Far away in Country A, Huangfu Chengshi sat before his computer.
He saw the near-collapse stock price of the Qin Group.
He saw the vicious attacks and doubts targeting Qin Ya online.
He understood better than anyone the immense pressure she was enduring at that moment.
Then, he saw the news about the establishment of the "Windrider" project.
He saw the name Li Jinchuan.
And in the photo, the sight of that man standing beside Qin Ya, looking triumphant and full of ambition.
In that instant.
Huangfu Chengshi felt, for the first time, an unprecedented and intense sense of crisis.
And the fury of having his territory encroached upon.
Immediately, he spent several days without sleep, gathering all available information on Li Jinchuan.
His background, his past, his feud with Lu Chenyuan.
And that so-called "price war" business plan of his.
"Just a fool blinded by hatred, nothing more."
As the first rays of morning sunlight streamed into the room.
Huangfu Chengshi looked at Li Jinchuan's photo on the computer screen and delivered his icy assessment.
He knew Qin Ya needed a blade.
But he understood even more clearly that this blade was not only dull but would also backfire on its wielder.
Using the crudest form of price war to attack an opponent who had already built an ecosystem moat?
This, was not war.
This, was suicide.
He was anxious. He wanted to call Qin Ya immediately.
To tell her she had chosen the wrong person.
To tell her Li Jinchuan would only drag her deeper into the mire.
But, he restrained himself.
What right did he have?
He was now just a student overseas.
A "little pendant" who relied on her to survive the scheming of powerful families.
Would she believe his words?
No.
She would only think he was being unreasonable, interfering with her business decisions.
For the first time, he hated his own powerlessness so intensely.
Words of comfort over the phone, intelligence sent via email.
In the face of this genuine business war, they all seemed so feeble.
No.
He had to do something.
He couldn't just stand by and watch her be led into a ditch by a fool.
He had to go back.
But, he couldn't return empty-handed.
He needed an irrefutable achievement.
A token of trust, something that would make her believe in him unconditionally.
He wanted her to know.
That her truly sharpest, most reliable weapon had always been by her side.
That blade could only be him!
Huangfu Chengshi began to accelerate his own plans.
He poured all the money he had earned over the past two years on Wall Street through various model tests.
Into his long-prepared "Edge One" quantitative hedge fund model.
He would return to Jingzhou with an irrefutable, dazzling track record.
Return, to stand before her.
And then tell her that he was her sharpest, most reliable weapon.
He began staying in the lab day and night.
Drinking coffee like water.
Typing on the keyboard so fast it seemed about to spark.
He pulled countless all-nighters, constantly testing, revising, and optimizing his model.
His eyes were bloodshot.
He had lost a significant amount of weight.
But his spirit was more exhilarated than ever before.
His model moved through the volatile M stock market like the most precise, cold-blooded cobra.
Every strike securely latched onto the juiciest profits.
Short selling, arbitrage, high-frequency trading.
He perfectly combined his talent in computer science with his keen sense for financial markets.
He became an unfeeling money-making machine.
Six months later.
When Huangfu Chengshi looked at the number in his account, which had tripled.
And at the already settled academic matters with M University.
He knew the time had come.
He booked the earliest flight ticket to Jingzhou.
He didn't tell anyone about his return to Jingzhou.
The plane flew steadily at an altitude of ten thousand meters.
Huangfu Chengshi gazed at the endless sea of clouds outside the window.
His eyes were cold and resolute.
Sister Ya.
I'm back.
Your blade has grown dull.
Then, let's use mine.
This time, I won't just hide in your shadow.
I will personally shatter all the enemies standing in your way.
Including that waste named Li Jinchuan.
And also that lofty Lu Chenyuan.
Wait for me.
The plane landed at Jingzhou International Airport.
Huangfu Chengshi descended the aircraft steps.
He carried a black backpack.
Wearing a simple white T-shirt and jeans.
He looked just like an ordinary returning international student.
Clean, fresh, full of youthful spirit.
He didn't go back to the Huangfu family home, nor did he go to a hotel.
He hailed a taxi.
His destination was a café opposite the Qin Group headquarters building.
He found a seat by the window and ordered a cup of black coffee.
Then, he opened the laptop he carried with him.
Logged into a tracking system known only to himself.
He watched quietly, like the most patient hunter observing his hunting ground.
After an unknown length of time, Huangfu Chengshi closed his laptop.
He stood up and walked out of the café.
Sunlight shone on his face.
He straightened his collar, then slung his backpack on.
All the coldness and calculation of a hunter vanished instantly from his face.
Replaced by.
A smile uniquely belonging to a young man—bright, clean, harmless.
Huangfu Chengshi crossed the street and entered the towering Qin Group headquarters building.
The receptionist tried to stop him.
He simply smiled and said,
"I'm here to see Sister Qin Ya."
This boy's smile was so pure.
This boy's voice was so clear.
This boy was so beautiful.
The receptionist thought to herself, her mind momentarily adrift.
She felt as if she believed in love again.
So much so that she forgot what she was supposed to say.
Huangfu Chengshi entered the Qin Group unimpeded.
He walked to the sofa in the lounge area and sat down.
Like a child quietly waiting for a parent.
He didn't go upstairs immediately.
Approximately half an hour later.
The door of the top-floor private elevator dinged open.
Li Jinchuan walked out.
His face was ashen, his eyes filled with humiliation, resentment, and the venom of utter defeat.
He staggered out of the Qin Group's main entrance like a soulless walking corpse.
Huangfu Chengshi watched his retreating figure, his own face expressionless.
His heart was perfectly calm.
Good.
This dull blade had finally been thrown into the trash by his queen.
Now, it was time for his newly sharpened sword to take the stage.
Huangfu Chengshi stood up.
He straightened his clothes once more.
Then, took a deep breath.
He strode towards the elevator and pressed the button for the top floor.
The elevator doors slowly closed.
Reflecting his young face, now filled with eagerness and anticipation.
The elevator reached the top floor.
He walked with familiar ease to the door of that most familiar office.
The door was closed.
He was just about to raise his hand to knock.
When he heard Qin Ya's icy voice coming from inside.
The voice, even through the thick door panel, was clearly audible.
"Cut the 'Windrider' project budget by another thirty percent."
Huangfu Chengshi's hand paused mid-air.
He smiled.
A silent, utterly confident smile.
His queen was always so decisively ruthless.
He liked it.
He waited a few seconds, until the call inside concluded.
Then, he raised his hand.
With a light, slightly eager rhythm, he knocked on the door.
"Knock, knock."
From inside came a somewhat weary,
"Come in."
The door was pushed open, and a young man in a white T-shirt with a backpack slung over his shoulder peeked in.
He looked to be only around twenty, with a bright smile, yet his eyes held a cunning that seemed beyond his years.
"Ya-jie!"
] 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.
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."
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!
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.”
