Chapter 664: Become the King of the World!
Subsequently, Ren Zhacheng flipped through the subsequent pages of Ling Qingcheng's Goddess Future Diary, but they were all blank.
Apparently, he could only see one day's future diary in advance. In the cramped, grimy confines of the public restroom stall, a sour smell clinging to the air, Ren Zhacheng's mind raced with possibilities. The stark white pages of the diary were a canvas upon which his nascent greed began to paint its grand designs.
'I wonder if this Goddess Future Diary can be upgraded; seeing only one day into the future isn't quite enough.'
Ren Zhacheng muttered, his voice a low, covetous whisper that was swallowed by the dripping sound of a leaky faucet somewhere nearby. A new thought struck him, a slick, greasy smile spreading across his face. He extended a hand, and with a faint shimmer of ethereal light that briefly illuminated the stall's stained tiles, He Yiyi's Goddess Future Diary materialized in his grasp. The small, unassuming notebook felt heavy with potential, a key to unlocking his deepest, most depraved desires.
'Yesterday I saw today's diary, and today I can see tomorrow's. I wonder what He Yiyi will write tomorrow; I'll definitely be in it, hehehe.'
A repulsive, guttural chuckle escaped his lips as he stared intently at the cover, his knuckles white. Through Ren Zhacheng's vision, a silent observer in the vast expanse of consciousness, Shen Anyu watched the pathetic display with detached interest. He saw the flicker of ambition in the man's eyes, the pathetic delusion of a bottom-feeder who had just stumbled upon a divine tool far beyond his comprehension. It was, at best, a mildly amusing diversion.
With trembling, eager fingers, Ren Zhacheng flipped open the book. The ink seemed to bleed into existence on the page, forming He Yiyi's frantic, desperate script.
...
[August 23rd Cloudy]
[Ahhhhhh, help, that pervert Ren Zhacheng actually found out about my embezzlement of over a million yuan. Big trouble!]
[That pervert Ren Zhacheng came to find me again today and even reached out directly, wanting to touch my face. Luckily, I dodged him. So disgusting!]
[What to do, what to do now?]
[Being held by Ren Zhacheng over this matter is deadly!]
[Ren Zhacheng is even more excessive today than yesterday, becoming increasingly brazen. I can barely keep him at bay and don't dare to fall out with him at all.]
[Could it be, could it really be that I have to be Ren Zhacheng's girlfriend? So unwilling!]
[I've been so unlucky lately. Should I go to a temple to burn incense? Yesterday after work, because of Ren Zhacheng's threats, I was in a daze and almost got into a rear-end collision.]
[Wuwuwu, how can there be such a bad person as Ren Zhacheng? He Yiyi, you must not succumb to his vile power!!!]
...
Looking at He Yiyi's Future Diary, Ren Zhacheng's face was a mask of pure, unadulterated smugness. The fear radiating from her words was a drug, sending a jolt of power through his veins that made him tremble. He felt his chest swell, his entire being inflating with a sense of godlike control.
'Unwilling? What can unwillingness do?' he thought, his inner voice dripping with contempt. The diary's words confirmed everything. She was trapped. A cornered animal.
'Who told you, He Yiyi, that I found out about your embezzlement? You're mine now. A plaything in the palm of my hand.'
A wave of heady arrogance washed over him. He felt invincible, a master of fate.
'It seems I was still too timid today; He Yiyi doesn't dare to fall out with me at all! If I had known, I would have just gone for it directly; He Yiyi wouldn't have dared to say anything. I should have pinned her against the wall, felt her squirm.'
He let out a short, sharp laugh, the sound ugly and jarring in the silent restroom.
'But it's understandable, after all, it's only the first day I've had the Goddess Future Diary System, and I haven't gotten used to this identity of controlling the future. A god needs time to adjust to his divinity, hehe.'
His gaze drifted, unfocused, staring at the graffiti-covered stall door as grand visions danced in his mind. He saw himself not in this foul-smelling box, but on a throne.
'Let alone He Yiyi, in the future, even General Manager Ling, Ling Qingcheng, and all kinds of goddesses will be mine, Ren Zhacheng's! Ling Qingcheng, with her cold, untouchable beauty... I'll shatter that facade. I'll make her beg. Every goddess who ever looked down on me will crawl at my feet!'
The ambition in his heart, once a flickering ember, now roared into a consuming inferno. The diary was no longer just a tool; it was a divine decree, proof of his chosen status.
'Sooner or later, I, Ren Zhacheng, will become the King of the World, with three thousand goddesses!'
Ren Zhacheng was drowning in his self-satisfaction, his expression contorted with an arrogant, conceited belief in his own destiny. He Yiyi's Future Diary had completely ignited the ambition and desire in his heart! With the Goddess Future Diary System, he controlled the future! All goddesses were his!
Watching this spectacle from afar, Shen Anyu shook his head almost imperceptibly. Although he, Shen Anyu, was also a villain, he was a grand villain with style, a connoisseur of power and control. He found Ren Zhacheng utterly unappealing—a crude, pathetic creature whose dreams were as foul as the air in the bathroom he hid in.
Just as Ren Zhacheng, lost in his delusions, stood up to leave the stall, Shen Anyu's Divine Sense moved. It was a subtle, invisible manipulation of reality, a mere thread of his immense will. The floor beneath Ren Zhacheng's feet suddenly seemed to lose all friction. His feet slipped, his arms flailing wildly as his grandiose fantasy shattered in an instant. He let out a pathetic yelp and fell directly backward, headfirst, into the unflushed toilet bowl. The splash was sickening. In that same moment, Shen Anyu had already withdrawn his Six Senses Control, severing the connection and leaving the man to his disgusting fate.
