Dragonfly walked into the cramped crafts shop, turned around, slammed the door shut, extended its insect limbs, and laboriously yanked down the rolling shutter.
No player—or horror creature—would be able to see in through the glass anymore!
“Anyone irrelevant can get lost.”
Dragonfly pointed a limb at Chen Zhaoxing. “You stay.”
Yang Zhanbai immediately said, “I’ll pay to sit in. I want to learn the craft too.”
Xu Tongguang glanced at Yang Zhanbai, then chimed in without missing a beat: “We—the rest of us—want to sit in too. We can pay as well!”
Its massive compound eyes squinted sidelong at them. Dragonfly calculated for a few seconds before letting out a cold snort.
“Fine,” it said. “You can stay. Two bone coins each, and—”
Dragonfly’s compound eyes wrinkled—a clear sign of displeasure.
“—without my permission, no talking. Especially no questions.”
As long as these people didn’t ask questions, and it only discussed technique, it would be hard to fall into the kind of traps that sly Hunter had set.
It refused any form of interrogation—otherwise, it would get dragged into unnecessary conflicts!
That would be way too much torture for a lazy bum who just wanted to spectate from the stands.
Yang Zhanbai and Chen Zhaoxing exchanged a glance. Chen Zhaoxing made an OK gesture to the others.
Dragonfly curled its tail, covered in red spots, and sauntered lazily and unsteadily toward its recliner.
Chen Zhaoxing sidled up with a cheeky grin, about to speak, when a crisp phone ring shattered the silence.
Dragonfly froze mid-step.
Its already shapeless insect face crumpled, ripples squeezing through its compound eyes—clearly, it was extremely annoyed.
After a moment’s hesitation, it stomped heavily across the floor, making the boards creak under the strain.
So hard.
It finally had a vacation, and those big shots had to come disturb its sweet dreams!
But ignoring this damn phone wasn’t an option—
If something serious happened, it would get fined by Jubilant Paradise.
“Hello?” Dragonfly picked up the receiver with heavy resentment. “What is it?”
On the other end.
A teenager propped his legs up on the desk, lazily spinning a pen.
“Hello, this is Ji Xiting. I’m calling to ask about the Changing Menu and other matters.”
“The print shop should be fine, right?”
Dragonfly’s soft body stiffened visibly.
Here it comes, here it comes.
A call from the higher-ups. Time to put on an act!
Yang Zhanbai pursed his lips, keenly catching this subtle shift.
He started typing a message to Zhu Zeyu, but had barely input a few words when Dragonfly’s theatrical fake crying interrupted him.
“Ohh! Ohhh dear me!”
“You have no idea what I’ve been through!”
On the other end, the teenager stopped spinning his pen.
He stayed silent, one eyebrow raised in wait; sure enough, before long, Dragonfly’s wailing voice reached his ears.
“Boo-hoo-hoo, that Hunter came to my shop before.”
Dragonfly wept dramatically—snot and tears—right in front of Yang Zhanbai.
“For some reason, he had a very high-grade weapon.”
“He wounded me instantly!”
Surprise flickered across Yang Zhanbai’s eyes, and then his brows tightly knitted.
What did it mean by a “very high-grade weapon”…
What kind of high-grade weapon could wound Dragonfly?!
And Zhu Zeyu…
Yang Zhanbai stared at his half-written message, silently deleted the words, opened video recording, and aimed the lens at Dragonfly.
No. This—Zhu Zeyu had to know.
How high-level was Zhu Zeyu’s blade?
The Hunter’s weapon…
Could it cut that blade in half?
And recording video was the best way to catch every detail without missing anything.
Of course, for easy reading, Yang Zhanbai decided to send a simplified text version later.
Under the dim lamplight, beads of cold sweat glistened on Qi Yinming’s forehead.
“Over at Zeyu’s place, the Hunter still hasn’t shown up?” he asked in a low voice.
Yang Zhanbai shook his head. “No reply. Probably can’t respond.”
The Lazy Craftsman Shop, along with that print shop and the Kitchen—they were clearly not the same level of difficulty!
Dragonfly wept miserably: “You don’t understand—that Hunter knocked me out just to steal the Changing Menu.”
Its compound eyes darted around, trying to manufacture a plausible excuse.
If it said the Hunter had stolen the Changing Menu, it might get scolded for negligence.
Given this “Ji Xiting” person’s nature, the Kitchen upstairs was probably already a mess too—Dragonfly might even have to redo the Menu.
In that case, its vacation would be ruined.
If it said the Hunter hadn’t stolen the Menu, that wouldn’t work either.
Because that Hunter was too cunning—but his strength wasn’t enough to kill “Ji Xiting” outright.
If the Hunter swindled the key fragment but didn’t kill “Ji Xiting”…
Once “Ji Xiting” figured things out after leaving the dungeon, its lie would be exposed. That would be a very big problem!
What if that horror creature held a grudge!
Dragonfly’s limbs scraped at its head with a rustling sound. It stalled by wailing a few more times, “Awww, hmm-hmm-hmm,” before finally coming up with an excuse.
“Mr. Ji, I did my best! I protected the Changing Menu and already handed it over to the print shop, telling them to deliver it to the Head Chef as fast as possible.”
Yang Zhanbai perked up immediately.
Qi Yinming nudged him. They exchanged a knowing look, and Yang Zhanbai shook his head slightly.
No—the two accounts didn’t match up.
According to the information Zhu Zeyu had sent him earlier, the exact words were: “He got the Changing Menu.”
That “he”—wasn’t it the Hunter?
So why would Dragonfly say the Hunter didn’t get the Menu?
At the desk.
The teenager leaned forward with keen interest, letting out an expectant laugh.
“But?” he asked.
A second later, Dragonfly’s voice came through the receiver.
“But—but!” Dragonfly broke into loud sobs, forcing out tears that dripped pitifully from its compound eyes.
It was all fake.
Just thinking about how this phone call was eating into its vacation time made it grieve beyond control.
“That Hunter has a replication-type item. He copied my work and ran off with an identical Menu!”
In that moment, Yang Zhanbai understood instantly.
What Zhu Zeyu had seen in the Hunter’s hands—it must have been the copy.
Dragonfly listened closely for any reaction from the other end.
Hearing nothing from the teenager, it tactfully continued.
“Anyway, I’ve already sent the print shop to deliver the Changing Menu.”
“As for anything else—that’s none of my business!”
“I look fine, but I’m actually pretty badly injured. Right now, I can’t move fast, can’t fly, can’t do any handiwork—my stats have dropped by half.”
Dragonfly let out a long sigh. "The Hunter is cunning. I hope you fare well!"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
+ Slow Paced + Main Character Thrives Together with His Disciples】 Transmigrated into a cultivation world, Chu Xingchen awakens a discipleship system that reveals the tags of his disciples! Starting from scratch, he builds the strongest sect. Disciple One: Li Yingling 【Gold Tag: Genius Cultivator】【Purple Tag: Extremely Lucky】【Blue Tag: Bewitchingly Beautiful】 Disciple Two: Li Hangtian 【Gold Tag: Reincarnated】【Purple Tag: Ruthless and Decisive】【Blue Tag: Loyal and Noble】 Disciple Three: ??? 【Orange Tag: Alluring Demoness】【???】【???】 Thus, in the cultivation world, an unremarkable little sect appears out of nowhere, but little do others know that each member of this sect is a powerhouse in their own right. The book is also known as: Cultivation? It's Exactly Like This!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
