A big celebrity calling him "husband"—just the thought of it was enough to send Yan Chen into euphoria. Countless people fantasized about the star right in front of them, but who would’ve guessed that Yan Chen was the real winner in life? The system really knew what it was doing.
If his online gaming partner hadn’t been a V10 player with such a pleasant voice, Yan Chen would never have agreed to meet in person. And when An Wan heard Yan Chen’s smooth, flirtatious tone, her heart raced like a rabbit’s. A rosy blush spread across her cheeks.
Was this inappropriate? But if she didn’t call him that, would Yan Chen get upset?
Might as well go for it.
"Husband~" Her voice was sweet and delicate, dripping with affection.
Yan Chen was thoroughly pleased—even aroused. As expected of a superstar, with her flawless figure and honeyed voice. Absolutely smitten.
Meanwhile, Ning Moqing’s face darkened like the bottom of a scorched pot.
An Wan, the celebrity her father and she had painstakingly promoted, the woman countless elites and A-list male stars couldn’t even glance at, was now in some dingy noodle shop calling a man in cheap jeans and a discount shirt "husband"?
Ning Moqing was so furious she nearly flipped the table.
"Your noodles," the waiter said, placing the bowls in front of them. The greasy vegetables and minced meat floating on top made Ning Moqing’s stomach churn.
"Adding some minced garlic makes it taste better," An Xiaowei remarked calmly.
Best to get used to it.
Know thy enemy—that was the key to victory. She needed to figure out what kind of person this male lead was before deciding how to deal with him.
Ning Moqing was about to storm off when An Xiaowei grabbed her hand. Her fingers were cool, slightly easing Ning Moqing’s rage.
"Don’t rush. Observe first," An Xiaowei typed on her phone, urging patience.
Grudgingly, Ning Moqing buried herself in her noodles. The oiliness of the food, combined with the nauseating sweetness between An Wan and Yan Chen, made her feel like she was drowning in grease.
As the couple finally stood to leave, An Xiaowei quickly pulled Ning Moqing outside. They hid in the car, watching the pair through the window.
Meanwhile, Yan Chen was busy scheming how to trick the celebrity into kissing him.
Beachfront villa… beachfront villa…
Just as he was lost in thought, his phone rang. An Wan perked up her ears as he answered.
"Chen, I’m so hungry today, and my stomach hurts. Can you bring me something to eat?"
A girl’s voice—soft and coquettish.
An Wan’s heart soured with jealousy, though it made sense. Someone as amazing as Yan Chen—handsome, skilled at gaming—was bound to attract attention.
Noticing her stare, Yan Chen instinctively explained, "That’s just my childhood friend."
Sure, the childhood friend came from money, but An Wan was a superstar. Yan Chen knew which one mattered more. Besides, that so-called friend had looked down on him before. Now that he was hot, she came crawling back.
Women. Hmph.
So there was another girl. An Wan bit her lip as Yan Chen hung up.
"Is she pretty?"
"Average," Yan Chen replied. He wasn’t naturally smooth—all his charming lines came straight from the system.
An Wan studied his thin lips. Surely no one had kissed them yet.
Now that he had her as his girlfriend, he shouldn’t be flirting around.
The jealousy burned. She needed to mark her territory.
Rising onto her toes, An Wan leaned in—
Yan Chen’s eyes widened.
Here it comes!
The beachfront villa was within reach, delivered by a star who couldn’t resist him.
He closed his eyes, waiting for the soft press of her lips—
But nothing came.
When he opened them again, a cold-faced girl was pulling An Wan away.
An Wan froze, mortified.
Had her little sister just seen everything?
"Big Sis Ning needs you. She’s in the car," An Xiaowei said, pointing to the vehicle where Ning Moqing’s head peeked out from the window.
Flustered, An Wan threw Yan Chen a quick goodbye, slapped on her mask, and hurried into the car.
Damn it! Why were Xiaowei and Ning Moqing here?
Yan Chen’s heart sank. The beachfront villa was gone. Worse, the system’s task had a time limit. If he didn’t complete it within three hours, he’d face an electric shock punishment.
Glaring at the little girl who ruined his plans, he forced a charming smile.
"Hi, I’m Yan Chen."
He extended his hand. An Wan’s sister seemed young and naive. With his charisma, she’d surely fall for him too.
Ever since the system chose him, it had always been this way. Girls on the street swooned at the sight of him. He loved the admiration—what man didn’t? But he was loyal. His heart belonged to An Wan.
"Mm. Got it," An Xiaowei said flatly.
Then she suddenly pulled out her phone. "Add me on WeChat?"
Holy—
Was An Wan’s little sister into him?
Yan Chen’s mind raced, but no—he could only love one person in this lifetime.
This cute girl would have to settle for calling him "brother-in-law."
Though if she wanted to act spoiled, he wouldn’t mind.
Snapping back to reality, he met An Xiaowei’s gaze—icy, penetrating, as if she could see right through him.
An Xiaowei had once been a man. She understood men like Yan Chen all too well.
Most were just losers, but Yan Chen? He had been chosen by the system.
Studying him, she suddenly noticed a golden halo glowing above his head.
The protagonist’s aura?
It was so bright it nearly blinded her.
"This is my WeChat. I’ve liked An Wan for a long time. If you ever need help with anything, just reach out. I’ll take care of it."
With the system backing him, Yan Chen’s tone carried an unshakable confidence.
If he’d known his online crush was a superstar, he would’ve borrowed money for a high-end restaurant.
But the system had only been with him for a few days. The money from his gaming streams wasn’t withdrawable yet.
"Sure," An Xiaowei replied with a hollow smile.
She knew she had just sabotaged Yan Chen’s mission.
But if he succeeded, the original An Xiaowei’s soul wouldn’t be satisfied.
A-Si had told her—the higher the task completion, the more soul-light An Xiaowei might provide.
So she had to crush this romance before it even began.
Without another word, An Xiaowei turned and got into Ning Moqing’s car, where An Wan was already arguing furiously.
"How am I being delusional? Ning Moqing, you know me! I don’t like those fake industry people with their plastic faces. Yan Chen is different—handsome, deep. I love him!"
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?"
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.”
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?"
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
