Ye Tong watched Xu Mu return to his room, especially his words "waiting for you," which made her expression slightly uneasy.
"It's exactly the same as the earrings you used to wear, sis?" Ye Yu couldn't help but exclaim as she looked at the golden earrings in the box.
Could it be that Xu Mu had truly turned over a new leaf?
Impossible!
She absolutely couldn’t be fooled by his act—he must have some ulterior motive.
Ye Yu pulled Ye Tong downstairs; she needed to have a heart-to-heart with her sister.
Xu Mu was the classic type—slapping you a hundred times before offering a single piece of candy.
Was she supposed to thank him for that?
Screw that!
...
Meanwhile, Xu Mu was already lying in bed, feeling slightly nervous.
He was still a young man at heart.
Before coming here, he had been a fresh graduate working an office job for just over a year, never even having had a girlfriend.
He was a traditional guy, the type who wouldn’t set foot in those frivolous, pleasure-seeking places.
"Right, I should do the lottery first," Xu Mu muttered to himself.
The roulette allowed one draw for every 100 points, and he now had over 200.
He needed to see what rewards he could get—these were his tools to stand against the protagonist.
Opening the system, Xu Mu stared at the panel before him and tapped his finger on the roulette.
The wheel began to spin, and the entire system lit up with a faint glow.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 20 attribute points.]
Xu Mu checked their purpose and realized they could be allocated to his personal stats.
This was a fantastic reward—permanently enhancing his physique, something countless people dreamed of.
He reviewed his current attributes:
Strength: 9
Speed: 11
Endurance: 6
Defense: 7
Logically, he should invest in strength or speed.
With enough strength and speed, even the Dragon King wouldn’t stand a chance.
But remembering the ordeal he was about to face, Xu Mu silently allocated all the points to endurance, raising it to 26.
With each point added, he felt subtle changes in his body.
He tapped the roulette again for another draw.
The wheel spun rapidly before gradually slowing to a stop.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Master-level Piano Certification.]
Instantly, new memories flooded Xu Mu’s mind.
His fingers moved rhythmically through the air as if playing an invisible piano, the skill now ingrained like muscle memory.
"I’d have preferred strength," Xu Mu sighed.
Right now, his priority was surviving the Dragon King’s return.
Still, Ye Tong’s favorability had already turned positive, and from now on, every point of affection from her would be multiplied by eight.
There would be plenty more chances to draw rewards.
Besides, she was just one of the female leads—the Dragon King had many more.
Once he started farming favorability from them, wouldn’t he skyrocket?
Before long, the bedroom door opened.
Ye Tong saw Xu Mu already tucked under the covers, her face flushing slightly.
Even she couldn’t quite understand her own emotions at that moment.
Her sister’s words earlier had been spot-on.
Xu Mu had hurt her so many times—just because he gave her a piece of candy today, did that mean he’d changed?
Of course not.
She also knew what Xu Mu intended to do, but she couldn’t find a reason to refuse.
After all, she was his legally wedded wife.
Though they hadn’t held a wedding ceremony, they were officially married.
"You’re here. Let’s sleep," Xu Mu beckoned to her.
"Mm," Ye Tong nodded softly.
Xu Mu had watched a detective drama earlier, where the investigator caught the two troublemakers and unraveled the truth from there.
In the end, justice prevailed—a satisfying conclusion.
...
Ye Yu was filled with regret. She suddenly missed her own little den.
Why had she chosen to sleep in the neighboring room?
She couldn’t sleep. The noise was like construction work—utterly unbearable!
The next morning.
Xu Mu’s eyes snapped open, and he instinctively reached for his phone to check the time.
Only when he saw his phone—now a sleek tri-fold—did he remember.
Right. He had transmigrated.
No more rushing to clock in at work, terrified of being late and docked pay.
He glanced at Ye Tong, still asleep beside him, tear stains faintly visible at the corners of her eyes.
He figured his current endurance was more than enough for his wife.
If he needed more later, he could always upgrade.
If he drew more attribute points, he’d allocate them elsewhere.
Fine wine was enjoyable, but moderation was key.
Checking his justice points, he found they had increased by over 500.
Last night, he’d noticed Ye Tong’s favorability rising like a flowing stream.
But toward the end, it had dipped slightly.
Seemed like everything had its limits—push too hard, and it backfired.
Not wanting to disturb Ye Tong, Xu Mu quietly got up, dressed, and left the room.
Only after hearing the door open and close did Ye Tong finally open her eyes.
She’d been awake for a while but hadn’t dared to move with Xu Mu beside her.
She was afraid—afraid he’d pull her into another round.
Too intense.
By the early hours, she’d started getting annoyed.
Seriously, it was her first time!
...
After a quick wash, Xu Mu settled onto the living room sofa.
Thanks to last night’s efforts, he now had five more draws. Eager to strengthen himself, he immediately started spinning the roulette.
The wheel spun before stopping.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 10 attribute points.]
Xu Mu frowned. Bad luck on the first try—yesterday, he’d gotten 20.
He drew again.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 20 attribute points.]
Another spin.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Master Chef Certification.]
Xu Mu rolled his eyes. Why was he getting all these useless things?
He needed strength to survive!
No choice—he kept drawing.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained 50 attribute points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host. You have obtained a Storage Space.]
At this, Xu Mu froze.
Ignoring the attribute points for now, he inspected the storage space first.
Opening the system, he found a new "Inventory" tab. Tapping it revealed a transparent, virtual cabinet—about the size of a fridge, with no door.
Hesitating briefly, he stuffed a sofa cushion inside.
Closing the system, the cushion vanished.
When he reopened the inventory, the cushion was there—he pulled it back out.
"Now this is useful," Xu Mu mused, stroking his chin.
He could stash weapons in here for self-defense.
Even airport security wouldn’t detect them.
This round had netted him 80 attribute points in total. He began distributing them, first raising all his stats to 30—triple that of an average person.
The remaining 13 points went into speed.
Strength was tempting, but he knew the plot—the Dragon King was a martial artist.
No matter how strong he was, it meant nothing if he couldn’t land a hit.
Better to boost speed—if he couldn’t win, he could at least run.
With each point allocated, Xu Mu felt his body transforming.
It was like a purification—his muscles grew more defined, and the haziness in his vision cleared, as if he’d regained the sharpness of childhood.
He checked his updated stats:
Name: Xu Mu
Identity: Villainous Saint, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Strength: 30
Speed: 43
Endurance: 30
Defense: 30
Skills: Master-level Pianist, Master Chef
Satisfied, Xu Mu nodded to himself.
At that moment, his phone rang. Glancing at the screen, he saw it was Xu Shou—his father.
According to the plot, Xu Shou was somewhat of a figure, though unfortunately saddled with a prodigal son.
When the Dragon King returned, after dealing with the antagonist Xu Mu, his sister would become part of the Dragon King’s harem.
In the end, Xu Shou would be left with nothing but a hollow title, while the Xu Corporation would fall entirely under the Dragon King’s control.
It would serve as a stepping stone for the Dragon King’s domination of Jiangbei’s business world.
But now that Xu Mu had become him, the Dragon King wouldn’t find it so easy to seize the family fortune.
"Dad, what’s up?" Xu Mu answered.
"Today’s Saturday—don’t forget to visit the Su Family. You’re on good terms with their son, aren’t you? Make sure you secure this deal for me," Xu Shou said on the other end. "Come to the company first. I need to brief you on a few things."
"Got it…"
As Xu Mu replied, he noticed Ye Tong coming downstairs.
She was gripping the railing, her legs trembling with each step.
When her eyes met his, there was a trace of resentment in her gaze.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
