Watching the strange glow flickering inside Little Hei, Fang Zhiyi couldn't help himself: "What exactly is going on with you..."
Before he could finish, Little Hei suddenly swept him into a tunnel.
Fang Zhiyi, groggy as he woke up, had barely said a word when he saw Little Hei curled into a ball, trembling slightly. Before he could speak again, a knock came at the door. Fang Zhiyi looked around; he was now inside a room. He turned his gaze to Little Hei, who was still balled up, a weird glow flashing across its surface like an electric current.
The knock came again.
Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to go answer the door.
The moment he opened it, a wave of alcohol hit him.
At the doorway stood a drunken man with a frown and a thunderous voice: "Took you long enough to open the door! Is this how your family treats guests? No manners at all!"
Fang Zhiyi stood there, stunned. The man barged straight in, followed by a woman and a young man—looked like a family of three.
The man seemed very familiar with the place. He walked over to the dining table, sat down, grabbed a nearby bottle, and poured himself a drink.
"Noodles should be mixed with No. 42 concrete. The length of this screw can easily affect the performance of the excavator, don’t you think?"
Fang Zhiyi came to his senses, thinking, This guy must be insane.
He noticed that the woman and the young man who came with the drunk had sat down on the living room sofa and pulled out their phones, playing with them.
Suddenly, the drunken man slammed the table with a dull thud: "I’m talking to you, and you’re looking around? You look down on me, don’t you?"
Fang Zhiyi was startled.
The drunk chuckled bitterly to himself: "If you don’t welcome me, just say so." He suddenly started roaring at the top of his lungs, loud enough that the entire building could probably hear him: "Fang Shaohua! I’m at your house! Why are you hiding?"
But after he yelled, there was no sound from inside the house.
Fang Zhiyi walked toward the bedroom, looked around, and saw no one else in the house.
"Uh, there’s no one home."
The drunk sneered again: "Fine. So you knew I was coming, right? I come here and they’re all gone. Great. This is how you treat your own relatives, huh?" He took another big gulp of wine, his face full of resentment.
Fang Zhiyi had no idea what was going on. He just frowned, guessing that the original owner of this body must owe this drunk a lot of money.
"Why didn’t you open the door sooner? Have you no respect for your elders?" The man berated Fang Zhiyi as he drank, while the two people he brought remained calm, staring at their phones.
Suddenly, images flashed in Fang Zhiyi’s mind. He turned in surprise and saw that Little Hei had returned to normal and was blinking at him: "Didn’t think it’d take some effort to fully absorb that system. There are some good things in it..." Little Hei grinned. "Here’s a surprise."
"What surprise..." Before Fang Zhiyi could finish his question, the story began.
The original character was also named Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at Little Hei. This was the surprise?
Little Hei shrugged, looking proud.
Since childhood, Fang Zhiyi’s parents had taught him to share and give in. So no matter how much he liked something, he had to let other relatives' kids have it. His dad’s new toy would be broken by a relative’s kid before he even got a chance to play with it. When Fang Zhiyi told his dad, the dad would comfort the kid who broke it and say Fang Zhiyi was being too petty.
From then on, Fang Zhiyi became a bit withdrawn, but the habits he’d formed were hard to break.
When a classmate borrowed money, Fang Zhiyi lent out all his saved allowance. The classmate refused to pay it back. When Fang Zhiyi plucked up the courage to ask, the classmate’s mother scolded him, saying, "So young and already money-grubbing." Though the money was returned, the classmate stopped interacting with him and gossiped behind his back, calling him stingy. This left Fang Zhiyi with very few friends.
During this time, he met a good friend named Yin Tingting.
Yin Tingting said he was a good person and comforted him, saying good people are sure to get good karma. Their relationship grew close—not romantically, but simply as very good friends.
Desperate for friendship, Fang Zhiyi worked even harder to do good deeds to maintain his image in Yin Tingting’s eyes.
For example, he helped an old man who had fallen. Though the old man thanked him profusely at the time, he later showed up at Fang Zhiyi’s house demanding compensation. Fang Zhiyi said Yin Tingting could testify, but when she was found, she was too afraid to speak. In the end, his family had to pay the money.
Even so, when Yin Tingting apologized the next day, Fang Zhiyi forgave her, thinking she was just a girl and afraid.
He never realized that Yin Tingting just thought he was naive and easy to manipulate; she was toying with him while taking advantage of him. Fang Zhiyi cherished their friendship dearly.
In short, Fang Zhiyi was a complete pushover, and a very unlucky one at that.
