After being forcefully kissed, Little Wei finally got her hands on Zhao Qinghan's dirty secrets with satisfaction.
From elementary school to university, Ji Cheng had recorded everything—even trivial incidents like Zhao Qinghan stealing her deskmate's eraser.
"Actually, these were all collected by them, but they never found the right person to step forward," Ji Cheng said, a trace of melancholy flashing in her eyes.
They had been waiting for an opportunity, but with the Zhao Family's connections, even with this evidence, there was no guarantee it would ever trend.
"It's fine," Ming Xiaowei patted Ji Cheng's shoulder reassuringly.
However, the file also contained some dirt on the Zhao Family that involved Ji Cheng personally. Ming Xiaowei felt she needed to sort through it carefully—she didn’t want Ji Cheng’s identity exposed.
Ji Cheng still had to attend Yuecheng University, and even as a victim, she’d be gawked at like some rare exhibit.
No different from monkeys at a zoo.
"Host, Zhao Qinghan has been released from the police station," Si suddenly announced.
"Huh? That fast?" Little Wei was genuinely surprised.
"Yeah, she paid off those guys," Si replied, amused.
The female lead’s face was naturally twisted in disgust as her father groveled and transferred the money to settle the matter.
Four or five million—quite the bloody loss.
But an empire’s war general wouldn’t stand being locked up sipping tea every day.
"Oh ho? That’s actually great," Little Wei mused, stroking her chin.
Hmm, the female lead got out earlier than expected. Wonder if she’s seen the banquet invitation from her dear old dad yet.
"Funny thing is, after all that money, those guys still demanded compensation for ‘emotional damages,’" Si said, finally understanding what true greed looked like.
But pushing her this far? With the female lead’s capabilities, those guys were probably doomed.
"I suspect the female lead is about to make her move," Si observed, watching Zhao Qinghan’s dark expression on the screen.
As a war general from the apocalypse, human lives meant little to her—especially not these greedy lowlifes. If she let them walk all over her, this wouldn’t even qualify as a revenge story.
"Huh? Make her move? On those guys? That’s intense—ew!" Ming Xiaowei wrinkled her nose in distaste.
Si: "..."
"I meant killing. She has supernatural abilities."
A reborn war general from the apocalypse without cheat skills? What would even be the point of reincarnating then?
Might as well go home and farm.
"Kill them? Whatever, not my problem." Ming Xiaowei waved a hand dismissively.
Other people’s lives had nothing to do with her, and those guys were annoying anyway.
Si sweatdropped.
"I’m not telling you to interfere. I’m saying you should at least go and record it." Si’s eyes curved slyly.
What kind of villain doesn’t stir up trouble?
Little Wei finally understood.
Ah, so that’s the plan.
With evidence of Zhao Qinghan’s murders, controlling the female lead in the future would be a piece of cake.
But there was a tiny problem.
"Si, I feel like my cheat skills aren’t as OP as hers. She has supernatural abilities—boohoo, what if I can’t beat her?" Little Wei was genuinely distressed.
She was a certified first-class waste, the type who’d rather laze around and wait for her sister to push her forward.
Si barely held back a scolding.
"Think carefully. In apocalyptic worlds, your rewards aren’t just limited to items."
Si rubbed his face—utterly exasperated.
Ming Xiaowei froze for a moment at his words. Five seconds later, a faint silver needle materialized before her eyes.
It was…
Psychic attack.
Right. While space-based abilities could be taken away, psychic rewards were permanent—after all, the soul and mental power were intrinsically linked.
The next second, the needle dissolved into silver sparks. Ji Cheng, absorbed in her book, didn’t notice the momentary chill that had filled the hospital room.
"But there’s an issue—this needle thing is kinda exhausting," Ming Xiaowei groaned, rubbing her throbbing head.
"Obviously. Most people in this world are still ordinary. If you could summon storms at will, wouldn’t that be terrifying? Your psychic attacks will be stronger once you return to the void."
The laws of nature wouldn’t allow such a rampaging existence anyway.
"Ow." Ming Xiaowei rubbed her cheeks.
Looks like she’d be pulling an all-nighter.
"Big sis," Ming Xiaowei blurted out reflexively.
Ji Cheng stiffened at the address.
"Why are you calling me ‘big sis’? We’re around the same age," Ji Cheng said flatly, eyeing Ming Xiaowei’s petite frame.
Ming Xiaowei coughed awkwardly.
"Didn’t mean to," she muttered, fidgeting with her skirt, clearly uncomfortable.
And she was—for a very specific reason.
Because… Aunt Flo had arrived.
The moment she’d spoken, she’d felt it—the unmistakable surge.
Luckily, she’d checked the original owner’s cycle records. These days, she stuck to black outfits. At least stains wouldn’t show.
"Class monitor, I need to borrow something from you." Ming Xiaowei blushed as she glanced toward Ji Cheng's bedside drawer.
She knew Ji Cheng had it.
Auntie Zhang had been thoughtful before, making sure she had everything prepared.
"Okay." Ji Cheng took one look at Ming Xiaowei's expression and immediately understood. She turned, pulled open the drawer, and retrieved a recently opened pack.
She took out one piece.
Ahhh!
The embarrassment was overwhelming—borrowing something like this from another girl was beyond mortifying.
Ming Xiaowei's hands trembled slightly as she took it, the soft texture unmistakably high-quality.
"Thank you."
She hurried into the hospital room's bathroom. After tearing open the wrapper, Ming Xiaowei noticed two or three discarded ones already in the trash.
She and Ji Cheng used the same brand—even the same pack.
This was just…
Her face burned like a freshly ripened apple. Only after finishing up and changing did she finally smack her cheeks lightly and step out.
Calm down, calm down.
It’s just sharing from the same pack—no big deal.
Even though Ji Cheng had just touched it.
Ugh, this is killing me!
Ming Xiaowei felt this was even worse than direct contact, to the point where she couldn’t even walk naturally anymore.
"Little Wei, it’s not like it’s your first time. Why are you walking so awkwardly?" Ji Cheng couldn’t help but ask.
"I’m shy." Ming Xiaowei’s answer was predictably the same as always.
Ji Cheng: "..."
"There’s nothing to be shy about. Unless…" Ji Cheng’s gaze drifted downward, as if trying to see through Ming Xiaowei’s clothes.
"Did your skirt get stained?" she asked.
"No, look." Ming Xiaowei quickly walked over, turned her back, and rested a hand against the windowsill. With a light huff, she shook out her skirt to give Ji Cheng a clear view.
"See? It’s clean."
She was very sensitive about these things. Besides, this skirt was expensive—if it got ruined, forget Auntie Zhang, she’d beat herself up over it.
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m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
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!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
