His face was already sore from the electric shock, and now it hurt even more.
All of this was thanks to that damn Xi Shi.
What a streak of bad luck.
Ever since he got the system, he’d never been this unlucky.
Losing five matches in a row was one thing, but ranking last in every single one and getting reported successfully? Unbelievable.
The last match didn’t even have a direct confrontation, but his mentality was already shattered, and he ended up with a negative KDA.
That bastard Xi Shi—what kind of cursed hero was she playing? Playing Wan’er and camping him, then diving under tower just to kill him when she couldn’t catch him.
And she even brought backup, a damn support trailing behind her. Absolutely shameless, ambushing him when he didn’t have Sprint. What a sore loser!
Tonight, when he went to sleep, he’d probably lift the covers and find Xi Shi hiding under them.
The psychological damage was real.
He started the stream with over ten thousand viewers, but now only four thousand remained.
Yan Chen ended the broadcast without saying a word.
Meanwhile, An Xiaowei was laughing her heart out.
"How’s he doing over there?" she asked Si while stepping out to heat herself a cup of milk.
"His face is cracked—but not completely. You’re really something," Si replied with a gentle smile.
An Xiaowei: ?
She suspected the system was teasing her, but she had no proof.
An Wan was still memorizing her script when Yan Chen sent her a message.
"Babe, wanna duo? I’ll carry you. Just pick Yao and relax."
Damn it. The frustration from the ranked matches had to be vented somewhere, and low-tier games were the perfect outlet.
Yan Chen glanced at his reflection in the mirror.
Though it was the system’s doing, the damage wouldn’t last long—it had assured him his face would be back to normal by tomorrow.
After all, he still needed that face to charm his future celebrity wife.
An Wan held her script, still unfinished.
"Maybe I’ll just watch your stream. I’m still memorizing my lines.
I wanna see you dominate the rift."
"(｡•́︿•̀｡)"
Yan Chen almost laughed. More like getting dominated.
"Nah, babe. Had a bit of an issue today—my throat’s not feeling great, so I didn’t stream." With that, he deleted the stream replay from the backend.
This was his shame.
If that Xi Shi player ever showed up in front of him, he’d chop the bastard into pieces.
Yan Chen had checked the player’s profile earlier—mostly mages, but with such sneaky awareness and disgusting playstyle, it had to be a guy.
Before An Wan could reply, her younger sister knocked and entered.
"Hey, done with the script? Let’s hit the gym."
An Xiaowei knew Yan Chen was planning to stomp noobs in low-tier matches, probably dragging An Wan along. But if they kept running into each other, it’d look suspicious.
So, best to cut it off at the source.
"Huh? Gym now?" An Wan blinked.
An Xiaowei deadpanned, "You’ve gained weight."
Though a college senior, An Xiaowei was petite—with the right bangs, she could pass for a fifth-grader.
Meanwhile, the word "weight" hit An Wan like a truck.
As an A-list actress, nothing mattered more than her figure—not even her boyfriend.
A slip-up in weight management would give the haters endless ammunition.
She dashed to the closet and jumped onto the scale.
95 pounds.
During her break from filming, she’d been gaming nonstop with Yan Chen—and somehow packed on five whole pounds!
An Wan nearly fainted.
She tossed her phone onto the bed, forgetting all about Yan Chen.
"Wait for me, I’ll change. We’ll go to the gym upstairs right away."
Her new role was a delicate beauty—if her face looked bloated on screen, even she wouldn’t be able to stand it.
Hit the snake at its head—bullseye.
Watching An Wan panic, An Xiaowei turned and left. Sure, 95 pounds was still slim, but for a star? Practically obese.
She pulled up her system panel—the mission progress had reached 10%.
"Damaging the male lead’s halo or hindering the romance between the leads both contribute to progress," Si explained.
"If Yan Chen loses his protagonist aura, An Wan won’t even look at him twice," An Xiaowei said, downing the last of her milk.
"You’ve got a solid grasp of this," Si remarked.
"Obviously. Back in the day, I was way hotter than him—at least I showered and didn’t have a face full of pockmarks," An Xiaowei scoffed.
Just a trashy guy propped up by cheats, nothing more.
"Yan Chen’s secretly cursing you as a villain," Si suddenly laughed.
"He’s mad. He’s so mad." An Xiaowei rubbed her soft cheeks.
Good. If he wasn’t mad, that would be a problem.
"Alright, Xiaowei." An Wan emerged in workout gear, her hair tied back in a high ponytail, radiating youthful energy.
Looking at her flawless features and bright smile—
Yeah, Yan Chen didn’t deserve her.
Why should a gorgeous, wealthy heroine end up with some greasy guy just because a system gave him a face-lift?
Some people really lived in their own delusions.
"Let’s go. Less dating, more weight management," An Xiaowei nagged.
An Wan nodded eagerly.
For a second, An Xiaowei felt like the older sister.
Did the heroine have some kind of imprinting instinct—attaching to whoever she met first?
Apparently, her in-game friends were just Yan Chen and his buddies.
But if she found a pro gamer to carry An Wan, maybe they could shove Yan Chen back to the gutter where he belonged.
"You could try, but it might not work. An Wan’s standards are high—most men don’t cut it," Si read her thoughts.
An Xiaowei: …?
"So you’re saying I should find a woman instead?"
Si: …!
"Worth a shot. With your identity as An Xiaowei, it might actually work. You can play jungle, right?" Si asked.
Girls loved flashy carries—Yan Chen’s whole schtick was playing the heroes women fawned over.
An Xiaowei stayed silent.
Her jungle stats were 1-8. She could play Lan Ling Wang decently, but carrying? Not happening.
Maybe just killing Yan Chen was the simpler solution.
A few days later.
Before she could find a gaming god to seduce her sister, An Wan left for filming.
Coincidentally, around the same time, Yan Chen ran into a rather… casual grandpa.
No—correction—he casually ran into Grandpa An.
The encounter was written like some cliché: Grandpa An’s car broke down while running errands, and Yan Chen happened to pass by, offering a ride.
And just like that, they hit it off (not really).
But now there was a problem.
If she wanted to intercept Yan Chen before he met Grandpa An, she needed a way to disrupt their meeting—preferably with a car.
Except An Xiaowei didn’t even have a driver’s license.
She glanced at the bicycle in the garage.
The back seat was tiny.
An Xiaowei suddenly remembered a story. A female colleague from the factory once told her that her father was riding a motorcycle with her aunt on the back, only to realize shortly after that the aunt had gone missing.
Don’t ask—she’d fallen off.
Grandpa An would probably take a tumble too.
This bicycle is downright hazardous!
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.”
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!"
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, 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?"