"This doesn’t seem so hard..." Fang Zhiyi muttered, pursing his lips.
The drunk next to him kept yelling, his voice shaking the walls. Fang Zhiyi frowned and took a deep breath to stop himself from hitting someone.
Little Hei smiled, but there was a hint of guilt in its grin. It also ignored the still-carousing relative.
"It’s not over yet."
The story continued.
Though Fang Zhiyi was a good-natured fool, he was the most normal one in his family.
His younger brother, Fang Zhiyan, had dropped out of school young. He never came home, just hung out with other street kids. With bleached yellow hair and a foul mouth, he once wanted to get some "artistic" tattoos, but it didn’t happen because the family gave him no money.
Fang Zhiyi also had a younger sister. As a child, she was shy and often bullied. When she grew up, she got tangled up with a thug and started seeing him in secret. Fang Zhiyi knew about it, but his sister begged him to keep it quiet. Fang Zhiyi tried to persuade her to focus on her studies. She retorted that he hadn’t achieved anything himself. Frustrated, Fang Zhiyi told their parents.
The result was a huge fight between his quiet sister and their parents, and she ran away from home.
As for their parents, they were two oddballs. Fang Zhiyi’s father, Fang Shaohua, loved gambling. He often stayed out all night and eventually lost his job because of it.
His mother, He Huiqing, was perpetually gloomy, forever complaining about her life. She used guilt-tripping to manipulate her children, but the real pressure fell only on Fang Zhiyi and Fang Xiaoxiao.
As for the rest of the relatives, they were always scheming against each other, only interested in taking advantage and showing off. When real trouble came, they’d do nothing but wait to laugh at the family’s misfortune.
nd fell into a coma while saving his younger sister from an out-of-control car. He became a vegetable. No one knew that his consciousness had crossed into a world of cultivation. Over the course of sixty years, he began as the lowest kind of mine slave, struggling to survive amid mountains of corpses and seas of blood. By sheer chance, he eventually obtained the complete memories of a fallen Immortal King. Alchemy, medicine, formations, feng shui, physiognomy, artifact forging… Every great inheritance of the cultivation world was now his. But when he opened his eyes again, he discovered that ten full years had passed in the modern world. To pay for his treatment, his father had sold the family’s shop and house, leaving himself covered in lasting injuries and illness. His mother had cared for him day and night, and more than half of her hair had already turned white. His younger sister, who had been only fifteen back then, was now twenty-five. To help repay the family’s debts, she had been forced to lower her head and put on a smiling face in places of glittering lights and endless revelry. Only then did Chen Xuan understand that what he had lost was not merely ten years. He had lost the life his entire family was meant to have. The good news was that he had brought back the memories of an Immortal King’s entire lifetime. The bad news was that his soul had returned alone—his cultivation had not come with him. Spiritual energy was scarce, resources were depleted, and the modern world still had firearms, surveillance, capital, and laws. If he wanted to protect his family, break free from everyone’s control, and become truly invincible beneath the heavens, he would have to start all over again.
d intelligence to keep the plot moving, and sometimes even the protagonists are forced into absurdly dumb decisions. Why does the A-list celebrity heroine in urban romance novels ditch the top-tier movie star and become a lovestruck fool for a pockmarked male lead? Why do the leads in historical tragedy novels keep dancing between love and death, only for the blind healer to end up suffering the most? And Gu Wei never expected that after finally landing a villain role to stir up trouble, she’d pick the wrong gender! No choice now—she’ll just have to crush the protagonists as a girl!
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?"
s the Eldest Princess, renowned for her cold and aloof detachment, became the most docile of lambs, obeying his every command without question. But when the final move was played on the chessboard, as Gu Chenghan seized everything and ascended on the verge of apotheosis, that very Princess suddenly embraced him from behind, her tone carrying a dependence never heard before: "Wait... you haven't yet... commanded me to love you forever." Gu Chenghan froze abruptly. She... hadn't been hypnotized?! ... [The Eldest Princess's Diary] [When my soul was extracted, becoming the sole spectator outside my own shell] [At first, there was overwhelming fury, until I saw] [How he used my sword to effortlessly shatter my inescapable doom] [How he wielded my authority to eradicate fatal conspiracies I had never even detected] [Like a deity, he rescued me from the deep mire I was trapped in] [If not for those annoying vixens, he and I would be a match made in heaven] [I think I am ill, gravely ill] [My deity should belong to me alone] ... "Hypnosis? Oh, it succeeded, my dear Master." "Only this time, it's my turn to hypnotize you."
