The office building of the hospital was silent in the deep night.
The only sound was the rustling of Liu Yuan flipping through files in the archives room.
Suddenly, Liu Yuan tilted her head slightly, put the file back in its place, and sneaked out quietly.
In the office corridor outside the archives room, the sound of light footsteps arose.
The footsteps grew closer and more muffled.
In the dark corridor, the lit archives room stood out prominently.
Creak—
The door of the archives room was pushed open.
A hired security guard stood at the doorway with his hand resting on the holster at his waist.
He glanced down at the door lock of the archives room and took out his gun.
Click!
He cocked the gun.
The mercenary tiptoed into the room.
Xifu City's Tianyu Hospital had existed for quite a while, so the archives room was quite large.
Row after row of filing cabinets extended from the entrance to the end, with potential hiding spots or other things between each row.
The hired gun checked row by row.
In the corridor outside the archives room, a man wearing combat fatigues with two gold stars embroidered on his shoulders stood pressed against the wall, gripping a sharp wolf's fang dagger.
He held his breath, listening intently to the movements inside the archives room.
Suddenly, the man sensed something strange behind his head, poof—
Click!
A mixture of red and white blood slowly dripped down the wall behind him.
......
"Ugh..."
Inside the hospital, a security guard nodded off while on patrol.
The night breeze blew, and he tightened his security uniform, feeling a bit cold.
"Tsk tsk, that girl looked pretty fine today..."
The guard glanced at the women's restroom and mumbled to himself.
Soon after, he reached the office building, tap, tap, tap—
He heard the crisp sound of high heels.
"Who's here so late?"
The guard turned to look, "Whew—"
"Quite a beauty!"
Liu Yuan strolled out of the office building, saw the guard at the entrance, and greeted him with a smile: "Sir, you haven't clocked out yet?"
The guard stared blankly for a moment, then hurriedly said, "Oh, oh! I'm on the night shift!"
Liu Yuan sighed, "Ah! I've been overworking badly these days, it's so stressful!"
The guard grinned, "But you all earn good money!"
Liu Yuan suddenly seemed to remember something and asked, "Sir, was there some commotion at the hospital earlier today? It sounded pretty noisy!"
"Heh, just another medical dispute! It happens every few days."
"Ah? How was it resolved in the end?"
"I don't know, I'm just a temp worker. We just guard the doors, while the hired guns from the security department handle disputes."
"Oh, I see. Well, I'll be going then, sir!"
"Take care!"
"Mmhmm!"
Watching Liu Yuan's swaying figure, the guard felt reluctant, "How did I not notice there were such beauties working at the hospital before?"
"She must be new, damn, those old dogs will harass her for sure!"
Then the guard looked up and saw the light on in the archives room on the third floor. He said suspiciously, "Someone's still working this late at night?"
A moment later, in the corridor on the third floor of the office building, the guard noticed the man leaning against the wall.
As soon as he saw this person, the guard smiled ingratiatingly and greeted him, "Hey! It's Brother Hu on duty today!"
However, the "Brother Hu" the guard addressed paid no heed and remained motionless, leaning against the wall.
The guard awkwardly shrugged it off. He sniffed and caught a faint whiff of a metallic, bloody smell in the air.
The guard didn't think much of it—it was common to smell blood in this hospital.
Sometimes, a rancid odor would even emanate from some corner, and upon investigation, a decomposing corpse would be found.
The guard peeked into the archives room and saw a hired gun standing still, leaning against a row of filing cabinets.
His posture was similar to the man outside.
The guard joked, "Hey, in the middle of the night, you two from the same department are really creative, leaning against opposite walls and competing in brooding!"
"The poses are practically identical, heh!"
As the guard turned to leave, he suddenly looked down and noticed a long streak of blood seeping out from the floor of the archives room.
"Oh shit?!"
The guard was so startled that he jumped back, and rushed to push the "Brother Hu" leaning against the wall in the corridor. But then...
The guard seemed to hear the sound of something springing, snap!
A splatter of blood hit his face, and immediately after, Brother Hu collapsed to the ground.
It was only then that the guard noticed the long streak of red and white blood dripping down the wall where Brother Hu had been leaning.
At the spot where Brother Hu's head had rested against the wall, a bloodstained plastic bubble tea straw protruded straight through from the other side.
The guard finally realized that the springing sound he had heard earlier came from that half-exposed plastic straw on the wall.
The next second, the guard felt his legs go weak.
He practically squatted down and made his way into the archives room, peering towards the spot on the wall where Brother Hu had been leaning.
A dark hole in the wall.
The guard was dumbfounded, "The wall is so thick, and the straw is so short, and it's plastic... how did it get inserted like that..."
He then turned to look at the hired gun in the archives room, and the manner of death made sense.
A bubble tea straw of the same type had pierced straight through the man's brow and into the metal filing cabinet behind him.
The guard swallowed hard, trembling as he took out his phone and dialed a number.
"Hello?"
"Director Liu, there are more casualties in your department, come take them away quickly..."
......
At the Donglai Hotel in Xifu City.
In the room, Liu Yuan organized her thoughts and then called Lu Yuan.
"Boss, this deal is a big one, I need some backup."
Lu Yuan's calm voice came through the receiver, "How much?"
"A decent amount, around two hundred thousand."
"Didn't you say you'd give me a discount?"
"Yeah, even with the discount, it's two hundred thousand."
"You're really letting yourself go, huh? Did you forget you're a medical professional?"
Liu Yuan hurriedly explained, "Boss, listen to me!"
"You don't know how despicable this hospital is!"
"The doctors at this hospital have been selling normal people's organs to Ability users at exorbitant prices!"
"The entire hospital, from doctors to nurses, from procurement to storage to distribution, each step is clearly divided, and no one's hands are clean!"
"This whole operation has become systematized!"
"And none of the people involved in medical disputes have ever made it out of this hospital alive!"
Liu Yuan said, and the line went silent for a moment.
After a while...
"Liu Yuan..."
"Yes, boss?"
"You've got some nerve, who are you implying something about here?"
"Looks like you've been unhappy with me for a while now."
Liu Yuan: "..."
"Boss, let me explain—"
Beep!
The line had been hung up.
Looking out the window, Liu Yuan felt the night breeze of Xifu City...
was rather chilly.
......

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] [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!"

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.”