Another night in the depths of the mountains, yet figures could be seen darting through the shadows.
Zhou Yueyue weaved through the forest, leading her team in pursuit of a fugitive.
Just a year ago, she had been an ordinary college student—until she awakened her supernatural ability: telekinesis, the power to move objects with her mind.
Without hesitation, she started live-streaming, performing "magic tricks."
At first, it was just floating drinks, but soon her acts grew increasingly extravagant—spinning beverages mid-air, making them dance, even levitating herself for the sake of spectacle.
When viewers demanded explanations, she left them speechless.
No one could spot any trickery, and her popularity soared.
But in this era, outlandish live streams weren’t unusual. Most dismissed it as clever editing or sleight of hand, never suspecting supernatural abilities.
Just as Zhou Yueyue began monetizing her fame and stepping into fortune, she was approached—and after a winding journey, she joined the Supernatural Bureau.
A year of hellish training later, she had grown stronger. Her talent, after all, was decent.
Tonight’s mission? Capture a fugitive—one who was no ordinary criminal, but another ability user.
And a formidable one at that, with a body hard as steel.
Conventional firearms were useless against him.
Though Zhou Yueyue led the team, she was just a combatant—a former college student with little real combat experience.
The actual command lay with others. Her role was to confront the fugitive, Gu Gang, head-on.
When Gu Gang first awakened his power, his ego swelled. He believed himself a god, the chosen one of this world.
Thus began his "Homelander" phase—killing in fits of rage, then growing addicted to the thrill.
Before his awakening, he had been a trained fighter, making him even deadlier.
Zhou Yueyue’s team of twenty engaged him, yet one by one, they fell, battered and broken.
Gu Gang stood among them, a war god incarnate.
Zhou Yueyue’s telekinesis could still harm him, but the others’ guns barely scratched him.
Gu Gang burst into laughter. "See? I’m unstoppable. You’re nothing to me."
Desperate, Zhou Yueyue mustered every ounce of her power—and managed only to snap off Gu Gang’s "little brother."
Yet he didn’t even flinch. He had anticipated attacks on his weak spot.
"A mere inch or two," he sneered.
He would kill them all—but not yet. Instead, he began dancing.
Though he couldn’t admire his own muscular performance, it didn’t matter.
The more he danced, the more euphoric he felt.
In his mind, this was just another step toward true godhood.
But his dance had another purpose—to instill despair in Zhou Yueyue and her team.
Fear gripped her. Facing death, she trembled.
Then, Li Siyi appeared.
She had just arrived in this world, noticed the commotion, and decided to investigate.
"And who are you?" Gu Gang eyed her. Anyone out here at this hour couldn’t be normal. But he shrugged. "Doesn’t matter. You die too."
Fists clenched, he advanced cautiously.
Li Siyi tilted her head. "Do you know Su Luo?"
"Su Luo? Never heard of him. Give me his address—I’ll kill him next." Gu Gang continued his approach, madness gleaming in his eyes.
Zhou Yueyue remained frozen in terror.
Li Siyi glanced at her. "Can I kill him?"
Su Luo had warned her: no unnecessary killing in this world.
Zhou Yueyue nodded frantically. She didn’t want to die.
She prayed Li Siyi was strong enough. They had severely underestimated Gu Gang.
Their survival now rested in this stranger’s hands.
A split second later—swift flashes of blade light cut through the darkness.
Gu Gang was dead. Shredded into pieces before he even realized it.
His indestructible body? Reduced to nothing.
Li Siyi turned to Zhou Yueyue.
Sword in hand, standing over Gu Gang’s mangled remains, she was a vision of terror.
Zhou Yueyue shrank back. "P-please… don’t kill me."
"So," Li Siyi said, "explain this world to me."
Though Su Luo had told her much, firsthand knowledge was better.
Zhou Yueyue, still a rookie in the Supernatural Bureau, knew little of the bigger picture.
But she shared what she could—omitting sensitive details, deferring to her superiors.
She wasn’t foolish. If Li Siyi wanted deeper answers, she’d have to meet the higher-ups.
And Zhou Yueyue had no qualms about throwing them under the bus. Wasn’t that what superiors were for?
"The Supernatural Bureau? Interesting."
Li Siyi wanted to see it. Su Luo had never mentioned this organization—yet it seemed pivotal in this world.
Joining it, climbing its ranks—perhaps that would aid Su Luo.
Power and influence mattered. Many problems could be solved with the right backing.
Su Luo had once said, "Strength alone means nothing. You need connections."
But Su Luo was lazy. If he wouldn’t build a network, she would.
Li Siyi was already strategizing her entry into the Bureau.
(What she didn’t know: Su Luo had been quoting a movie. Absolute strength did matter—and Su Luo happened to possess it.)
Just then—
"I’m late." Su Luo arrived.
The distance had delayed Li Siyi’s sensing of him.
His sudden appearance startled Zhou Yueyue again.
But Su Luo and Li Siyi ignored everyone else.
Li Siyi smiled at the familiar face. "Su Luo, I’m here."
"Let’s go. This isn’t the place to talk." He gestured. "I’ll take you home."
"Mm."
Before leaving, Li Siyi conjured a sword-shaped rune in her palm and pressed it into Zhou Yueyue’s hand.
"I’ll find you later."
With that, she and Su Luo vanished.
Zhou Yueyue stood dumbfounded, staring at the spot where they’d been.
After a long pause, she shook herself.
Good or bad, she couldn’t say.
But it wasn’t her problem to solve.
She’d report everything and let the higher-ups decide.
She was just a Bureau employee, after all.
Let the tall ones hold up the sky.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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!"
mance] After transmigrating for eighteen years, Lin Qi lived as an utterly ordinary herbalist in the countryside. One day, he kindly brought home a sickly, beautiful girl covered in blood. They married in a flash and began their blissful, intimate life together. Right then, his long-delayed system finally activated. [Warning! Host detected in contact with the "Crimson Calamity," the world-ending witch!] Lin Qi looked at the adorable wife currently curled in his arms, who couldn't even open a jar lid and trembled at the sight of a mouse. Lin Qi: "System, are you insane? This is clearly just a weak and delicate sickly girl!" Thus, Lin Qi treated the system as a "Contrast System," where taking care of his wife made him stronger. Combing his wife's hair rewarded him with [Free Attribute Points]. Taking his wife out for sunshine rewarded him with [Forbidden Spell: Arcane Explosion]. Lin Qi: "This soft life tastes so good!" ... Yet, in the eyes of outsiders: The strongest Beastkin Assassin: "That man dissected a Beast King with a common skinning knife! That was a show of force towards the powerful!" The Holy Son of the Radiant Church: "I infiltrated his home as a tutor, but he had me babysit the children... He must have seen through my disguise!" The World-Ending Witch, Felucia: "I hid all the way in the countryside. How is it that the husband I married on a whim is stronger than I was at my peak?"
