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.
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?"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.”
