Fang Zhiyan had been feeling pretty down lately. He was getting along fine, had made quite a few friends on the street, but something strange had been happening for the past few days.
What was so strange? Well, whenever someone walked up to him, they’d look him over, raise a hand, and slap him across the face—hard enough to leave him disoriented. The slapper would then walk off without a word. He wanted to get revenge, but he was too much of a coward to try.
It didn’t stop there. He got slapped in the pool hall, slapped at the internet café, and even lying in his hotel room, someone would barge in just to slap him. These people never said anything, never hit him more than once—just a single slap, and that was it.
He used to have friends who could help him get back at them, but even his so-called “friends” would suddenly raise a hand and slap him just the same.
Fang Zhiyan was totally baffled.
How was he supposed to survive out here?
Why was everyone hitting him? Now whenever he walked down the street, he instinctively covered his face at the sight of anyone.
Because he got smacked around all day, he’d lost all his street cred in the circle—nobody wanted to hang out with him. But when it came to slapping him, they were all eager, like they were getting paid for it.
And they were.
After a few days of this inexplicable abuse, Fang Zhiyan couldn’t take it anymore. He thought it over and chose to go home.
But the moment he walked in, he ran straight into his hot-tempered mother. It took only a few words to understand the situation: even his honest, well-behaved older brother had run away from home, and now Fang Zhiyan had come back just in time to take his place as the family punching bag—verbally, at least.
Fang Zhiyan wasn’t having any of it. He secretly pocketed some cash and ran off again.
On his way, he passed the mahjong parlor and spotted his old man. But his dad looked grim, like he’d just lost a lot of money.
Fang Shaohua really wasn’t having a good run either. He’d been losing money every day recently, no matter where he played.
He blamed bad luck and even went to see a fortune master to change his fate. But after that, he lost even harder. With his mind consumed by gambling, he didn’t notice the eerie looks exchanged among the three players at his table.
Outside the apartment complex, Fang Xiaoxiao hesitated and shook her head in response to her boyfriend’s invitation. Her thuggish boyfriend got a little annoyed, but after a moment’s thought, he put on a sympathetic face. “It’s fine. Go home. As long as we love each other... you know? That’s what matters.”
Fang Xiaoxiao felt a pang of guilt. She had turned him down many times before, but this time it was because her older brother had run off, her younger brother hadn’t come home, and her mother kept complaining about how hard her life was. Fang Xiaoxiao couldn’t bear to add to her mother’s worries.
Neither of them noticed the man who had been watching them from across the street. He stared until they parted ways, then turned and walked off.
With the money he’d taken, Fang Zhiyan made up his mind: this time, he would change his fate! So he begged and scraped together a bunch of big shots from his circle, inviting them to a banquet.
At the dinner table, there was one unfamiliar face—a man sitting silently. The other guys seemed to know him, so Fang Zhiyan didn’t question it. He just wanted to find his place again.
“Gentlemen, if I’ve ever crossed any of you before, I’d like to take this chance to apologize!” Fang Zhiyan said, raising his glass and downing it in one gulp.
But something unexpected happened.
One of the big shots suddenly exploded. “Apologize? If you want to apologize, start by memorizing this text!”
Fang Zhiyan had imagined many scenarios, but never once did he think that a tough guy covered in tattoos would bring a tattered old Chinese textbook to dinner.
“And help me finish my little cousin’s exam paper! Or I’ll still beat you up!” another guy jumped up.
Fang Zhiyan was completely stunned.
Since when did being a gangster require doing homework?
He looked for help to the former big shot he used to follow. The man stood up and coughed. “Quiet down, everyone. Zhiyan is with me. Let me say something fair.”
Fang Zhiyan felt a glimmer of gratitude.
“We go out to fight. Given that...” The big shot couldn’t remember the rest, so he just pulled a crumpled paper from his pocket. “Given that a stick hits an arm at 6 meters per second, with a contact time of 0.1 seconds, what’s the force of the hit?”
Fang Zhiyan was speechless.
“Don’t just stand there! Let’s eat first! You hurry up and figure it out. If you don’t get it, they’ll beat you up, and I’m not stepping in,” the big shot said as he sat down. He glanced at the silent man, who gave a slight nod, and then the big shot finally picked up his chopsticks with relief.
He had originally thought Fang Zhiyan had offended someone. But after asking around, he caught wind of something bizarre: someone was paying them—ten bucks per slap on Fang Zhiyan, no questions asked.
Fang Zhiyan had become a monster that dropped coins whenever you hit him.
The big shot was still loyal at heart and wanted to find out who was behind it. But the moment he made a move, someone showed up at his house. The visitor didn’t say a word, just bought his family a bunch of stuff. The big shot had seen enough of the world to know—with two fierce-looking bodyguards behind the visitor—he was in over his head.
Since he couldn’t stop it, he might as well join the fun. After all, he had been paid and shouldn’t hold back. And looking on the bright side, this was good for his little brother’s future. That thought made him feel a lot better.
Once again, Fang Zhiyan learned how treacherous this street life could be. They no longer slapped him. Instead, whenever they saw him, they’d pull out a crumpled paper with a question and threaten to beat him up if he couldn’t answer it.
Meantime, because Fang Zhiyan had stolen money and run off again, He Huiqing finally snapped. She started searching everywhere for some kind of fortune-teller or feng shui master to help her. A cult’s peripheral members had almost gotten their hooks into her, but an old lady suddenly appeared, pulled her aside, and whispered something mysterious. He Huiqing left happily with the old woman.
When Fang Xiaoxiao returned home, she found her mother wasn’t there. Instead, her father was slumped on the couch with a vacant stare.
“Dad, where’s Mom?” Fang Xiaoxiao asked carefully.
Fang Shaohua didn’t react until she asked a second time. Then he sat up and scratched his head. “Haven’t seen her. I think she went out this afternoon.” He suddenly looked at his daughter—she seemed to have grown up.
“Hungry? I’ll make you something to eat!”
Fang Xiaoxiao was stunned. Was she seeing things? Her father was home this early, and even offering to cook?
Fang Shaohua had no choice. He had tried different places, but no matter where he gambled, he lost. For him, gambling was a game, but when the game only makes you lose, even a seasoned gambler loses interest. What a gambler wants is the thrill of winning and losing—mostly winning.
But now, he saw no hope of winning at all.
As he picked up an apron he hadn’t worn in ages, the door opened. Fang Zhiyan came in with half his face still swollen.
The three of them—father, son, daughter—stared at each other.
Fang Shaohua suddenly realized he hadn’t seen this son of his in a long time. Fang Zhiyan silently walked over to the couch and sat down. Fang Shaohua sighed. “You’re back? Wash your hands and wait for dinner... What happened to your face? Who hit you?”
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
