Chapter 662: May Your Wish Come True! Good Luck!
Ling Qingcheng, this beautiful CEO, faced a major hurdle, yet she still thought of her friend Zhang Yaqian's matters, which made him look at her in a new light; she was loyal, righteous, and very intelligent. It's just that Zhang Yaqian was not as innocent as Ling Qingcheng thought. Her 'tea-like' words could fool Liu Ruyan, and she could even out-act Heavenly Queen Zhong. She was already clear in her heart; if she were in an ancient imperial palace, she would be the kind of talent who could contend for the position of empress or empress dowager.
[Akarin's Note: "Tea-like" (茶里茶气, chá lǐ chá qì) is a modern Chinese internet slang for a "green tea bitch" (绿茶婊). It describes someone, usually a woman, who presents a pure, innocent, and harmless facade while being manipulative, calculating, and passive-aggressive, especially when competing for male attention.]
As for Ling Qingcheng's crisis?
Given Ling Qingcheng's status as a Destined Heroine, Shen Anyu was certain that she would pass through tonight's banquet safely, or that the Child of Destiny would come to her rescue. In short, she would ultimately be fine. A plot armor forged by fate itself was a formidable defense. The narrative of the world would bend and twist to ensure her survival, throwing a timely savior into her path just as despair began to set in.
But unfortunately for the world's narrative, Shen Anyu was an added factor. He was a glitch in the grand design, a variable that destiny itself could not account for.
If there wasn't an opportunity for a hero to save the beauty, he would create one. He would set the stage, write the script, and direct the grand play himself, with him, of course, cast in the leading role.
Director Shen was quite enthusiastic about this.
'To destroy a super ancient family with profound heritage for the sake of one woman…' Shen Anyu's lips curved upwards, forming a playful, predatory smile. 'It would be no different from setting beacon fires to amuse the feudal lords, right?' The thought was intoxicating. The Yanxia Yu Clan wasn't just some wealthy family; they were an institution, a behemoth with roots stretching back through centuries of history, their power and influence woven into the very soul of the nation. To uproot such a colossal entity for something as simple as a woman's favor was the kind of grand, decadent act of villainy he relished.
The destruction of the Yanxia Yu Clan was a blood feud in the original work, a pivotal event that had nothing to do with Ling Qingcheng. But would Young Master Shen not seize this opportunity to gain her favor? He would take that fated event, twist its context, and re-gift it to her as a token of his affection. A mountain of corpses presented as a bouquet of roses.
Shen Anyu chuckled, imagining the conversation.
Shen Anyu: Qingcheng, even if you and the Yanxia Yu Clan are irreconcilable, I will help you!
Ling Qingcheng: ??? Why would I be irreconcilable with the Yanxia Yu Clan?
Shen Anyu: It doesn't matter, I'll help you.
Ling Qingcheng: ...
Thinking of these things, Shen Anyu's smile grew even wider, a glint of pure amusement in his dark eyes.
Immediately, his expression shifted, becoming thoughtful as a new line of inquiry surfaced.
'Will the Goddess Future Diary that Ren Zhacheng obtained change due to my involvement?' he mused. 'Or will it make predictions based on the outcome after my involvement?'
Shen Anyu's eyes were deep, like twin abysses reflecting a starless night. As a Great Villain of Destiny, he was a blind spot in the cosmic order, immune to the threads of fate that bound all others. Divination, prophecy, scrying—all such abilities shattered against the singularity of his existence. Even Chen Tianji, the former Child of Destiny who wielded the power of foresight, could only indirectly divine the fate of those around him, like Ye Yan. Shen Anyu himself remained an unreadable, unknowable void.
It was for this very reason that Chen Tianji, who possessed the legendary Tianji Ancient Jade, had ultimately fallen into Shen Anyu's hands. His greatest strength had become his fatal weakness.
Shen Anyu was very curious. To what extent could Ren Zhacheng's Goddess Future Diary predict the un-predictable? The game was afoot, and he was eager to see how this new toy would perform.
...
"It must have been the barbecue I ate last night; it was even more potent than Wallace's. I went to the bathroom over a dozen times this morning, and I'm completely drained. Damn, that barbecue place is poisonous!"
Ren Zhacheng lay sprawled over his workstation, his body feeling like a wet noodle. He was utterly listless, his face haggard and pale, emitting a strange, sour odor of sickness and sweat. The world swam before his eyes, his stomach a knot of acidic turmoil.
