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.
] [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!"
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
