Confronted by his daughter's sudden rebellion, He Huiqing kept complaining. Fang Shaohua, unable to take it anymore, went straight out to find some card-playing buddies. Fang Zhiyi had no idea what to do either. He Huiqing grumbled until dark, then, as if something had struck her, said she was going to find a feng shui master to check if the family's home had bad energy—and off she went.
Her leaving led to trouble.
An acquaintance introduced her to a "master." Who knows how the guy spun his story, but when Fang Zhiyi saw He Huiqing again, she seemed like a different person—no longer downcast, but beaming, muttering words like "spiritual purification."
Fang Zhiyi had a bad feeling. Then his mother mysteriously brought home a framed photo and started worshiping it devoutly every day. He peeked once: it was a picture of a bald man. He couldn't figure out why his mother was kneeling to this person. But when he asked, she slapped him. His usually gentle mother dragged him into the room and made him kneel before the photo to apologize.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to tell his father. But he never expected that his dad, furious, would storm off to find this man who had "seduced" his wife. After disappearing for a few days, his gambling-addicted father came back with the same eerie calmness—just like his mother.
The two had been thoroughly brainwashed. They'd bought into the "big family that purifies the soul" nonsense. From then on, they rarely came home, neglected their three children, and even donated most of their life savings.
Fang's parents tried to drag their kids into this "purifying" cult as well. But before they could convince them, Fang Zhiyan got into a brawl that led to a death. He hadn't laid a hand on the victim, but his accomplice claimed he was the ringleader. He was caught on the spot.
Meanwhile, Fang Xiaoxiao gave birth to a child, but the thug she'd been with had already hooked up with other women and didn't care about her at all. When she confronted him, he beat her black and blue, locked her in their rented room, and wouldn't let her go home.
As for Fang Zhiyi—though he was a bit of a people-pleaser and always listened to his parents—he knew the cult his folks had joined was no good. But when he tried to warn them, they beat him.
After failing to recruit any of the three kids, Fang Zhiyi’s parents kicked him out. They sold the house and took the money back to their so-called "big family." They never returned.
Fang Zhiyi was devastated. He tried asking relatives for help, but they all turned him away.
Desperate, he reached out to Yin Tingting. After hearing about his situation, she was shocked at first, then patted her chest and promised to help.
Her idea of help? Setting him up with a chance to make money.
Yin Tingting introduced him to a friend who wanted to teach him how to play card games on a phone. At first, Fang Zhiyi didn't want to—he'd seen how his father gambled all day. But seeing others rake in money every day tempted him.
He needed cash—to help his sister, his brother, and to find his parents.
So he started playing. A few small wins pulled him in. Then he started losing. When he had no money left, he asked the guy for a loan. The guy wouldn't lend to him directly, but pointed him toward another way to borrow.
Fang Zhiyi took that money and lost it all.
The thought of debt collectors coming after him terrified him.
The friend, showing reluctance, offered one solution: flee the country.
"Go abroad?"
"Yeah, I've got connections. If it weren't for Tingting's sake, I wouldn't bother calling in a favor."
Thinking about his situation, Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth and agreed.
That decision sealed his doom.
He didn't know that not only had he sold his credit, but someone had already placed an order for his organs.
"...What kind of hell-mode difficulty is this?" Fang Zhiyi was speechless. He'd originally thought the original Fang Zhiyi was a bit naive, but now it seemed that, among the whole family, the original guy was the only one who'd started off halfway normal!
"I thought you'd be happy getting a namesake!" Little Hei shouted. "At least the original one was thrilled. After seeing his whole life play out, he absolutely refused to go through it again."
With that, Little Hei spat out a soul from its mouth. The guy grinned awkwardly at Fang Zhiyi.
"..."
Fang Zhiyi's heart ached.
A thunderous slap on the table snapped him back. He turned.
"Did you hear me talking to you? Got no respect for your elders? No manners? Trying to cut ties with the whole family?" The drunk was Fang Zhiyi's uncle.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow. At first, he'd thought this guy was a creditor.
"You talk!" the drunk glared.
Fang Zhiyi cleared his throat. "Stand up!"
The drunk blinked in surprise. His wife and kid—both glued to their phones—also looked up.
"Think you're something special? Get drunk and crash my place to cause trouble? Who do you think you are? Just because you're older means you're above others? Look at yourself—do you act like an elder at all?"
The drunk's face turned purple. "How dare you talk to me like that!" His voice was so loud Fang Zhiyi's ears rang.
"That's exactly how I talk! Look at your sorry ass! You come to my place, eat my food, drink my booze, and then start cussing me out? If you can handle your liquor, fine. If not, get the hell back to your own place and rant!" Fang Zhiyi's voice was just as loud.
"Bro..."
"Zhiyi! How can you talk to your uncle like that?"
The glued-to-their-phones duo spoke up at the same time.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. "Oh, so you're not deaf? I thought you were. When this clown of yours slammed the table and screamed bloody murder, you two played blind, right?"
"Fine! Fine! Fang Zhiyi! Are you cutting ties with the whole family or not?" the drunk roared.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Stop yelling. Can't form a sentence without screaming? I haven't eaten your food, drunk your booze, or asked you for money. What makes you think you can come to my house and curse at me? Cut ties? Fine—but first, tell your son to pay me back what he owes!"
"You—you said it! We're done?"
"That's right, I said it." Fang Zhiyi felt nothing inside. "Pay back your son's debt first. Then get out. Otherwise, I'll smash this bottle over your head."
"You wouldn't dare!"
Fang Zhiyi crossed his arms. "Wanna try?"
"Zhiyi, you know your uncle—he's just drunk and talking nonsense. Don't..."
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
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!
