
After hanging up the phone, he grabbed Meng Wanyue’s hand. "Wanyue, we owe this success to you!"
"Huh? President Xu, what did I do?"
"Do you remember the honey trap we fell into before?"
Xu Mu briefly recounted what had happened. "If it weren’t for you organizing the footage, installing the cameras this time would’ve been a huge hassle."
Hearing this, the gloom on Meng Wanyue’s face instantly vanished. "Oh, it was nothing. Just doing my job."
...
Inside the Feng Family Manor.
Sun Wei was hiding in a camera blind spot, scrolling through videos of beautiful women.
You can’t have your cake and eat it too—if you want something, you have to give something up.
He was the head of the Feng family’s security team, managing nearly a hundred men.
The reason? He’d married the daughter of the Feng family’s butler.
By all accounts, he was a winner in life. But his wife weighed over 230 pounds and had a ferocious temper.
He’d thought about sneaking off to a club, but he was terrified.
If his wife or father-in-law found out, he’d be finished.
So, he could only satisfy himself by watching videos.
Just then, a text message popped up on his phone.
"Sun Wei, remember our little encounter? Keep this video safe—wouldn’t want your wife to find out."
Below the message was a link.
Sun Wei frowned but clicked it anyway. All his money was controlled by his wife, so even if it was a virus, they couldn’t steal anything.
The link led to a single video—the one from that day in the hotel.
The first frame showed a bald man roaring, "You bastard! How dare you mess with my wife!"
Sun Wei’s face turned deathly pale. Those scumbags had taken his money—where was their honor among thieves?
His heart pounded, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead. What now?
If this video reached his wife or father-in-law, he might as well be dead.
As panic set in, his phone rang.
Sun Wei answered immediately, his voice tense. "Who is this?"
"Who I am doesn’t matter. If you don’t do as I say, this video goes straight to your father-in-law and your wife."
The voice on the other end was distorted, clearly synthetic.
"What do you want?"
"I don’t like wasting words. There’s a small warehouse at the left corner of the Feng Manor’s front yard. You have half an hour to set it on fire."
"That’s impossible! The manor’s main power lines run behind that warehouse!"
Sun Wei protested.
"Exactly. The clock starts now. If the warehouse isn’t burning in thirty minutes, the video gets sent."
"Wait—"
Before Sun Wei could argue, the call ended.
Fear gripped him. If that video got out, given the butler’s close ties to Feng Kang, he’d be as good as dead.
But arson? If caught, he’d still be ruined.
One was a certainty; the other, a risk.
He had no choice.
If he covered his tracks well enough, no one would suspect him.
The place had wiring—he could blame it on an electrical overload or a short circuit.
With that thought, he steeled himself and moved.
...
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue had been waiting outside. Feng Yue had just messaged, telling him to expect results in half an hour.
About ten minutes later, Xu Mu spotted a plume of black smoke rising from the Feng Family Manor.
Using his heightened perception, he confirmed the warehouse was ablaze.
Guards rushed to the front yard to fight the fire.
Xu Mu turned to Meng Wanyue. "Wanyue, drive to the back of the manor. Now."
"Got it."
Meng Wanyue sped off.
The rear of the Feng Manor had towering walls.
She hopped out of the car, grabbed a backpack from the back seat, and pulled on a black mask.
"Leave it to me, President Xu."
With a light leap, she landed on the car’s roof.
"Got an extra mask? I’m coming too."
Xu Mu climbed up beside her. The Feng villa was massive, and Meng Wanyue had never been inside. Finding the study would take time.
But Xu Mu knew the layout. From the memories of the original Xu Mu, he recalled that when the Xu family first arrived in Yang City, Xu Shou had brought Xu Mu and Xu Ningbing to visit the Fengs.
"Alright!"
Meng Wanyue remembered that Xu Mu knew that "senior"—he must be a martial artist himself.
Besides, with her there, nothing would happen to him.
She opened the backpack and handed him another mask.
As soon as Xu Mu put it on, Meng Wanyue sprang into action.
She slung the backpack over her shoulders, leaped, and used the wall to propel herself up, grabbing the top edge.
Once atop the wall, she reached down. "President Xu, come on!"
"Don’t worry about me—go ahead!" Xu Mu waved her off.
"Right!"
Meng Wanyue dropped down into the manor.
Xu Mu tucked his hands into his pockets and activated Cloud Step.
He walked on air—one step, two steps, three—effortlessly clearing the wall.
Meng Wanyue pulled out a device to scan for cameras. "Clear. No active surveillance here."
"Move fast. No one’s around."
Xu Mu took her hand, and they slipped inside the villa.
His perception confirmed the area was empty—everyone was at the front fighting the fire.
They reached the study.
"Quick, where’s the best spot for the camera?" Xu Mu asked.
Meng Wanyue scanned the room and pointed. "That outlet. We can wire it in for continuous operation."
"Do it."
Xu Mu nodded, expanding his perception to monitor their surroundings.
Meng Wanyue worked swiftly—unscrewing the outlet, installing the tiny camera, connecting the wires, and sealing it back up.
"Done, President Xu."
She packed up her tools and shouldered the backpack.
"Upstairs, now!"
Xu Mu grabbed her hand and rushed out, closing the study door behind them.
"What’s wrong?"
Meng Wanyue looked puzzled but followed.
"Someone’s coming."
Xu Mu’s senses picked up a man approaching the villa.
Exiting through the front would mean crossing paths.
On the second floor, Xu Mu opened a window overlooking the rear grounds and jumped down.
Meng Wanyue followed, eyeing him curiously. How had he known someone was near?
They escaped the manor undetected and drove off.
But they didn’t go far, stopping just outside the Feng property.
Seven or eight minutes later, the smoke dissipated completely.
Xu Mu smiled at Meng Wanyue. "Let’s head back."
She nodded.
...
Back in Jiang City.
Xu Mu and Meng Wanyue returned to their respective homes.
Xu Mu lay on his sofa, eyes closed, processing the day’s events.
Then, his doorbell rang.
Xu Mu sensed the approaching presence and recognized it as Xiao Ran.
"What does this woman want with me?"
Puzzled, Xu Mu stood up and went to open the door.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
