All those who opposed had vanished one by one, with no one asking why or investigating. The former allies of the Sima Family were also thoroughly scrutinized for one reason or another, and many new faces appeared in the imperial court. The most striking change, however, was Fuhai, who now stood by Fang Zhiyi's side.
Fuhai wore a deep crimson robe, different from what ordinary eunuchs wore. Rumors had already spread in the court that Fuhai oversaw an organization called the "Eastern Depot," though its members rarely appeared in public.
During court sessions, the Emperor's casual jokes often sent chills down the spines of the officials below.
"Is this braised pheasant with mushrooms tasty or not?"
Two officials below immediately broke into a cold sweat. The night before, they had dined together, and the main dish had been this very braised pheasant with mushrooms, a gift from their subordinates.
Fang Zhiyi smacked his lips. "Ah, hearing about it makes me want to try it. Fuhai, arrange it for later."
Once again, the courtiers were awestruck by the Emperor they had once looked down upon. This street-smart ruler was proving far more terrifying than the Sima Family.
"You didn’t fall asleep again, did you? Do you know how miserable I’ve been? In this world, my flattery skills have reached their peak!" Fang Zhiyi complained.
Little Hei chuckled sheepishly, its dark body shimmering with faint white light, almost dazzling.
"My fault, my fault. If not for me, the original host’s empress might have been saved."
The two floated in the air, watching as the original host returned to his body and handled affairs of state.
"What was the original plot?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
"Well, this guy wasn’t bad either, just unlucky. He had planned to endure until Sima Ci’s death before dismantling the Sima Family’s power. But then the Dowager Empress poisoned his wife. For love, he went all out against Sima Ci—attempting an assassination on the day of his new empress’s coronation. He failed."
"Oh?"
"But Sima Ying was a good person, just born in the wrong era. After the original host died, she cursed her father and brothers before smashing her head against a pillar."
Fang Zhiyi shook his head, watching Sima Ying standing below in her court robes. "Before I left, I decreed that women could serve as officials. I wonder if this guy will make good use of it."
"Let’s go. Next world."
"The next world might be a bit... intense."
"Intense?" Before Fang Zhiyi could process it, he was yanked into a swirling vortex. Little Hei’s strength seemed to have grown considerably.
When he opened his eyes, a foul stench filled the air. Fang Zhiyi immediately stood up, checking himself—thankfully, he wasn’t the source. But the surroundings didn’t bode well. The small room resembled an abandoned storage space: shattered glass containers, organ specimens, charred marks on the walls...
"Plot."
Fortunately, Little Hei didn’t drop the ball this time. The backstory came swiftly.
Thirty years ago, on Blue Star, the supernatural had descended en masse. No one knew why or to what end. Periodically, fog would envelop certain cities, and people would be pulled into games set in another world.
This world was in ruins, inhabited almost entirely by monsters.
Survival was simple: make it back alive.
If the participants returned, the fog over their cities would disperse. If they died, not only would the fog remain, but something far worse would follow—creatures from beyond this world would roam freely within the mist.
Every move the participants made was broadcast globally, as if by some cruel design.
Fang Zhiyi, part of the third wave of chosen participants, had already survived two games and was a seasoned veteran. But the third world tripped him up.
The reason? He encountered his first love here.
After using his wits to clear two games, he had become a celebrity. The authorities had even placed him under protection. As an ordinary person, Fang Zhiyi had let it go to his head a little.
Still, when other factions tried to recruit him, he refused. He knew right from wrong.
But shortly after the third game began, he saw someone who only appeared in his dreams—a figure in a white dress, her hair tied in a high ponytail, no makeup, wearing a single earring—the one he had given her.
Fang Zhiyi and Ning Yi'an reunited in this hellish place.
He used his item to drive away the supernatural creatures chasing her. They locked eyes. Ning Yi'an simply tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, then stepped forward to straighten Fang Zhiyi’s collar. "Stand up straight. Didn’t I tell you not to slouch?" She tilted her head and smiled.
Fang Zhiyi reached out to touch her but stopped halfway. "It’s really you, Yi'an."
The live stream exploded.
"Real seduction isn’t some guy saying, ‘Hey, handsome, have a drink’ or ‘I feel dizzy.’"
"Real seduction is your first love standing before you, speaking to you the same way she did when you first met!"
"Oh my god! Is Fang Zhiyi about to fall for this?"
"Who is this woman? Where’s her stream?"
"Damn, found it. She’s not from our country!"
"A foreigner?"
"No, probably an immigrant!"
"Something’s off!"
"I’m going crazy! I want to jump in and warn Fang Zhiyi!"
But viewers couldn’t communicate with players. The authorities had only one chance to send a hint, and they didn’t waste it on questioning the woman’s identity—most agreed it wasn’t worth it.
They watched as Fang Zhiyi charged ahead, shielding Ning Yi'an from danger again and again, using his intellect to navigate trap after trap. When he finally obtained the key to clear the game, both fell silent.
Only one person could leave with a single key.
After a brief hesitation, Ning Yi'an pushed Fang Zhiyi toward the exit.
"Go ahead. I’ll catch up." Her voice was tender. "It’s been so long. You’ve lost weight—eat more. And don’t stay up late."
The live stream erupted again.
"Wow, this woman’s playing 4D chess!"
"No way Fang Zhiyi leaves now!"
"If I walked away after hearing that, I’d wake up at night just to slap myself."
"Wake up, people! This is obviously a trap!"
"Even if it is, he has no choice but to walk into it."
Fang Zhiyi took the bait. Despite Ning Yi'an’s protests, he pushed her out instead. As her cries faded into the void, he smiled in satisfaction. He ignored the authorities’ hint. He apologized to the empty space before him, knowing the whole world was watching. His actions endangered entire cities, but he couldn’t help it—he was human, and humans had their weaknesses.
Fang Zhiyi pressed on, searching desperately for another key.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
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.
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."
y came from. The chests contained supplies, currency, class-change scrolls, skills, talents… and even godhood! The laws of the world were completely rewritten. This became a world where everyone gambled with their fate! Some people, despite having nothing, opened a divine artifact and rose to the top, eventually ruling the world. Others went bankrupt, opened nothing but worthless junk, and leaped from skyscrapers in despair. Lin Ye arrived in this world from another reality, utterly bewildered. “What is going on? Why is everyone a gambling addict?!” “Opening chests? No way. I refuse to gamble. I’ll start with myself!” Until— On his first chest, he obtained a Mythic Talent: Void Incarnation! He could become completely intangible, pass through all things, and reduce everything to nothingness! … On his fiftieth chest, he obtained a Mythic Weapon: Blade of Karma! With a single slash, karma shattered, twisting the universe and overturning the myriad phenomena of creation! … On his ninety-ninth chest, he obtained a Mythic Divine Treasure: Primordial Purple Energy! It could split open the heavens and earth, create all things, and evolve countless worlds with a single thought! Lin Ye: “Now that I think about it… shouldn’t someone have told me that every chest is guaranteed to contain something Mythic?!”
