"Whoosh"
A flood of knowledge surged into his mind, making Shen Yi's head throb. He couldn't help but massage his forehead to ease the dizziness.
The pressure came and went quickly. After recovering, Shen Yi discovered that he had mysteriously acquired extensive legal knowledge.
It felt as real as if he had systematically studied it himself.
Contract matters, creditor's rights and debts, commercial disputes, intellectual property protection, and more—all these memories flowed through his mind at the slightest recall.
The feeling was quite magical. Shen Yi searched on his computer while recalling the information.
Everything matched perfectly.
'This is amazing. If I had this back in school, I could have gotten into Peking or Tsinghua University easily!'
Shen Yi felt fantastic now, figuring that with his current abilities, he could handle most legal work with ease.
As for becoming a lawyer directly, that profession relied more on connections and resources, with ability taking second place.
After his thoughts wandered for a while, Shen Yi clicked on the scene review.
The scene skipped past the accelerated learning segments to later events.
Fu Nanzhi was indeed a good woman, but she was also someone difficult to get close to.
Could someone so strong and perfectionist really suffer from depression?
Was her inner self truly so fragile? With these questions in mind, Shen Yi entered the scene.
Compared to text, the visuals were more concrete and impactful.
...
The elevator opened, and Fu Nanzhi walked forward with quick steps.
"Good morning, Consultant Fu."
"Morning."
"Excuse me, who are you?"
"Haha, Consultant Fu sure forgets important people easily. I'm Little Li, who came for consultation yesterday."
"Ah, I'm sorry..." "Little Li, Little Li, I'll remember now."
After repeating the name twice, Fu Nanzhi politely nodded and left, leaving several people looking at each other awkwardly.
"This new consultant is quite... quite arrogant."
"Shh..."
...
"Consultant Fu, is this version acceptable?"
The intern's bangs were already wet with sweat—she had made three trips to the printing room.
"Here, here, and here need to be modified."
"But it was fine doing it this way before," the intern argued quietly.
"It's different. These clauses might cause problems in the future if we're too strict about them. We can't be careless," Fu Nanzhi earnestly advised.
"Alright, I'll revise it again."
Outside the door, looking at the dark sky and the empty department, the young girl finally couldn't hold back her tears.
...
"This liability clause is still a bit unclear. I should ask Consultant Fu."
"Don't... ask Consultant Sun instead."
"Why?"
"Nothing, just that Consultant Fu is quite busy. Better not disturb her."
...
All the details Shen Yi had overlooked in the text gradually emerged in the scene review.
Watching these situations made Shen Yi shake his head.
No matter who consulted her, Fu Nanzhi was always serious and never perfunctory, treating everyone and everything equally.
At work, Fu Nanzhi was meticulous and responsible, reviewing each contract two or three times, scrutinizing every word.
This was an excellent quality for legal work.
While good, after several such incidents, nobody except Shen Yi wanted to get close to her anymore.
To make matters worse, she had face blindness, which meant she had no personal connections outside of work. Additionally, being conservative, many admirers gave up after failed attempts to get close to her.
Only Shen Yi had maintained consistent interaction with her for a year or two.
From Shen Yi's observation, Fu Nanzhi wasn't someone devoid of emotions.
She seemed to be deliberately suppressing herself, consuming herself internally, traveling only between the company and home each day.
No gatherings, no friendships, no social obligations.
No one truly understood her, and the culprit behind her depression remained unknown.
Upon closer examination, her behavior was far from normal.
"Been watching you for a while. What are you spacing out about?"
Shen Yi was startled by a tap on his shoulder, and turning around, he found it was Old Dai.
"Oh, Team Leader, what's up?" Shen Yi stretched, having sat for too long.
Old Dai leaned his elbow on the workstation and casually said,
"Nothing much. It's past eight, and if there's nothing urgent, don't just sit here. Go home."
"Ah, oh." Shen Yi suddenly came to his senses.
He had been so absorbed in reviewing the scene that when he looked up, he noticed most colleagues had already left.
Packing his bag, Shen Yi stood up and said goodbye to Old Dai,
"Then I'll head out first, Team Leader. You should leave early too."
"Sure, don't worry about me. Be careful on your way home." Old Dai waved, walking toward another direction.
"Will do."
Leaving the company, Shen Yi was starving, having barely eaten properly all day, almost completely immersed in the simulator.
Hungry-eyed, he clutched his stomach and walked into a noodle shop.
"Boss, one bowl of sauerkraut beef noodles with extra noodles."
"And two fried eggs, no cilantro, please make it quick."
"Just a moment."
Shen Yi ordered in one breath and sat down to wait anxiously.
Soon the owner brought over a large bowl emanating a delicious aroma.
Why choose a noodle shop? For the speed.
Shen Yi eagerly slurped up a large mouthful. With food in his stomach, he finally felt alive again.
...
Rubbing his overfull stomach, Shen Yi pushed open his door, tossed his bag aside, and collapsed on the sofa.
After recovering for a while, he took out his phone again.
Earlier, besides reviewing the scene, he'd been reminded that his character level had increased, and now that he had time, he wanted to check it out.
When the character panel appeared, Shen Yi saw that there was indeed a plus sign in the level column.
After he clicked it, a window popped up on his phone.
[System upgrading, please wait...]
Shen Yi had thought it was just a character upgrade, but unexpectedly, the game system was upgrading as well.
However, with this upgrade, no functions could be used, so he just left it running in the background to update slowly.
Taking advantage of this time, Shen Yi went to the bathroom for a quick wash and did some laundry, hanging up his changed clothes.
Returning to sit on the sofa, he found the progress bar still moving, with no end in sight.
Unable to play the simulator, and too early to sleep at just past nine, Shen Yi suddenly found himself with free time.
Holding his phone, the small games he had downloaded before no longer held any interest.
After experiencing the simulator, Shen Yi didn't think any such games could attract him anymore.
Opening his mobile banking app, after a whole day, the 250,000 was still quietly sitting in his account, and Shen Yi felt there shouldn't be any hidden problems.
He then transferred 50,000 to his family.
It wasn't that he was reluctant to give more, but he didn't want to shock his parents.
Sure enough, within two minutes of transferring the money, the phone rang.
"Hello? Mom."
"Yes, I've eaten, I ate earlier. It's so late, how could I not have eaten?"
"The money? That's what your son earned himself, I didn't steal or rob anyone, just accept it and don't be afraid to spend it."
"How's Dad?"
"Oh, no, I haven't lost weight. I'm six feet tall, how could I not eat enough? Don't worry about me."
"Girlfriend? We'll discuss that later~"
"Okay, okay, take care of yourself, bye-bye."
Hanging up the phone, Shen Yi let out a breath, feeling much more relaxed.
Although every phone call covered the same three topics, just hearing his parents' voices made him feel settled.
Family and parents would always provide comfort, no matter when.
With his worries gone, exhausted from the day, Shen Yi lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep.
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
