Si agonized over it for a long time before finally making up her mind.
"If it has to be this way, then shouldn’t I get a raise?"
Truth be told, a raise didn’t really matter to Si. The main thing was that she couldn’t let herself be taken advantage of—that would just make her look like a total sucker.
Ye Jin: "..."
"Well..." Ye Jin hesitated, staring at the polished floor tiles.
"Technically, she’s the one who’ll be paying your salary from now on." He pointed toward the bathroom, successfully passing the buck to Little Wei.
Si: "..."
Now that he mentioned it, that did seem to be the case. And if Little Wei inherited Ye Jin’s position, the company would essentially be theirs.
All things considered, this didn’t seem like a bad deal at all.
Si didn’t deliberate much longer before agreeing.
"Fine, I’ll do it."
Her expression was calm, almost indifferent. Though she knew nothing about managing a company, she had one major advantage—her multiple incarnations.
Even after merging with her, those soul fragments retained their own consciousness.
With the talents of Ji Cheng and Ning Moqing alone, she could easily help Little Wei establish herself in Yuankong Corporation.
And deep within Little Wei’s soul, Gu Wei’s consciousness was probably still present.
Si cast a long glance toward the bathroom, though of course, she couldn’t see anything.
Little Wei had a bit of a cleanliness obsession, so this bath was particularly grueling—mostly because she was absolutely filthy. Fortunately, she had already attained a divine physique, and the wounds from her tribulation lightning had fully healed.
After an hour of scrubbing, Little Wei finally emerged from the shower, freshly changed into the new clothes Si had bought for her.
She’d been in a bit of a hurry, so there were no dresses—not that Little Wei cared for them anyway.
A T-shirt and denim shorts weren’t anything to be ashamed of.
The white T-shirt had a cute, slightly silly-looking big cat printed on it, but the black denim shorts? Little Wei adored them.
Her legs...
So smooth. So soft.
She ran her hands over them several times before catching herself and stopping those sinful hands of hers.
This was just too ridiculous.
After blow-drying her hair until it was half-dry, Little Wei finally stepped out of the bathroom—only to find Si and Ye Jin locked in a silent staring contest.
A strange feeling crept into her heart.
"What are you two doing?"
Don’t start any drama now.
Otherwise, she’d start imagining a scene straight out of Pleasant Goat and Big Big Wolf playing out right above her head.
Ye Jin, however, remained completely unbothered. "Just discussing something minor. Si will be assisting you from now on, but it depends on whether the salary you offer her is satisfactory."
Little Wei was more than happy to indulge in some office romance with Si, but...
Wasn’t this just squeezing every last drop of usefulness out of them?
Were she and Si just a pair of leeks, ripe for the harvesting?
"Doesn’t this company have anyone else?" Little Wei couldn’t hide her disdain.
"There are others, but the only ones capable of holding their own are a few systems. The ones weaker than Si aren’t worth considering, and the stronger ones are practically ghosts—never around. Plus, if I left the company in their hands, they’d probably sell it off immediately." Ye Jin shrugged.
He was just as helpless.
Those systems weren’t just lazy—they were the epitome of irresponsibility.
No, scratch that. Even if he tried to reason with them, the top three systems would just look at him like, "Not my problem."
They were just that insufferable. Nothing he could do about it.
"Are you sure I can even manage these systems?" Little Wei was starting to question her life choices.
Say what you will about Ye Jin, but his management skills were undeniable—the Void Realm and Yuankong Corporation were proof enough. Back when she first met him in her past life, she’d admired him greatly.
If she’d seen Dragon’s Blade back then, she probably would’ve pointed at him and said, "Damn, you’re one hell of a talent."
But now? She was just a sweet, soft-spoken girl who never laughed too loudly.
This guy was just too adorable.
"Those top systems don’t need managing. They’ll do their tasks, but they have no interest in retiring—they’re basically in permanent semi-retirement. I hardly ever see them myself."
As for the lower-tier systems? Even Si rarely encountered them.
"Well, if that’s the case, then I guess it’s fine."
Little Wei really couldn’t find any fault with this arrangement.
At worst, she’d just work for a few centuries and then find a successor. Gu Yu seemed like a good candidate—he was her little brother, after all, and had been a sect leader for over a thousand years. If he could manage a cultivation world with its incomplete systems, running a massive corporation would be child’s play for him.
Little Wei had already planned everything out.
She was quite pleased with herself.
"Let’s go. If there’s nothing else, we should head back and rest." Si ruffled Little Wei’s hair.
"Just remember, work starts tomorrow," Ye Jin called after them.
Regardless of anything else, they needed to start familiarizing themselves with the company’s operations immediately. It would take at least two years for a smooth transition, just to cover all the unknowns.
The thought alone made Ye Jin feel lighter, as if a weight had been lifted off his shoulders.
Finally, he’d found someone to inherit this mess.
Time for a vacation.
For a brief moment, Ye Jin even felt that if System 001 returned, he wouldn’t pick a fight with it.
That jerk had a knack for doing things in the most infuriating way possible.
He just hoped Si and Little Wei had strong hearts.
Otherwise, if they had a cardiac episode, he wasn’t sure if he’d bother coming back for the funeral feast.
The two soon arrived back at their place, where Gu Yu had already brought Little Shengsheng over.
The moment she saw them, the little girl stretched out her chubby arms toward Little Wei. "Mommy, up!"
Little Wei: "..."
"Don’t call me that." She couldn’t hide her distaste for the term.
But Little Nailuo had also returned.
Little Wei gave her a sidelong glance and patted her head.
"You’ve grown taller. Turning into a proper young lady now."
Little Nailuo puffed up her cheeks, but before she could say anything, Little Wei clapped Gu Yu on the shoulder.
"Young man, you’re doing great."
Gu Yu: "..."
He had no idea what he’d done to deserve praise, but her tone reminded him uncomfortably of a brothel madam from the mortal realm.
Probably not his imagination.
A shiver ran down his spine.
Seeing Little Wei praise someone else, Gu Shengsheng pouted. "Mommy, what about me?"
Little Wei looked down at the little girl, amusement flickering in her eyes.
After a long pause, she finally replied, "You... are in good health."
Gu Shengsheng: "?"
Ugh, was this woman really her mother?
She was on the verge of tears.
She must’ve been picked up from a dumpster. Right? That had to be it.
This was too much.
She didn’t want to live anymore.
Si chuckled from the side. "Alright, enough of that. Let’s go home. I’ll cook something nice for everyone."
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
] 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.
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?"
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.”
