Ji Wushuang's school organized a field trip.
Their destination was Tang Machinery.
The students lined up and entered a place both familiar and foreign to them.
Familiar, because they lived in its shadow every day.
Foreign, because they had never truly witnessed its inner workings.
The first stop was the factory history exhibition hall and the administrative building.
They were greeted by a bespectacled official.
He wore a clean, light-colored work uniform and spoke with refined politeness.
The office building was neat and spotless.
The terrazzo floors gleamed underfoot.
In the corridors and meeting rooms, the voices of leaders giving speeches mingled with the occasional ringing of telephones.
The walls were adorned with production charts and slogans like "Safety First."
This was the world of the "management class."
Chen Lei observed the people sitting in bright, airy offices.
A faint longing stirred in his heart.
His parents had always told him—
Study hard.
Aim for an office job in the future.
That way, he wouldn’t have to toil in the workshops, covered in grease and grime.
Ji Wushuang, however, had no interest in this place.
Her gaze remained fixed outside the window.
On the towering factory buildings and the massive cranes.
The second stop was the foundry workshop.
The moment they stepped inside, a wave of heat and deafening noise assaulted them.
The air was thick with the acrid smell of molten metal.
The roar of machinery drowned out the teacher’s explanations.
Not far away, a colossal furnace churned with orange-red molten iron.
Sparks flew in all directions.
Workers clad in heavy protective gear and goggles labored in silence.
Their faces were darkened by soot.
Sweat streamed down their cheeks.
A massive crane rumbled overhead.
Its hook carried an enormous ladle of molten metal.
The ground trembled faintly beneath their feet.
The students instinctively backed away, their faces etched with fear.
Chen Lei was terrified too.
To him, this place resembled a ravenous steel beast, ready to swallow anyone whole.
His eyes searched for Ji Wushuang in the crowd.
He found her at the front of the group.
She showed no fear.
Her eyes gleamed with an odd light.
She tilted her head up, staring at the towering furnace.
At the workers toiling silently amid the heat and noise.
At the crane, radiating raw, overwhelming power.
She was mesmerized by this primal, unstoppable force.
On the way back to school, Chen Lei’s heart felt heavy.
For the first time, he saw the divide between two worlds so clearly.
The world of the offices.
And the world of the workshops.
He knew that with Ji Wushuang’s grades,
if she joined the factory, she’d end up in the workshops.
In that dangerous, exhausting place.
An inexplicable anxiety took root in his chest.
He worried for her.
One ordinary afternoon after school, Chen Lei ran into trouble.
It started when he accidentally bumped into a troublemaker from a neighboring school.
The boy’s ice cream bar fell to the ground.
Chen Lei apologized.
But the other boy wouldn’t let it go.
"Sorry doesn’t cut it. You think my ice cream grows on trees?"
The troublemaker, Zhang Tao, was notorious in the area.
Two equally rough-looking friends flanked him.
Chen Lei didn’t want trouble.
He pulled a one-yuan coin from his pocket and offered it.
"I’ll pay for it."
Zhang Tao slapped his hand away.
The coin clattered to the ground and rolled into a crack.
"One yuan? You think I’m a beggar?"
He shoved Chen Lei.
"Fifty yuan today, or you’re not leaving."
Fifty yuan was a fortune for a middle schooler.
Chen Lei’s weekly allowance was only ten.
"I don’t have that much."
His voice trembled.
"No money?" Zhang Tao sneered.
"Then you’re coming with us."
He yanked Chen Lei’s backpack and dragged him toward a nearby alley.
Chen Lei struggled,
but he was no match for three older boys.
The alley reeked of garbage and rot.
"Hand over all your cash!"
Zhang Tao shoved Chen Lei against the wall.
Chen Lei clutched his backpack, teeth clenched in silence.
"Playing tough?"
Zhang Tao raised his hand, ready to strike.
Then, a cool voice cut through the air.
"Let him go."
Zhang Tao froze.
All three turned.
Ji Wushuang stood at the alley’s entrance,
her backpack slung over one shoulder.
The setting sun cast a long shadow behind her.
Her face was expressionless.
"Well, well. A little girl?"
Zhang Tao laughed.
"What, trying to play hero? Or should I say, damsel saves the loser?"
His friends burst into laughter.
They knew Ji Wushuang—
a wild girl who didn’t care about school.
Rumors said she could fight.
But they didn’t believe a girl could take on three "men."
Ji Wushuang didn’t respond.
She set down her backpack and walked forward.
Her steps were light,
like a cat’s.
"Don’t come any closer!" Chen Lei shouted, panic in his voice.
He didn’t want her dragged into this.
Ji Wushuang ignored him.
She stopped in front of Zhang Tao.
He towered over her.
"Listen, kid. I respect your guts. Walk away now, and I’ll let you."
Ji Wushuang lifted her eyes to meet his.
Her gaze was icy.
Zhang Tao felt an inexplicable chill.
Anger flared.
"You asked for it!"
He reached for her collar.
The next moment—
No one saw what happened.
Only a dull thud of impact.
Zhang Tao’s body jerked backward as if hit by an invisible force.
He doubled over, then crumpled to the ground.
Clutching his stomach, his face turned purple.
Ji Wushuang’s hand had already returned to her side.
Fast as a phantom.
The other two thugs stood frozen.
Before they could react, Zhang Tao wheezed,
"Get her!"
They lunged, fists swinging.
Ji Wushuang remained calm.
She sidestepped the first punch,
then drove her elbow into the boy’s ribs.
He cried out and collapsed.
The last one turned to flee.
Ji Wushuang hooked her foot around his ankle.
He tripped over himself, faceplanting into the dirt.
The whole fight lasted less than ten seconds.
The alley fell silent again,
save for the groans of the three bullies.
Ji Wushuang walked to Chen Lei.
She picked up his backpack, dusted it off, and handed it to him.
Chen Lei took it numbly.
He stared at her.
He had seen it.
He had seen the way she moved.
Simple. Direct. No wasted motion.
Unbelievably fast.
Her eyes never wavered,
cold and unreadable the entire time.
This wasn’t fighting.
It was instinct.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
] 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.
