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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
e vast world of cultivation, where he becomes the master of the Heavenly Ruins Sacred Hall, a dying old man with barely a tenth of his former cultivation remaining. He is immediately confronted with a deadly crisis: his subordinates have rebelled, and his protectors are forcing him to abdicate. At the critical moment, the system descends from the heavens: [Ding! The host has been detected facing a life-or-death crisis. The system is now officially activated!] [As a gift, you have received the Supreme Beginner’s Pack and awakened the ultimate cheat: ten thousand years of pure cultivation essence every second!] Yin Tianjue: “Wait… ten thousand years of cultivation every second? That’s six hundred thousand years a minute, and in one day… I can’t even calculate it. Either way, I’m already invincible!” You’re a peerless prodigy rarely seen in ten thousand years? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re an undying ancestor who has guarded a sacred land for countless ages? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. You’re the strongest chosen one, blessed with heaven-defying destiny? Sorry, I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. From this day forth, I have only one thing to say: “I gain ten thousand years of cultivation every second. Now, how exactly are you supposed to deal with that?”
