The Abusive Novel System Pleads with Me to Resign-Chapter 57

Yu Ting couldn't logically comprehend her words, yet his intuition had already begun to stir restlessly.

It felt like the prelude to something unprecedented, an inexplicable palpitation and tremor.

His mouth went dry as he asked, "What do you mean? What do you mean by 'deciding someone's fate with a wave of your hand'?"

Shen Ying replied, "How about killing someone?"

Yu Ting's pupils constricted sharply, but then Shen Ying chuckled, "Just kidding. We're law-abiding citizens, after all."

"Let's say... making those who deserve it taste heaven's retribution a little sooner."

Yu Ting fell silent for a few breaths, convinced she was just messing with him with some supernatural nonsense.

Yet, against his better judgment, he found himself asking, "How?"

Shen Ying glanced toward two girls who had just taken their seats at an outdoor table and said to Yu Ting, "Go order a drink at the counter now."

The two girls had clearly just come from shopping. One, a striking beauty in a red dress, had flawless makeup and a stunning figure, drawing all the attention. The other, in a green top and jeans, was far more ordinary-looking. After settling in, the latter got up to order inside the café.

Shen Ying watched as Yu Ting removed his sunglasses at the counter and exchanged a few words with the girl in green.

Even with only half his face visible, the allure of a top-tier male celebrity—unmatched in the entertainment industry—was undeniable.

The girl was instantly dazzled, leaving in a daze with the coffee he had bought her.

Yu Ting returned and sat back down across from Shen Ying. "Done. What now?"

Shen Ying said, "Now we wait for that coffee to work its magic."

Yu Ting scoffed, "Are you joking?"

Without answering, Shen Ying motioned for him to look outside.

The girl in green had returned to her seat, eagerly sharing her encounter with the handsome stranger who had treated her.

The red-dressed beauty initially looked dismissive—until the girl pointed out Yu Ting, now seated by the window.

Beaming, the girl in green waved at him from afar. The red-dressed girl followed her gaze, stunned to see a masked hottie.

Then Yu Ting raised his coffee cup toward the girl in green, confirming her story.

The girl in green gushed, "See? I wasn’t lying!"

"And don’t you think his eyes and voice are just like my Yu Ting’s? If his studio hadn’t just posted pics of him filming this morning, I’d swear it was really him."

The red-dressed girl barely registered her friend’s words, too fixated on the gorgeous man behind the glass.

She shifted closer to the girl in green and waved gracefully at Yu Ting.

Yu Ting had only acknowledged the girl in green out of courtesy—he’d approached her first, after all. But he had zero interest in the other girl and ignored her completely.

The red-dressed beauty stiffened, shooting a disbelieving look at her still-giddy friend.

This was a first—a man showering her plain companion with warmth while brushing her off.

Had her makeup smudged? She hastily pulled out a mirror.

Just then, the clouds shifted, and sunlight glinted sharply off her mirror.

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The glare blinded a passing delivery rider, causing him to swerve—right into a celebrity standee outside a phone store.

The standee toppled with a crash, its gust of wind flipping up the skirt of a luxury-clad, plus-sized woman walking by.

"Ah!" she shrieked, immediately scanning the area—and locking eyes with the very man Shen Ying and Yu Ting had been discussing earlier.

The man, a shameless lech, had naturally been staring.

There was something uniquely vile about his gaze—slimy, predatory, dripping with entitlement, utterly dismissive of the woman’s fury. It was nothing short of a provocation.

The woman exploded. "What the hell are you looking at, you perverted—"

Through the window, Yu Ting watched the argument erupt, his casual demeanor vanishing.

He turned to Shen Ying, stunned. "Don’t tell me you orchestrated this."

Shen Ying smiled. "How could I? This was all your doing."

"I just happened to know how key players would react and how events would unfold."

Yu Ting demanded, "How?"

Shen Ying said, "Take the red-dressed girl and her mirror. Remember the logic behind birth chart analysis?"

"Her fate chart shows a Greedy Wolf star in the Life Palace, paired with the Literary Star, while her Friendship Palace has a Transforming Machine star bringing misfortune and a Transforming Moon star bringing fame."

"People like her are vain, selfish, and manipulative. They see friends as mere accessories, tools for flattery and ego boosts."

"Then look at their shopping bags—they’ve been out all day. Yet her makeup’s still perfect. She’s clearly the type to constantly check her reflection."

"People like this, upon realizing that their 'foil' has caught favor while they themselves are ignored, will instinctively check their 'weapon'—their beauty."

"Now, let’s talk about another key figure—the woman decked out in designer brands."

"With the 'Life Palace' afflicted by Lianzhen's transformation into a taboo, combined with the influence of Qiangyang and Mars, she’s practically a ticking emotional bomb. The 'Migration Palace' blessed by Tianliang’s transformation into prosperity means she’ll absolutely refuse to back down once she claims the moral high ground—especially since the murderer’s aura and gaze were impossible to ignore."