[Ding! The Son of Destiny Ren Zhacheng's mentality exploded, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
[Ding! The Son of Destiny Ren Zhacheng was furious, plundering +9999 destiny value!]
...
Just as Ren Zhacheng was choking on filth and incandescent rage, Shen Anyu had already leisurely returned to Jinxiu Mountain Villa No. 1. He was enjoying a sumptuous lunch with Zhang Yaqian, Liu Ruyan, and Zhong Lingyin. The contrast was absolute: the pathetic villain wallowing in a toilet, the true villain dining in opulent luxury. Sunlight streamed through the floor-to-ceiling windows, illuminating the exquisitely prepared dishes and the beautiful women at his table.
Enjoying life was First Young Master Shen's daily routine.
The Hilton Hotel banquet at 8 PM, and the matter between Ling Qingcheng and Yanxia's Yu Clan's Yu Guanxiong, were not urgent. There was plenty of time.
Oh, and there was also the matter of He Yiyi almost getting into a rear-end collision after work; he could go there in advance. A predator always enjoyed watching the prey's struggles before the final pounce.
Shen Anyu's eyes flickered, and a faint, knowing smile played on his lips.
"Brother Shen, aren't Sister Bai Bing and Sister Wu Shenyun coming out to eat?" Zhang Yaqian's bright, beautiful eyes blinked, her question laced with innocent curiosity.
"Them? Ice Slave and Yun Slave are both competing, in secluded cultivation," Shen Anyu replied with a lazy smile, taking a sip of wine.
Bai Bing was stubbornly determined to surpass Wu Shenyun, and even more determined to grow stronger than Shen Anyu himself, to one day turn the tables and confine him.
Wu Shenyun shared the exact same ambition. The former Southern Border Goddess seethed with the desire to reclaim her dignity, to ride on Shen Anyu's head and step on him until he submitted.
These two proud, powerful women had been in seclusion for some time now, and Shen Anyu simply had their meals delivered. In a way, it was a peaceful arrangement. They couldn't stand the sight of each other. As peerless powerhouses, they weren't capable of the petty verbal sparring that Zhang Yaqian and Zhong Lingyin engaged in. Their language was violence, their arguments settled with overwhelming force.
But now, their force was utterly suppressed by Shen Anyu, so they could only retreat into cultivation, striving for a breakthrough, desperate for self-improvement.
'They don't abide by the duties of female slaves at all, hehe, when they come out of seclusion, I'll teach them a good lesson.'
Shen Anyu thought to himself with a flicker of amusement. Still, he did not stop them. Their becoming stronger was immensely beneficial to him, not least because of the system's investment rebate. Let them try. Let them cultivate day and night, fueled by hatred and ambition.
However, for those two women to turn the tables and become masters, the difficulty was astronomically high.
Soon, they would discover that Shen Anyu was an insurmountable mountain, a chasm they could never cross. And when their spirits finally broke against that unassailable peak, they would be beaten down to their knees once more, their submission all the sweeter for their futile struggle.
"Husband, is that Sister Wu Shenyun really a Land Immortal?" Zhong Lingyin's beautiful face was filled with intense curiosity, her voice a hushed whisper of awe.
Although she had only just begun her own cultivation journey, her time as a Sword Palace Disciple had ingrained in her a deep understanding of the cultivation world's hierarchy. She knew the shocking, world-shaking weight behind the title "Land Immortal." All of Yanxia had not seen a Land Immortal emerge for a hundred years. To find the last famous one, you had to trace history back five hundred years to the legendary Lord of the Sword Palace, Lin Xuanyan.
It was said that a Land Immortal might not be born even in a century, a proof of their rarity. They were true phoenixes among men, one in ten thousand, no, one in a billion.
"Yes, Yun Slave is a Land Immortal," Shen Anyu replied with a casual smile, as if confirming the weather. There was nothing to hide.
"What? A Land Immortal?" Liu Ruyan, who had been lazily leaning back in her chair, a picture of sultry grace after finishing her meal, suddenly shot upright. Her posture became ramrod straight, and her long, charming eyes, usually half-lidded with seductive allure, were now wide and perfectly round with shock.
"Sister Ruyan, you just arrived and don't know yet. Our Brother Shen has great abilities. He has taken a Land Immortal, the Southern Border Goddess Wu Shenyun, as his female slave," Zhong Lingyin said with a triumphant smile, a distinct hint of pride in her delicate brows.
Though a flicker of jealousy was always present when discussing Shen Anyu's other women, it was overshadowed by an immense sense of pride. Her man was so powerful, so unbelievably dominant, that he could make a living legend, a Land Immortal, his slave.
That was a Land Immortal! The pinnacle of mortal power!
"That's a Land Immortal!" Liu Ruyan also murmured, the words catching in her throat. She stared at Shen Anyu, her gaze a tempest of intense disbelief and profound shock. The man she was beginning to understand was far more terrifying than she could have ever imagined.
"Sister Ruyan, is a Land Immortal very powerful?" Zhang Yaqian, being a complete novice to the world of cultivation, blinked her big, innocent eyes and asked curiously.
"It's not a question of whether they're powerful or not, a Land Immortal—"
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