Yuan Qiaoqiao shielded her little head, her cheeks puffed up in obvious frustration.
"Sis, you can’t hit my head like that—I won’t grow taller if you do! (∧｀)"
Le Xiaowei, who was driving, couldn’t help but glance at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"You’re already a senior in high school and 160 cm tall. How much taller do you want to be?"
Yuan Qiaoqiao leaned back in her seat, nibbling on a spicy stick, her eyes sparkling. "I want to be 170 cm."
Le Xiaowei: "..."
"Keep dreaming." It wasn’t that Le Xiaowei wanted to crush her hopes, but at eighteen, height was pretty much set. Wanting to grow another ten centimeters? Might as well wish to overturn the heavens.
Yuan Qiaoqiao counted on her fingers, a shadow of gloom passing over her face.
"My growth plates closed when I was seventeen. I’ll never get taller."
Le Xiaowei couldn’t hold back a laugh.
"Hey, it’s fine. 160 cm isn’t that short."
Yuan Qiaoqiao: "QAQ"
Why did Xiaowei-jiejie talk to her like she was a dog?
Did she have no dignity left?
With Yuan Qiaoqiao giving directions, Le Xiaowei soon reached the highway entrance. But to her surprise, a dozen cars were jammed there. Yuan Qiaoqiao hopped out to check before climbing back in.
"Sis, looks like a squad—probably with ability users. We should hurry and leave."
She buckled her seatbelt.
"Easy to leave?" Le Xiaowei frowned. The way the cars were piled up, getting through would be tough.
But taking the city roads meant risking zombie hordes. Not that she was scared, but if those zombies blocked the way, driving would be a nightmare.
"Whether it’s easy or not, we have to go." Yuan Qiaoqiao sounded worried.
"Worst case, we fight." Le Xiaowei stretched lazily, unfazed.
"Sis, you probably don’t follow the news much. Even before the apocalypse, there were research labs studying high-level zombies. They had elite ability-user squads. If those people find out about you..."
Yeah, Le Xiaowei could guess the rest.
She’d end up in a lab, sliced into specimens.
As they talked, a few men approached the car and knocked on the window.
Yuan Qiaoqiao’s face instantly paled, and she ducked her head, silent.
Le Xiaowei stroked her chin. Could these be the teammates who’d abandoned Yuan Qiaoqiao before?
She rolled down the window to see an average-looking young man outside.
"Hey, do you guys wanna joi—" He froze mid-sentence.
Damn, they were gorgeous.
Two girls, no less.
The guy was visibly surprised, muttering something to a slightly more handsome guy behind him before turning back.
"So, uh, do you have any ability users? We’re heading onto the highway, but it’s risky. Thought we could team up."
Le Xiaowei glanced at Yuan Qiaoqiao.
"Wanna go?"
"Huh?" Yuan Qiaoqiao hadn’t expected her opinion to matter.
"Um... you decide, Sis." Privately, she didn’t want to deal with humans.
The trauma of being abandoned last time was too fresh—zombies had chased her, nearly tearing her apart. If this zombie sister hadn’t suddenly regained her senses, she’d have been dead before she could even wave goodbye.
"Pass. We’re not joining." Le Xiaowei gave them an apologetic smile.
The group had barely left when four or five more men blocked the car door.
"Get out."
The leader slammed a rough hand against the window, making Yuan Qiaoqiao’s heart leap.
Was this guy insane?
Did he want to become Xiaowei-jiejie’s zombie minion? The kind that got their skulls cracked open?
"The hell do you want?" Le Xiaowei shot him a sidelong glare, her tone icy.
"Just two girls? Come with us. We’ll protect you."
The man eyed Le Xiaowei and Yuan Qiaoqiao—a pair of beauties. No way he was letting them slip away.
Le Xiaowei understood.
This guy wanted to add a few more names to the zombie registry right here at the highway entrance.
"I don’t have time for this. Scram."
There were too many people around, and Le Xiaowei wasn’t looking for trouble.
The man hadn’t expected her to be so bold. His buddies tensed.
"Wait, maybe we should go. Feels like she’s an ability user."
The man’s neck prickled under Le Xiaowei’s crimson gaze. Two girls making it this far from the city? They had to be strong.
At the very least, the older one looked like she could eat people alive.
Le Xiaowei pushed the car door open, and the men instinctively stepped back.
Wait—why were they scared of a woman?
"Even if you won’t come with us, you gotta pay the toll. See those cars at the entrance? They’re ours. Hand something over, or you’re not leaving."
The man mustered his courage and held out a hand.
Le Xiaowei ignored him, turning to the girl in the passenger seat instead.
"Grab your bag."
"Okay." Yuan Qiaoqiao hugged her backpack and hopped out.
The ground was filthy, splattered with what looked like blood. Yuan Qiaoqiao stood behind Le Xiaowei, lips pressed tight as she glared at the men.
"The highway isn’t yours," she muttered under her breath.
"What was that?" The man’s voice sharpened.
Yuan Qiaoqiao gripped Le Xiaowei’s hand, drawing courage.
"I said, why should we give you anything? We’re not asking you for stuff!"
Before the men could react, Le Xiaowei pulled a knife from Yuan Qiaoqiao’s bag and pressed it to the leader’s throat.
So fast!
The man barely blinked before cold steel kissed his skin. A chill of sweat broke over him.
This speed—even faster than his boss. No wonder she dared to travel with just one girl.
His buddies hastily pulled him back.
"Uh, sorry about that! He’s been cosplaying a robber since yesterday. Don’t mind him. We’ll just... go now."
The man forced a laugh and turned to leave—only for the woman in the pink tracksuit to blur into his path. A flicker of movement, so quick he thought his eyes were playing tricks.
What the hell?
Even walking was this fast?
"Funny, I used to have a hobby too—cosplaying a robber." Le Xiaowei’s lips curled up.
The men: "..."
"Don’t push it!" Their faces darkened.
A few minutes later, the men—now bruised and battered—led Le Xiaowei to their boss.
"Boss, we got... uh, let’s just give them today’s food."
Their hearts ached, but between hunger and another beating, they knew which was worse.
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young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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?"
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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.”
