"You're saying I've been chosen? That I need to go change some unreasonable worlds?" Fang Zhiyi pointed at his own face, his gaze fixed intently on the writhing, indistinct creature before him.
"Correct. Please prepare yourself, Host. We will now begin the first mission," the pitch-black mass rasped in a hoarse voice.
"Hey, hey—wait! What do you mean ‘begin’? I haven’t even started writing today’s chapter yet—you—!" Fang Zhiyi’s vision went dark.
"Host, please note: Your initial score is five points. If you fail to complete the mission, five points will be deducted. When your score reaches zero, you will die and become nourishment for the Overgod."
"What kind of tyrannical clause is that?!"
"General! A letter from home!" A soldier clad in armor rushed in.
Before Fang Zhiyi could regain his bearings, a sharp pain shot through his mind, followed by a flood of memories.
Fang Zhiyi, the Northern Garrison General of the Xia Kingdom. His father had fought for the kingdom for many years, earning the title of Duke of Dingyuan from the emperor. As his father grew older, Fang Zhiyi took up the mantle, succeeding him as general—capable in both skill and appearance.
But the ensuing plot was utterly bewildering.
The Fang family commanded hundreds of thousands of border troops, constantly guarding against the barbarian tribes beyond the frontier. As a result, Fang Zhiyi could only return home once or twice in three years. With the emperor’s health deteriorating, the princes began vying for the throne—and it was then that Liu Guxia appeared.
She was the youngest daughter of the Minister of War. After nearly drowning and surviving a severe illness, her temperament changed drastically. Not only did she frequently disguise herself as a man to roam outside, she even opened a shop in the marketplace. During one of his rare visits home, Fang Zhiyi encountered her on the street and was instantly captivated. A girl with such a bold, unyielding personality was a rare sight.
For many days afterward, Fang Zhiyi acted as if possessed, seeking out Liu Guxia daily. They discussed everything from poetry to philosophy, and her unconventional perspectives left him deeply impressed.
His father urged him to return to the northern border—the capital was in turmoil, with the princes rallying factions. The Fang family had no desire to take sides, so retreating north was the safest option.
Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to leave, Liu Guxia came to him, declaring outright that the Second Prince would surely seize the throne and urging Fang Zhiyi to support him. Fang Zhiyi refused—choosing sides was dangerous, and his father had always warned against involving the family in political struggles.
Liu Guxia lectured him on grand ideals—"equality for all," "eternal legacy"—but Fang Zhiyi barely registered her words, too distracted by how endearing she looked with her hands on her hips.
Though he didn’t agree, just as he was about to cross into the northern territories, Liu Guxia appeared again—still disguised as a man. Fang Zhiyi was stunned; it was incredibly dangerous for a woman to travel so far alone.
That night, Liu Guxia brought wine and chatted with him, subtly praising the Second Prince as a wise ruler. Drunk, she even threw herself onto Fang Zhiyi, forcing him to hold her through the night.
The next morning, he arranged for her safe return to the capital.
Two months later, a letter arrived from Liu Guxia—a love confession, declaring that she could think of nothing but him since their parting. Unaccustomed to such bold affection, Fang Zhiyi was utterly smitten. He pledged his full support for her endeavors and promised to propose upon his next return.
With the Fang family’s backing, the Second Prince swiftly consolidated power. When the old emperor died, he ascended the throne. Fang Zhiyi returned to the capital, but Liu Guxia insisted they delay their marriage out of respect for the late emperor. Fang Zhiyi admired her propriety, growing even fonder of her.
Back in the north, he received word of his father’s death—along with rumors of his own alleged treason, which the new emperor suppressed. Liu Guxia wrote again, asking him to stay in the capital to be closer to her.
Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyi decided to return—to mourn his father, voluntarily surrender his military authority, and seek the emperor’s blessing for their marriage.
But upon arriving, he discovered his father’s death was suspicious. Investigation revealed poison—administered by his father’s concubine, though the evidence had been destroyed. The concubine’s family had close ties to the new emperor, leaving Fang Zhiyi powerless.
