Jingzhou First People's Hospital, VIP Ward.
Li Jinchuan awoke from a haze of confusion.
The white ceiling, the pungent smell of disinfectant.
He abruptly sat up, examining his body.
Aside from a dull throbbing in his head, there were only minor scrapes on his skin.
The car crash that should have been fatal felt like nothing more than a trivial accident to him.
This only reinforced Li Jinchuan’s conviction—he was the Chosen One.
The crash was no accident; it was a ritual of "awakening."
The memories flooding his mind were crystal clear.
He saw himself slaying his enemies, annihilating the Lu family, and ultimately standing at the pinnacle of the world.
He saw Lu Ruoxi nestled in his arms, gazing at him with adoration.
That was the life he was meant to have!
But in this world, everything was wrong.
Lu Chenyuan, Su Yang… these people, who should have been mere side characters or stepping stones, had stolen his rightful place.
And his heroine, Lu Ruoxi, had been blinded.
"I will set everything right," Li Jinchuan muttered under his breath, his eyes burning with obsessive, deranged fire.
Jingzhou International Convention Center.
The annual "World Young Scientists Forum" was in full swing.
Today marked its final day.
The venue was packed to capacity.
The brightest minds from around the globe had gathered here.
Today, the spotlight fell on two young individuals.
Lu Ruoxi.
Su Yang.
They were the core developers of Yuanlong Technology’s "Nuwa" artificial intelligence model.
Today, they had been invited to deliver the keynote speech.
Lu Ruoxi stood at the podium, dressed in a simple white dress, her long hair tied into a neat ponytail.
Her expression was calm, her gaze focused.
Behind her, a massive display screen showcased intricate streams of data and model structures.
Her voice, amplified by the microphone, resonated clearly throughout the hall.
The audience—scientists, scholars, and representatives of tech giants—listened intently.
Their eyes, fixed on Lu Ruoxi, brimmed with awe and admiration.
This young woman was articulating a vision of the future in a language they understood.
Su Yang stood beside her, handling the live demonstrations.
His fingers danced swiftly across the control panel, manipulating the data streams on the screen to perfectly align with Lu Ruoxi’s arguments.
Between them existed an unspoken synergy.
A glance, a gesture—each intuitively grasped the other’s intent.
They moved as a seamless unit, jointly commanding the colossal entity known as "Nuwa."
At the very back of the venue, in an inconspicuous corner, Li Jinchuan sat.
Clad in an expensive tailored suit, his hair impeccably groomed, he stood out starkly among the casually dressed scientists.
He couldn’t comprehend the jargon on stage.
To him, the complex terminology was gibberish.
But it didn’t matter.
His eyes never left Lu Ruoxi.
Since waking from the crash, the memories of his alternate life had convinced him—he was the Chosen One.
Omnipotent. Invincible.
And Lu Ruoxi was his destined lover.
As he observed the scene before him, one thought consumed him:
This was a paradox.
A flawed world in dire need of correction.
He watched Lu Ruoxi on the stage, his gaze devoid of admiration, filled only with an almost obsessive possessiveness.
He believed the height she stood upon now should have been granted by him.
The glory she had earned ought to have been crowned with his surname.
Through the connections Qin Ya had left behind, he had gone to great lengths to secure an admission ticket for the forum’s final day.
He had come to see her.
He had come to "awaken" her.
He was certain this was fate’s design.
Lu Ruoxi’s speech concluded.
Thunderous applause erupted across the venue.
Lu Ruoxi and Su Yang bowed deeply to the audience.
Then, side by side, they stepped down from the stage.
During the break, attendees gathered in small clusters, eagerly discussing the presentation.
Lu Ruoxi held a glass of lemon water and walked to a quiet terrace.
She needed a moment of solitude.
Su Yang, meanwhile, was surrounded by foreign experts exchanging technical details.
This was Li Jinchuan’s opportunity.
He adjusted his tie, took a deep breath, and plastered on a self-assured, charming smile.
He approached Lu Ruoxi.
"Ruoxi," he began, his voice gentle, laced with deliberate familiarity.
Lu Ruoxi turned.
Her brows furrowed almost imperceptibly at the sight of Li Jinchuan.
She didn’t know him.
Yet fragments of absurd memories in her mind held his face.
"Can I help you?" Her tone was flat, as if addressing a stranger.
Li Jinchuan’s smile didn’t waver.
He was convinced she was merely pretending.
"We’ve finally met again," he said, stepping closer to narrow the distance between them.
"I’ve been waiting for you."
Lu Ruoxi retreated half a step, maintaining a safe social boundary.
"I don’t understand what you mean."
"You will." Li Jinchuan’s gaze deepened, burning with intensity.
"I know you remember, just as I do—certain stories that were meant to unfold."
"We are destiny’s perfect pair. This world has deviated slightly, but it doesn’t matter. I’ll correct it."
His words dripped with certainty, as if declaring an unchangeable truth.
Lu Ruoxi listened quietly.
Her expression remained unreadable—no surprise, no anger, not even curiosity.
She studied him as one would a malfunctioning machine.
His logic was flawed.
His words were wrong.
His very existence was an error.
That was her assessment.
When Li Jinchuan finished speaking, Lu Ruoxi finally responded, her voice calm, almost clinically detached.
"Mr. Li, you’ve misunderstood three things."
His smile faltered slightly.
"First, I am not 'Ruoxi' to you. My name is Lu Ruoxi. We are not close enough for such familiarity."
"Second, my world has no room for stories—only data and formulas. I don’t believe in vague notions of fate."
"Third..."
She paused, her gaze shifting past his shoulder to where Su Yang was approaching.
For the briefest moment, her eyes softened.
"My world consists solely of mathematics... and Su Yang."
With that, she turned away without another glance at Li Jinchuan, walking toward Su Yang.
Li Jinchuan’s confident smile shattered piece by piece.
He froze in place, as if someone had slapped him hard across the face.
What had he just heard?
Math and… Su Yang?
That unremarkable man who always hovered around her?
That speck of dust who should have faded into some forgotten corner?!
Just then, Su Yang walked over and casually took the water cup from Lu Ruoxi’s hand.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
