The system from the village hadn’t even recovered from the dazzling urban scenery when, through the mist, a graceful figure slowly emerged.
Strings of silver beads formed a jade curtain hanging before the red-light system. Behind the curtain, seated on a chair seemingly woven from mist and light, was a languid beauty.
The woman wore a pale golden silk gown embroidered with delicate silver butterfly patterns. A white gold-threaded sash cinched her slender waist, while her raven-black hair was elegantly pinned up, adorned with pearl-drop hair ornaments on either side and crowned with a deer-antler hairpiece, exuding an air of nobility.
Her peach-blossom face carried a soft smile, her demeanor fresh and refined. With a slight arch of her willow-leaf brows, she gazed at it.
Surrounding her were floating blue virtual screens. At a glance, the red-light system knew—this person before it was a system.
Systems were usually condensed data, and only major corporations with substantial resources could manifest them in human form.
"Um… my mom said if I don’t go home for porridge today, she’ll beat me to death."
The red-light system was already sweating bullets, but before it could react, it found itself entirely within the beauty’s grasp.
A saying came to mind: "A small witch meeting a great witch."
Was it too late to surrender now?
It regretted everything. It never should have come to this wretched place. If only it hadn’t—
Before the red-light system could finish its lament, Si interrupted its thoughts.
"I just thought of two phrases."
"What?" The red-light system trembled.
A higher-tier system held absolute authority over a lower-tier one. It could throw tantrums with its host, but against a superior system…
To put it bluntly: Have you ever seen a courtesan beat up a bandit?
Right now, the red-light system felt like an innocent maiden cornered by a brute, utterly defenseless and pitiful.
"Free kill," Si said coldly.
"And really, a kitten meeting a tiger," Si added with a laugh.
With those words, Si gave the system in her palm a gentle squeeze. A crisp crack later, the red light shattered into glowing specks, dissipating into the void.
It didn’t even get to eat a warm meal.
"Si, are you okay?" An Xiaowei couldn’t hear the commotion in the void and was worried Si might be hurt.
"I’m fine," Si replied, her voice gentle.
"But… what’s going on with him?" An Xiaowei looked down at Yan Chen, who was rolling on the ground clutching his head.
Yan Chen was in agony, nearly driven mad. Every system was soul-bound to its host, and since Si had forcibly destroyed his, part of his soul had been violently torn away.
But Si acted swiftly. After a minute of writhing, Yan Chen stopped howling and lay panting heavily on the ground.
"System… System, are you there?" Yan Chen’s heart pounded with panic.
No icy electronic voice answered his call.
After three minutes of shouting, it finally dawned on him.
The system had abandoned him.
The system had once told him that the better a host’s innate qualities, the more beneficial it was. As for why novels didn’t make already-powerful people their protagonists—well, it was simply because systems couldn’t easily invade such souls.
"Give me back my system! Give it back!" Yan Chen scrambled to his feet like a madman and seized An Xiaowei by the shoulders.
With the system gone, his appearance reverted to its original state—pockmarked skin, thick lips, and sagging eyelids. Though his features were ordinary, the blackheads on his nose nearly triggered An Xiaowei’s trypophobia.
Even as a guy, Lin Zixuan was thoroughly repulsed.
"What the hell are you doing?!" Lin Zixuan, who had just arrived, quickly pulled An Xiaowei free before she could be shaken unconscious.
An Wan was frightened by the scene but still stepped forward to shield her sister.
"What do you want with my sister?"
Yet there was something familiar about the man’s silhouette. But when he lifted his head, An Wan recoiled in horror.
This person… was hideous.
His face even carried a sleazy undertone.
"Wanwan, it’s me! It’s Yan Chen! I don’t want Li Jiaojiao anymore—I love you! That Li Jiaojiao is just a bitch!" The mere thought of Li Jiaojiao made Yan Chen gnash his teeth.
If it weren’t for her seducing him, none of this would have happened!
An Wan wouldn’t have betrayed him.
And who the hell was this guy?
Yan Chen glared at Lin Zixuan with pure malice.
"Who is this man? Are you trying to cuckold me? I’ll have you know—it’s impossible! You’re my woman, An Wan. You’re only meant to serve me!" Completely unhinged, Yan Chen grabbed An Wan’s arm and tried to force a kiss on her.
An Wan couldn’t handle the shock. Her eyes rolled back, and she fainted.
Lin Zixuan caught An Wan with one arm and kicked Yan Chen into the wall with the other.
"Are you insane? Even a stalker shouldn’t act like this. Unbelievable. No wonder Xiaowei asked me to hurry over."
He’d never seen anything like this. Scooping An Wan into his arms, he turned to An Xiaowei.
"Xiaowei, let’s go. There’s no point dealing with this kind of person."
"Take my sister to the car. Give me three minutes." An Xiaowei smiled at Lin Zixuan.
After a quick glance at Yan Chen—now slumped against the wall, clearly harmless—Lin Zixuan reluctantly left, though still uneasy.
"She has something to say to you." An Xiaowei’s expression was icy as she stared at Yan Chen.
Yan Chen’s dull eyes flickered before settling on her.
He hated her, but he didn’t have the strength to stand, let alone accuse her.
"Who?" he rasped.
It was, of course, the original An Xiaowei.
Yan Chen barely registered the sudden loathing in her gaze before a slap struck his face, leaving him dazed.
"It’s all your fault! If not for you, my sister would have been a top-tier star! But no—you used your cheat abilities to deceive her, and after tossing her aside, you were so afraid she’d expose you!"
"You played the heartbroken lover, accusing her of cheating. The whole world cursed her, called her a whore. If not for the fact that few knew her real name, she wouldn’t even dare step outside!"
Every time An Xiaowei remembered seeing her sister years later—a woman who should have been in her prime, but at thirty, looked fifty, handing out flyers under the scorching summer sun—tears poured down her face.
Her sister was brilliant. Had she never met Yan Chen, she would have lived a life of luxury.
By then, Yan Chen had built a business empire, with global tycoons bowing to him. His wealth could have buried her alive. An Xiaowei was smart, but how could an ordinary woman compete with a cheater like Yan Chen?
She wasn’t the protagonist of some novel. Even her chance at rebirth had cost her dearly.
"What nonsense are you spouting?" Yan Chen couldn’t comprehend her words.
An Xiaowei kicked him hard. As Yan Chen groaned in pain and looked up again, the vengeful glint in her eyes was gone.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