His colleagues nearby shot him strange looks, their noses wrinkling in obvious, undisguised disgust. The invisible perimeter of personal space around his desk had widened significantly.
Especially He Yiyi. She covered her mouth, but it did little to hide the triumphant sparkle in her eyes or the way the corners of her lips twitched, fighting back a giggle. She was clearly gloating, taking immense satisfaction in the miserable state of the man who had tried to threaten her.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Ren Zhacheng's mindset has collapsed. Plundering +9999 Destiny Points!]
'I can't go on like this,' Ren Zhacheng thought, his mind foggy with exhaustion and humiliation. 'Let's see if I can draw something good from the lottery. Something like a Strong Body Pill. Otherwise, this body is just too weak.' The burning shame fueled a desperate resolve. 'Hmph, and I definitely won't let that little girl He Yiyi off the hook. With such a fatal weakness in my hands, she can forget about ever escaping my grasp.'
Ren Zhacheng sneered inwardly, a flicker of malice cutting through his fatigue. With a single thought, the ethereal panel of the Goddess Future Diary System materialized before his eyes—a wash of cold, blue light that only he could perceive. He had already tested it, waving his hands through the projection and confirming with relief that it was utterly invisible and intangible to everyone else.
Thinking of this, Ren Zhacheng felt a surge of belated fortune. When he had first awakened the System last night, his panic had been immense. He'd shouted, flailed, and nearly revealed his secret to the entire office. Fortunately, the people around him had just stared at him like he was a lunatic. His Golden Finger, his ticket to the top, remained his secret.
He navigated the menu with a practiced thought, clicking open the System's lottery page. Ren Zhacheng's mouth twitched, his eye beginning to throb.
The cost was displayed in stark, merciless numbers: One million per draw.
'Damn, this thing is even more black-hearted than the Penguin Empire! One million for one draw? It's outrageous!'
He had seen the lottery function yesterday but hadn't dared to touch it, the price tag inducing a cold sweat. The novice gift pack had been generous, bestowing upon him a luxury sports car, ten million in cash, and the Goddess Future Diary for He Yiyi. But this System demanded payment for every subsequent step. It was a golden ticket with a viciously dark price tag.
He only had this initial capital of ten million. Every single yuan had to be spent with extreme caution. As for his original savings? They were so negligible they barely registered as a rounding error.
'Please, please, one draw to become a god!' Ren Zhacheng silently prayed, his desperation mounting. 'Preferably some Super Saiyan bloodline, Mangekyo Sharingan, or something equally overpowered.'
He made a show of getting up, stumbling to the office bathroom. He meticulously washed his hands, scrubbing them as if preparing for a sacred ritual, before locking himself in a stall to pray with all his might.
At this very moment, Ren Zhacheng was completely unaware that miles away, Shen Anyu was observing this entire pathetic display. Through the man's own eyes, Shen Anyu could see the invisible interface of the Goddess Future Diary System with perfect, crystalline clarity.
'Six Senses Control is terrifyingly powerful!'
A glint of sheer delight flashed in Shen Anyu's eyes. This ability was more potent than he had imagined. To not just see and hear through his puppet, but to perceive even the supernatural phenomena visible only to Ren Zhacheng—it was an incredible, overwhelming advantage. It was the ultimate form of surveillance.
Originally, Shen Anyu had planned to simply abduct and imprison Ren Zhacheng. The risk of a Child of Destiny drawing some heaven-defying item and instantly turning the tables was too great to ignore. It would be a huge, embarrassing setback.
But now, that was unnecessary. Through the pervasive, invasive power of Six Senses Control, he could monitor and completely manipulate every aspect of Ren Zhacheng's existence. He could see his System, read his thoughts, and feel his desperation. There was no need to eliminate him immediately. He could be farmed.
The main reason for this change of heart was practical: Shen Anyu's Destiny Points were not yet sufficient. Devouring the Goddess Future Diary System required a staggering twenty million Destiny Points. For now, he would let the leek grow, carefully exploiting him for every last drop of value.
And if Ren Zhacheng did, by some miracle, draw something truly heaven-defying? Shen Anyu would eliminate him in that very instant and take it for himself. The contingency was already in place. As Ren Zhacheng had leaned against his desk, a telekinetic force, finer than a strand of silk, had pricked his skin. A single, microscopic drop of Ren Zhacheng's blood had been silently extracted, seeping from a capillary and vanishing. With that single drop, Shen Anyu held the man's life in his hands. A single thought was all it would take to activate the God-level Blood Curse Technique and send Ren Zhacheng to the afterlife on the spot.
