Cui Chong knew all too well about the domestic environment.
Apart from a few major corporations or entertainment malls that hired young men as security guards, most factories—especially at night—relied on what could only be described as old men keeping watch.
If this guy had just stayed in his security booth playing on his phone, they wouldn’t have touched him.
But since he dared to come out, they had no choice but to act.
"I don’t care what your goal is. Ten seconds—get out of my sight."
Zhang Que took a drag from his cigarette, his beast-like eyes fixed on the three men before him.
"You damn security guard! Think you’re something special?"
Cui Chong sneered, then glanced at the green-haired thug beside him. "Put him down!"
The green-haired man immediately pulled out a dagger. "Drop dead, asshole!"
Swish!
He lunged at Zhang Que.
Zhang Que remained indifferent, leisurely exhaling smoke.
Just as the green-haired man reached him, Zhang Que suddenly raised his hand.
Snap!
His left hand clamped onto the man’s jaw, lifting him clean off the ground.
The green-haired man’s eyes bulged as he slashed at Zhang Que’s arm with the dagger, desperate to break free.
But the blade simply wouldn’t pierce through.
"Ten seconds are up."
Zhang Que’s fingers, sharp as blades, tore through the man’s cheek and crushed his entire jaw.
Crack!
The pain was so intense the green-haired man didn’t even have time to scream before collapsing unconscious, blood splattering across the ground.
Zhang Que tossed him aside like trash, took another drag, and strode toward the remaining two.
Cui Chong’s face twisted in horror. This man was no ordinary opponent.
He swiftly hid his hands behind his back.
Whoosh—whoosh—whoosh—
Four throwing knives shot toward Zhang Que—three aimed at his torso, one straight for his forehead.
Zhang Que didn’t flinch. He didn’t even bother deflecting them. The knives struck him dead-on—
And clattered harmlessly to the ground.
Cui Chong and his last companion stared in disbelief. What kind of monster was this?
If he’d been wearing armor under his clothes, that would’ve been one thing.
But one of those knives had hit him square between the eyes—
And he hadn’t even blinked.
"Senior, we were blind not to recognize your skill," Cui Chong immediately bowed his head. "We’ll leave right now."
As he spoke, he shot a glance at the burly man beside him.
The man hurried forward, hoisting their unconscious comrade onto his back.
When he saw the green-haired man’s completely shattered jaw, even as a hardened killer, he nearly retched.
"Senior, we’ll get out of your hair!"
Cui Chong took a deep breath and turned to leave.
"Did I say you could go?"
Zhang Que’s voice, low and demonic, slithered into their ears from behind.
Cui Chong’s legs turned to lead. He didn’t dare take another step. Trembling, he looked back. "Senior, we admit our mistake..."
"Those ten seconds were your chance. You wasted it."
Zhang Que tilted his head up, exhaling smoke into the darkened sky. "We’re all human. So tell me—why do you get to keep both arms?"
At those words, Cui Chong’s pupils shrank. His breath hitched.
The burly man beside him shuddered, a chill crawling down his spine.
"Senior—"
Both men dropped to their knees, begging.
"Will you do it yourselves, or shall I help you?"
Zhang Que’s gaze pinned them in place.
Cui Chong suddenly sprang up, screaming, "RUN!"
He had just turned around when a hand grabbed his shoulder from behind.
Crack!
Fingers pierced through bone, then crushed it.
Pain, deep into the marrow.
Swish!
Zhang Que brutally tore off Cui Chong’s right arm.
Cui Chong’s mouth gaped open as he let out a horrifying scream—"Ah…!"
"Shh! Careful with the left arm."
Zhang Que said softly.
Hearing this, Cui Chong was so terrified that his body erupted in chills. He immediately bit his lip to stifle any sound.
Fear!
It brought tears to the eyes of this hardened killer.
The tall man standing nearby was already dumbstruck.
The green hair on his shoulders fell to the ground, but he didn’t even notice.
His heart pounded in terror, his breath coming in ragged gasps—yet even that couldn’t stop the dizziness overwhelming him.
Zhang Que now turned to face this man.
"Senior… I’ll do it myself! Myself!"
Having witnessed Cui Chong’s gruesome fate, the man would have to be an idiot to let this devil "help" him.
Gripping a dagger in his right hand, he took several deep breaths before hacking down at his own arm.
Thud!
His left arm hit the ground, blood gushing out.
"Now, you look much better."
Zhang Que flicked his cigarette butt to the floor, grinding it under his foot. "Who sent you?"
"It was the Chai family! Chai Wang of the Chai family!"
Cui Chong didn’t know what had come over him. In the past, he’d been captured before.
Under interrogation, he’d kept his mouth shut.
But facing this man? He didn’t dare.
All he wanted was to leave, to escape this monster’s sight.
"Take your arms, and this guy, and go."
Zhang Que pulled out a cigarette from his pocket, clamping it between his lips.
"Thank you, Senior! Thank you!"
The two men nodded frantically, grabbing their severed limbs and the unconscious man before fleeing like madmen.
Zhang Que took out a lighter and lit his cigarette.
After a deep drag, he glanced toward the stairwell not far away. "One last question—I’m asking it for you."
With that, he took another puff and walked toward the company’s security office.
The night breeze lifted the right sleeve of his shirt, revealing nothing beneath.
Meanwhile, hidden in the shadows, Feng Yue’s eyes were red with terror.
What kind of security guard had she hired?
When had she ever seen something like this?
......
At the same time.
Xu Mu had already taken root.
Even without Ye Tong’s contributions, his rounds today had earned him enough Justice Points.
No matter what, his main goal now was to increase his strength.
Watching Ye Tong sleep peacefully, Xu Mu opened his system and began the lottery.
Once again, he prayed for a few cultivation techniques to transfer to her.
The wheel spun as Xu Mu waited silently.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 30 Cultivation Points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining Storage Space.]
Xu Mu nodded in satisfaction. Not bad.
His storage space was now the size of five refrigerators.
Still too small for a car, but at least a bicycle or electric scooter could fit now.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a Third-Grade Heavenly Treasure Gift Box.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining a Second-Grade Heavenly Treasure Gift.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining the Earth-Level Technique: Shadow Bell.]
Xu Mu’s heart swelled with excitement.
Finally, a technique! He’d study it later to see if it suited Ye Tong.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining an Advanced Language Certificate.]
Xu Mu was baffled. What was going on today?
He’d drawn so many rewards—not even the guaranteed minimum had appeared yet.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, on obtaining 20 Attribute Points.]
Finally, the guaranteed reward has arrived.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Earth-tier cultivation manual: Wind Shield.]
Holy crap!
At this point, even Xu Mu was stunned—this was the first time he’d encountered so many rewards at once.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, for obtaining the Seventh-grade Blood Coagulation and Bone Mending Pill.]
...

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?"

grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)

ose... to cooperate with the protagonist! Shen Yuan: I have a system! Protagonist: What? System: Holy crap, you're just spilling it out like that? Shen Yuan: Let's team up, we'll split the system rewards! Protagonist: Fifty-fifty split? Shen Yuan: No way! Protagonist: What!? I'm the one getting beaten up, and I don't get half? Shen Yuan: Forty-sixty split, I get forty, you get sixty! Protagonist: Deal! Big brother, come on, hit me! As long as it doesn't kill me, beat me like you mean it! Shen Yuan: Don't worry... I will definitely protect all of you! No one but me can lay a finger on you! Guard our Heaven's Chosen Ones! I'm the only one allowed to bully them!