This man in his thirties was known as Black Panther, the infamous leader of the local underworld.
Recently, he had caught the attention of the authorities due to an old case—though he remained blissfully unaware.
Li Jinchuan walked straight up to him and said,
"Black Panther?"
The gangster looked up, eyeing the suited man who stood out like a sore thumb in this place.
"Who the hell are you?"
"Someone who can save your life." A cryptic smile played on Li Jinchuan's lips.
"At nine tonight, the cops will raid your place. They’ll have men at the east gate and the back alley."
"Your only way out is through the ventilation shaft in the third-floor restroom."
Black Panther’s crew burst into laughter, as if they were looking at a madman.
But Black Panther didn’t laugh.
He stared into Li Jinchuan’s eyes, searching for something.
"Why should I believe you?"
"You don’t have to." Li Jinchuan turned to leave.
"Just remember my words at 9:05."
With that, he vanished through the door.
That night, though skeptical, Black Panther’s years of survival instincts kicked in. He made preparations.
At exactly nine o’clock,
a fleet of police cars silently surrounded the pool hall.
The operation was swift, executed with lightning precision.
Black Panther’s heart sank.
Without hesitation, he scrambled through the third-floor restroom’s ventilation shaft, just as Li Jinchuan had said.
Hiding behind a dumpster in a nearby alley, he watched as his men were handcuffed and hauled away. His body was drenched in cold sweat.
Was that man… some kind of god?
The next day, Li Jinchuan found Black Panther again.
This time, the gangster’s attitude did a complete 180.
He gazed at Li Jinchuan as if he were a deity.
"Boss… just who are you?"
"I’m the one who’ll take you to the top," Li Jinchuan replied coolly.
Using fragmented information from his memory, he revealed several secrets known only to Black Panther’s inner circle.
That was the final straw. Black Panther was utterly convinced.
He gathered his last remaining desperados and handed them over to Li Jinchuan.
In front of these men, Li Jinchuan presented himself as a "prophet" with the power of foresight.
Each successful "prediction" only deepened his belief in his own divine mission.
He became intoxicated with the feeling of controlling life and death.
He began embezzling funds, exploiting the last vestiges of his authority as the general manager of Qin Corporation’s new energy division.
He directed Black Panther and his crew to orchestrate a "perfect" accident—targeting Su Yang.
He intended to correct this flawed world in the bloodiest, most direct way possible.
What Li Jinchuan didn’t know, however, was that every covert meeting, every order, every financial transaction—
all of it was meticulously recorded, analyzed, and archived within an invisible web.
…
Deep beneath Yuanlong Technology’s headquarters, three floors underground,
lay the building’s security command center.
A massive curved screen displayed cascading streams of data.
At its center was a real-time dynamic map, with Su Yang and Lu Ruoxi as its focal points.
Their locations, routes, and environmental risk assessments were visualized in detail.
A portion of "Nuwa’s" computational power had been allocated to this defensive system.
Zhang Qi stood expressionless before the screen as an analyst delivered his report.
"Assistant Zhang, target Li Jinchuan has established contact with 11 individuals with criminal records in the past 48 hours. The ringleader is Chen Hu, alias Black Panther."
"Funds traced back to embezzlement from Qin Corporation’s new energy project, totaling three million yuan."
"According to Nuwa’s predictive model, the target is planning a homicide attempt against Mr. Su Yang—likely a staged traffic accident."
The screen displayed several simulated scenarios:
a runaway truck, a multi-car pileup, falling debris from above…
Each option came with success rates, risk levels, and probable execution times and locations.
"…Three high-probability scenarios identified. All point to the elevated section of Binhe Boulevard."
"Time: 8:35 tomorrow morning, when Mr. Su Yang drives Ms. Lu Ruoxi to work."
"All involved personnel, vehicle details, and operational specifics have been captured."
Zhang Qi listened without a flicker of emotion.
Everything was unfolding exactly as Chairman Lu had anticipated.
He picked up the internal line and dialed Lu Chenyuan.
"Chairman Lu, the fish has taken the bait. The net is ready."
Lu Chenyuan’s voice was calm on the other end.
"Notify the relevant departments."
"Initiate ‘Operation Cleanup.’"
"Code name: Dawn."
"Acknowledged." Zhang Qi hung up.
Turning to the command center, he announced,
"Operation Dawn begins now."
His voice was ice-cold, efficient.
"Remember our objective."
"We’re not just stopping an assassination."
"We’re using this foiled attempt to drag every rat hiding in the shadows—along with their crimes—into the light."
The command center sprang into action.
The clatter of keyboards and the relay of orders merged into a symphony of calculated precision.
A meticulously crafted trap, designed to annihilate Li Jinchuan from every angle, had been set into motion.
…
The next morning, sunlight bathed the city.
Su Yang drove his "Boundless" electric car, Lu Ruoxi beside him, just like any other day on their way to the research institute.
Soft classical music filled the cabin.
Lu Ruoxi scrolled through data on her tablet.
Su Yang focused on the road.
Everything was perfectly ordinary.
They had no idea.
Five kilometers ahead, at the entrance to Binhe Boulevard,
inside a disguised sanitation truck that was actually a police command vehicle,
an officer calmly issued orders over the comms.
"…Target vehicle has entered the designated zone. All units, prepare to move."
A truck that was supposed to "lose control" and ram into Su Yang’s car was intercepted 300 meters from the overpass.
Police vehicles boxed it in under the pretext of a "fake license plate."
The driver was pinned to the ground by SWAT before he could react.
On the overpass above,
two assassins disguised as maintenance workers were about to push a massive concrete block onto the road.
Before they could act, rappelling tactical officers descended and subdued them.
On a parallel route,
Black Panther himself sat in a van, ready to trigger a multi-car collision.
The moment the engine roared to life, four black sedans trapped the van from all sides.
Men in black suits stepped out—not police, but their presence was far more terrifying.
Black Panther didn’t even have time to draw the knife in his pocket before an iron grip seized his throat.
Every threat was neutralized with surgical precision,
silently, efficiently,
kilometers away from Su Yang and Lu Ruoxi.
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?"
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!"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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...