...
'Jade Emperor, Tathagata Buddha, God and all the deities, please bless me! One draw to become a god!'
Inside the bathroom stall, Ren Zhacheng rubbed his hands together, his heart pounding against his ribs. He ritualistically tapped the ethereal interface.
The next moment, the lottery wheel spun, a blur of light and color too fast for the naked eye to follow. It whirled for a few seconds before slowing, the clicking sound echoing in the silent bathroom as it settled in one area.
Strong Body Pill!
'Haha! Good luck! My wishes came true!'
A wave of euphoric relief washed over Ren Zhacheng. He happily retrieved the small, unassuming pill from the System's inventory space. Without a moment's hesitation, he tossed it into his mouth and swallowed. Instantly, a warm current exploded from his stomach, flowing like molten lava through every vein and meridian. His muscles bulged and tightened, the sickness and exhaustion burned away by a surge of raw vitality. His body, once a drained husk, now felt powerful and vibrant.
Shen Anyu observed this transformation, utterly unimpressed. He watched the influx of energy into Ren Zhacheng's body and mentally scoffed. The Strong Body Pill didn't even warrant a twitch of his eyelid.
At most, Ren Zhacheng had gone from being a Battle Scum with a power level of five to one with a power level of fifty.
As for Shen Anyu's own combat power? Conservatively speaking, it was five million.
Five. Million.
The level of a one-man army capable of breaking an entire nation.
Ren Zhacheng, however, was overjoyed, his excitement bordering on delirium. He clenched his fists, feeling the newfound strength coiled in his biceps.
'Those big guys at the gym are no match for me now,' he thought with a giddy chuckle. 'I can fight ten of them at once! The System is awesome!'
Then, the reality of the cost hit him. 'But one million per draw is really expensive.'
Ren Zhacheng's heart bled at the thought of the vanished fortune. It was a good item, yes, but the price was astronomical.
'Just one more draw. Just one,' he whispered to himself, unable to suppress the intoxicating anticipation that bubbled within him. The gambler's fallacy had him in its grip. He drew again.
The wheel spun. It slowed. It stopped.
The result was a blank space with cold, mocking text: 'Thank You for Your Patronage.' The hope in Ren Zhacheng's heart instantly shattered.
"One million! My one million!!!" he wailed, his voice cracking.
"What one million?" a voice called from outside the bathroom, followed by a chuckle.
"No, nothing!" The wailing Ren Zhacheng immediately clamped a hand over his mouth, his eyes wide with panic.
His heart wasn't just bleeding anymore; it was hemorrhaging. One million yuan, gone. For nothing. For a 'Thank You.' It was unbearable. A sum of money he couldn't have saved in ten years before the System, vaporized in a single, foolish click.
Shen Anyu watched Ren Zhacheng's distressed, contorted expression with a playful smile. This Goddess Future Diary System had truly found the wrong host. If it had found him, a million would be nothing more than pocket change.
'Can't draw any more. I have to stop.' Ren Zhacheng's mind screamed at him. But another, more insidious voice whispered back. 'No... I was so unlucky last time, I don't believe my luck can be that bad again. It has to turn around. It won't be 'Thank You for Your Patronage' again.'
Gritting his teeth, his face a mask of desperate resolve, Ren Zhacheng drew again.
The next second, as he stared at the lottery reward displayed on the screen, the despair on Ren Zhacheng's face was wiped away, replaced by an expression of wild, unadulterated joy.
Shen Anyu, who had been observing with detached amusement, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
[Akarin's Note:
Enjoying the story? Dropping a quick review, comment, or Power Stone means the world to me and keeps these daily updates flowing!
Want to read 50 chapters ahead or just want to help keep a shameless translator alive? (My livelihood actually depends on this, haha 😭). You can support me directly here:
(P.S. Just remove the brackets and replace the [.] with a regular dot . to use the links!)
✨ Patreon (50 Advanced Chapters): patreon[.]com/AkarinTL
☕ Ko-fi (Support / Sponsor): ko-fi[.]com/AkarinTL
🔗 All My Links: linktr[.]ee/AkarinTL
Thank you so much for reading and keeping this project alive!]