Surrendering his military command went smoothly, and the emperor granted him a new post—but then he saw Liu Guxia nestled in the emperor’s arms. His world shattered.
From then on, Fang Zhiyi resolved to become a power-hungry minister. He schemed, formed factions, and orchestrated the execution of his father’s murderers. But when he turned his vengeance toward the emperor for stealing his beloved, he realized his every move had been manipulated—the emperor had used him to eliminate dissenters.
Feeling utterly played, Fang Zhiyi prepared for a final, desperate strike—until Liu Guxia stopped him.
"Next life, I’ll marry you. This life… can you just be my brother?" Liu Guxia pleaded, her hands resting on her seven-month pregnant belly.
His heart softened. The emperor promised leniency if he stood down, so Fang Zhiyi left in despair—only for the emperor to betray him, leaking his whereabouts to his enemies. He died in obscurity.
"Ridiculous!" Fang Zhiyi slammed the table after absorbing the memories, startling the soldier before him.
"Leave the letter and go." The soldier obeyed hastily.
"What kind of joke is this? What kind of tool was this guy? System—hey! That woman was a transmigrator, wasn’t she?"
The twisted creature materialized slowly. "Yes."
"So what do I do now?"
"Host, your task is to guide this character toward a better ending. The original soul regrets abandoning revenge and failing to detect the emperor’s spies. Given another chance, he would overthrow the emperor and claim the throne."
"Got it. Dismissed."
The creature hesitated before vanishing.
Fang Zhiyi opened the letter—confirming his father’s death.
"Dammit, I’m too late. That bastard Second Prince is already emperor." He paced, hands behind his back. "And now rumors of my treason? That’s the emperor’s doing—forcing me to return and surrender my army."
"Wait—the army!" He snapped his fingers. "Men!"
Two soldiers entered. "General."
"How many troops do we have?"
Puzzled but obedient, they answered, "Over half a million infantry and cavalry, sir."
The twisted creature reappeared. "Host… what are you planning?" The soldiers seemed oblivious to its presence.
"Summon all the military commanders for me!" The two personal guards were somewhat puzzled but still turned and left.
"What can I do? There are people in the court slandering me." Fang Zhiyi slumped into a chair.
"So?" The system seemed confused.
"I need to clear my name!"
The system appeared to understand: "If you want to clear your name, I can provide 24-hour surveillance on key figures for just one credit. I can also warn you in advance about who plans to move against you, so you can prepare—also one credit."
Fang Zhiyi stared at it. "Too expensive. No thanks."
"Host, are you planning to rely on wit alone to navigate court intrigue? That’s extremely difficult."
"I have hundreds of thousands of troops at my command. Why would I bother with petty scheming?" Fang Zhiyi spread his hands.
The system paused. "Host… are you planning to march your army into the capital?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "A loyal general like me, and yet someone dares to spread lies about me? What does that mean? It means there are traitors in the court! We must purge the evil around the emperor—it’s necessary!"
"Host, please calm down. The original owner of this body was a man of principle and sentiment..."
"Exactly! I am principled and sentimental! And I have half a million soldiers under my command—meaning over half a million families depend on me! Isn’t that proof enough of my virtue?"
The system whirred rapidly as it processed this.
"Host, your actions seem to be confirming the rumors as true."
"Nonsense! Just wait until I enter the capital—then see if those rumors hold up!"
"Host, please think rationally. Your beloved and your family are still in the capital."
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. "Ah, right! You mean that transmigrated woman who tricked the original host into being her pawn? And those who plotted against my father?"
The system fell completely silent. This person’s actions were nothing like what it had anticipated! According to the usual plot, he should return to the capital, gather strength, forge alliances, and then overthrow the current emperor in one decisive move!
"Enough chatter. Focus on completing the mission."
"Host..."
"Dismissed! Dismissed!"
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
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!"
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.”
