An Xiaowei glanced at the barrage in the live stream and then at the viewer count—over ten thousand people.
Yan Chen wasn’t this impressive before.
Rising to fame overnight could only mean the system was too overpowered.
"But was he showing his face before?" An Xiaowei asked.
"Yeah, and he’s a tech streamer, pretty popular with fans."
"As for why he’s not showing his face now, it’s because he failed a midday mission and got punished by the system—struck by lightning." Si’s voice was laced with barely suppressed laughter.
An Xiaowei didn’t spare the male lead any dignity either, slapping the table as she laughed.
"Hahaha!" She clutched her stomach, laughing so hard it hurt.
This was what you called instant karma.
The guy was so cringey he could drown a whole room in grease.
"But you’re adapting pretty well," Si remarked, watching An Xiaowei pound the table.
Most hosts would struggle with this kind of situation, at least a little.
"No big deal. I love cute girls, and besides, it’s not much different from usual—just the clothes and stuff." An Xiaowei genuinely had no issue with the role.
Sure, she was a tough guy in real life, but in games, she always played female characters.
This world felt like a game to her, so she didn’t have any mental hang-ups.
And tearing down someone else’s spotlight? That was her favorite pastime.
"By the way, how’s his skill level?" An Xiaowei watched a few of Yan Chen’s plays and didn’t think they looked like the system’s handiwork.
"The system didn’t give him hacks for gaming. He’s just a hardcore gamer." Si paused mid-sentence.
What was An Xiaowei getting at?
"You’re not thinking of sniping him in a match, are you?" Si blurted out.
"Why not?" An Xiaowei raised an eyebrow.
The problem was getting an account. No one would willingly lend theirs just to tank their rank.
"Well, I can use the system to generate an account with a similar rank to his. But I’m not doing it for free."
Creating a dummy account was child’s play for Si.
"How much?" An Xiaowei understood the implication.
Money could rent an account, but if she wanted to mess with Yan Chen long-term, a fresh one would be better.
Grinding a new account to his level, though? Too much effort.
"I won’t rip you off. Ten grand, full skins, all heroes, max runes."
This was a fair transaction, not helping the host out of goodwill.
Si’s inner calculator was working overtime.
"But what do you even need the money for?" An Xiaowei found it odd.
If the system was using cash, something felt off.
"I could travel, or maybe get a perm and rock some big waves." Si’s tone was playful.
An Xiaowei: ｜д)!!
There was no way she was the one who corrupted this system.
"Fine, I’ll transfer it." The moment she spoke, a white panel popped up in front of her, displaying a QR code for payment.
If there was one thing An Xiaowei wasn’t lacking, it was money.
What kind of cliché romance protagonist would she be if she were broke?
She scanned the code without hesitation and dismissed the panel.
Soon after, Si sent over the account credentials.
An Xiaowei logged in to check—everything was virtual data. The fake win rate and badges were convincing enough, but the real stats showed zero matches played.
An Xiaowei was a veteran of the mobile gaming scene.
Despite being a tough guy, she adored playing cute girls.
Like the sunshine girl, Xi Shi.
She’d hit the national rank before, but that FMVP skin, Dragon Princess? Way too expensive for her.
After warming up in training mode and admiring the elegant little dragon girl on screen, she nodded.
The immersion was perfect. She was a cute girl now.
And then…
Time to snipe Yan Chen, stomp him into a 0-10 scoreline, and paint his stream red (all losses).
Make him end his broadcast in misery.
But streams had delays, so Si kept an eye on Yan Chen’s match timing and signaled when his game ended.
An Xiaowei queued up immediately.
"Lucky match. You got him," Si said.
An Xiaowei: Charge! (ω)=33
Little Qing Rong has you in her sights!
She instantly locked Xi Shi, watching as Yan Chen confidently picked Ma Chao on the enemy team.
She almost laughed out loud.
With her support’s help, she cleared the minion wave lightning-fast and hit level two.
Then she hugged the wall, positioning near the enemy tower.
There he was—Yan Chen!
First skill, landed.
Xi Shi’s first skill yanks the enemy toward her, and her ultimate lets her pull twice.
Yan Chen sensed danger the moment the skill connected, but before he could react, the enemy’s tanky support knocked him airborne.
Thud. Screen went black.
Staring at his corpse on the ground, Yan Chen’s face twisted in rage.
To make it worse, Xi Shi’s voice line played:
"My trial began the day we met."
This Xi Shi was disgusting.
Just because she had the Dragon Princess skin didn’t make her royalty!
Meanwhile, the chat was in stitches:
[Streamer got styled on by Xi Shi again?]
[Don’t zone out, bro! Don’t fall for the princess’s charms!]
[Joined just in time for the gray screen?]
The entire match was torture for Yan Chen. That Xi Shi was like a ghost, always lurking in the bushes.
She played more like an assassin than a mage.
Flash-pulling him like it was free.
When the enemy nexus exploded, Yan Chen checked his stats:
1-8-1.
One kill, eight deaths.
Thanks to the system’s boosted stream visibility, new viewers took one look at his score and noped out.
[A 1-8 Ma Chao? My cat could play better with its paws.]
[Quit streaming, bro. I’ll hook you up with a factory job.]
[This guy’s straight-up trash.]
Yan Chen took a deep breath, forcing himself to stay calm. No matter what, he couldn’t lose his temper.
Cursing on stream would get him flagged, and all his hard-earned fans would vanish.
He was aiming for the top, not a reputation as a toxic streamer.
With a strained chuckle, he joked, "Got hard-countered, guys. This princess plays dirty, but no worries—next time I see her, I’ll lock Yuan Ge and wreck her."
Little did he know, An Xiaowei wasn’t a one-trick. She wasn’t afraid of Yan Chen.
Her APM was factory-forged.
She queued up again immediately. Sniping Yan Chen was easy at this rank—not many players here.
Two hours later, Yan Chen stared at his five-loss streak, utterly dumbfounded.
A sea of red. Nothing like this had ever happened since he started streaming.
Four straight matches against that cursed Xi Shi. Like running into a damn poltergeist.
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?!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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.”
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?"