"And so, they clashed."

Yu Ting was stunned. He’d originally thought this guy was just playing the charlatan to mess with him.

But the scene unfolding before his eyes made it impossible to deny—this guy really could manipulate people like puppets on strings.

Yu Ting then asked, "If it’s just an argument, it shouldn’t have much impact, right?"

Shen Ying smiled, exuding absolute confidence. "You think the designer-clad woman’s combat prowess is just for show?"

"The reason I picked her is because she has a decisive advantage."

Yu Ting pondered the deeper meaning behind those words. Could similar tactics be applied to different targets with different methods?

His curiosity about what made the heavyset woman Shen Ying’s choice was soon answered.

Because the woman was already in a physical altercation with the man. Her shrill voice and surprising strength made her a formidable opponent, and nearby patrol officers had already taken notice.

Spotting the man’s watch, she grabbed at it and screeched, "Oh, wearing a Rolex, huh? This model costs at least seventy or eighty grand. No way a lowlife like you can afford it—must’ve stolen it, right?"

"Officers! Officers! There’s a thief here! Check his ID—this watch, and that gold chain, definitely stolen!"

The man’s expression darkened instantly. Seeing the police approaching, he slapped the woman to the ground and bolted.

Yu Ting suddenly understood. "An obsessive fascination with luxury brands, right?"

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While knockoff markets thrive, most people buy them casually, not even caring if others spot the fakes.

But this woman was different. Every piece she wore was a high-quality replica, meticulously chosen.

Such attention to detail spoke volumes about her vanity and obsession with luxury.

Someone like her could spot classic designer items at a glance, even if she wasn’t an expert on every brand.

Yu Ting’s eyes gleamed. "Every Rolex has a unique serial number traceable to the buyer. If this watch really came from a crime scene, it’d be listed in the murder case’s stolen items record."

"So he absolutely couldn’t let it be checked."

Clearly, the man knew this well—hence his violent escape despite causing a scene.

As he resorted to force, the police sped up, and the man ran even faster.

Though the sequence felt drawn out, only minutes had passed since Yu Ting bought the coffee.

The red-dressed beauty, unwilling to be ignored, decided to make her move.

After ensuring her makeup was flawless, she rose gracefully—only to collide with the fleeing man the moment she stepped away.

His watch tangled in her thick, wavy hair.

"Ah—! That hurts! Let go! It hurts—!"

The man’s face twisted as he yanked at her hair, ignoring her cries, desperate to break free.

But her locks were too dense. Seeing the mess worsen, he pulled out a hidden razor blade, intending to slice through the strands.

Meanwhile, the green-clad girl, witnessing her friend’s distress and the man’s brutality, charged forward in fury—

"What the hell’s wrong with you? Let go!"

The blade, meant for the hair, slashed the man’s own wrist instead. Blood sprayed instantly.

The crimson flow dripped down the red-dressed beauty’s face, a horrifying sight that sent onlookers into panic.

"Blood! He’s killing someone!" someone shrieked, the girls’ screams amplifying the chaos like a public assault.

The patrol officers, now in high alert, sprinted toward them while radioing for backup.

Realizing the stakes, the man abandoned the watch, freeing the woman.

She wiped her face, smearing blood, then glared at the man now several steps away.

Blind with rage, she grabbed the nearest coffee—the one Yu Ting had bought for the green-clad girl—and hurled it.

Her aim was off, but the liquid splashed across the pavement, turning it slick.

That stretch of sidewalk had long been notorious for its slippery surface during rain, yet nothing had been done.

The man’s feet skidded wildly, sending him crashing into a flowerbed’s edge.

Dazed, he staggered up—just as a dark figure plummeted from above.

Thud!

Like a watermelon bursting open, the next moment revealed two mangled, blood-soaked corpses on the ground.

One was the man’s.

The other had jumped from the rooftop.

This building was a renowned financial tower, and with the poor market this year, it was likely another case of someone drowning in debt and seeing no way out.

In the blink of an eye, no one could have predicted the commotion would end this way.

The police had already arrived on the scene and began dispersing the surrounding crowd.

Shen Ying stood up and walked over to the woman in the red dress. While the other was still stunned, she reached up and removed the watch from her head.

Then, she handed it to the officer who hadn’t been able to find any identification on the man.

"This fell off the man when he was fleeing. You can trace the serial number to confirm his identity."

With the watch in the hands of the police, the truth behind this crime would surely come to light.

As Shen Ying turned around, Yu Ting was already following her.

He trailed after her like a ghost, barely tethered to reality.

Then, Shen Ying spoke: "So? Did you get a taste of the Demon Lord’s absolute power?"

A jolt of electricity shot up Yu Ting’s spine, surging straight to his core before radiating through every nerve.

His face flushed, as if he’d been thrust into an incomprehensible realm of pleasure he’d never known before.

The blush on his cheeks carried an unmistakable hint of… arousal.