Lin Yang's hand reached in, pushing the window open as he slowly climbed inside. "This window of yours is quite tricky to get through."
Feng Yue's delicate brows furrowed. "Mr. Lin, why break my window when there’s a perfectly good door?"
"I didn’t want anyone to know I was here."
Once inside, Lin Yang drew the curtains shut. "There shouldn’t be any cameras in here now, right?"
"Wh-what are you… planning to do?"
Feng Yue took a step back, her body tensing as she noticed the cold look in his eyes and the black gloves he now wore.
"I hate being lied to, yet people keep doing it," Lin Yang said calmly, advancing toward her.
Realizing the danger, Feng Yue immediately bolted for the door.
But Lin Yang seized her hair, yanking her backward with such force that she stumbled and fell.
He gripped her head and slammed it into the floor with a loud thud.
Feng Yue’s face scraped against the rough surface, peeling skin and drawing blood.
"Help—ugh!"
Before she could scream, Lin Yang drove his knee into her stomach.
Feng Yue gagged, spitting up blood as she collapsed, too weak to make a sound.
"Beautiful women get privileges from me, but you? You’re not one of them."
Lin Yang yanked her head up by the hair, studying her ruined face. "In my eyes, true beauties are pure. You? You’re filthy."
"Lin Yang…" Feng Yue sobbed, gasping through the pain. "What… did I ever do to you?"
Lin Yang leisurely pulled out his phone and played a recording he’d obtained from Xu Mu.
Hearing it, Feng Yue’s eyes widened in terror.
She never expected Xu Shou to have planted a bug on Chen Bei.
"Anything to say now? Conspiring with Qian Gang to trick me, then promising him nights with you as a reward?"
Lin Yang sneered. "I suppose sleeping with old men is how you got this far, huh?"
He’d once considered adding her to his harem, but now? The thought disgusted him.
He wasn’t desperate enough to take scraps left by other men.
"Even if I did sleep with them, what’s it to you?" Feng Yue spat through gritted teeth.
SLAP!
Lin Yang backhanded her without hesitation, splitting her lip and filling her mouth with blood.
As a mercenary, he’d encountered too many beautiful assassins.
If he showed mercy just because a woman was pretty, he’d have died long ago.
"Feng Yue, hand over the real documents."
"Never! Kill me if you dare!" she defied.
"‘If I dare’? Oh, I dare. You don’t even know what I used to do."
CRACK!
He twisted her shoulder with a single motion.
Feng Yue sucked in a sharp breath, her pretty face contorting in agony.
"I’ll dislocate every limb and feed you to the river."
As he spoke, he grabbed her other arm.
"No… please, no!"
Fear finally overtook her. She was just an ordinary woman—no match for a hardened mercenary like Lin Yang.
All she knew was that death meant losing everything. Staying alive meant a chance to turn things around.
"Tell me everything, and I’ll spare you. Lie again, and..."
Lin Yang stood calmly and walked to the wooden bar nearby. He placed his hand on it.
BOOM!
The entire structure shuddered, cracks spiderwebbing across it, nearly collapsing.
Feng Yue trembled. "Are you… one of those legendary ancient martial artists?"
"Not bad for a Feng Family bastard. You know a thing or two. But remember—cross me again, and death will be the least of your worries."
His tone dripped with arrogance.
Feng Yue hung her head, tears streaming. She couldn’t accept this.
One moment, she thought she’d outsmarted the Feng Family. The next, reality crushed her.
She regretted ever partnering with Lin Yang. Without him, she might’ve succeeded.
But soon, she realized something.
Not everyone was like Xu Mu, who’d loved her unconditionally.
Xu Mu had known she was using him, yet he’d stayed loyal.
She let out a bitter laugh. He was right—she was a monster.
Betraying the one who cared for her, siding with those who didn’t.
Damn it.
Damn it all.
She decided to find Xu Mu, to tell him she regretted everything.
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Meanwhile, Xu Mu and Ye Tong were already curled up in bed.
They listened to the audio from the phone, unable to see but vividly imagining the scene.
"So that’s the bar owner you used to visit often?" Ye Tong asked softly.
"Yeah. I only got close because I knew she’d planted spies in my company. I was investigating."
Xu Mu gave a white lie—the original "villain" Xu Mu was gone, and he’d never be that much of a fool.
[Affection +20]
"I misjudged you before… but it doesn’t matter."
Ye Tong wrapped her arms around his. "You’re the only family Ye Yu and I have. As long as you treat us well, I don’t care if you have other women."
Xu Mu blinked. "Wife, you…"
He was speechless. What kind of woman was this?
"Let’s not talk about it."
Ye Tong pressed her cheek against his arm, too embarrassed to admit the truth—Xu Mu was too vigorous, and she couldn’t keep up.
As someone with a people-pleasing nature, she felt guilty denying him. If he needed more, so be it.
"I’ll always cherish you. You’re my wife—no one’s taking you away."
Xu Mu held her close. If that "Dragon King" dared target Ye Tong, he’d pay with his life.
[Affection +20]
Ye Tong whispered, "It’s over, right? Turn it off. That woman… I almost feel sorry for her."
"Alright."
Xu Mu nodded. The phone auto-recorded anyway—he could review it tomorrow for intel.
One detail stuck out: Feng Yue was a Feng Family bastard.
Suddenly, Xu Mu’s expression shifted.
Ye Tong had been acting bolder lately.
With her "time of the month" slowing his Justice Points grind, he’d only saved up enough for ten system draws.
Ignoring her, he opened the system interface to roll.
Time was like water in a sponge—always something to squeeze out.
First, he checked his stats:
Name: Xu Mu
Role: Villain Saint, HR Manager of Xu Corporation
Realm: Dark Force (Early Stage)
Physique: 170
Spirit: 170
Cultivation Points: 60/200
Fate Energy: 40
Xu Mu frowned. Turning Feng Yue—a key heroine—against Lin Yang should’ve drained Lin Yang’s Fate Energy.
Yet his own hadn’t increased. Did he need to confront Lin Yang directly to steal it?
He couldn't be bothered to worry about it anymore—time to try his luck with the draw.
He initiated a ten-round spin, and the lottery wheel began to turn.
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained 20 cultivation points.]
[Ding! Congratulations, Host, you’ve obtained a Tier-3 Self-Healing Pill.]
...
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)
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?!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
