Fang Zhiyi felt his soul being torn apart the entire time. He knew Little Hei was transporting him at top speed to leap onto one of his own avatars. They had very little time—perhaps no time at all.
The scenes before him kept shifting: erupting volcanoes, bustling streets, and bitterly cold ice peaks.
After passing through who knows how many worlds, Fang Zhiyi's vision suddenly went black.
"We're here!" Little Hei's voice was filled with the joy of victory.
Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes. What greeted him was a pitch-black space. He looked down at his feet—he was standing on a black, transparent platform with no visible boundaries. When he looked up at the sky overhead, Fang Zhiyi was stunned.
Above him stretched a vast canopy of stars, but upon closer inspection, they weren't stars at all—they were world portals, densely packed beyond count!
"Just as I thought. Trying to cut off its energy source to deal with it would take ten thousand years and still not be enough."
Little Hei said nothing, merely tugging at Fang Zhiyi. When Fang Zhiyi turned his head, he nearly jumped out of his skin.
Not far away, a figure was standing there. The person seemed not to have noticed their arrival, simply staring absorbed at a massive circular disk before him. When Fang Zhiyi laid his eyes on that disk, a wave of familiarity washed over him.
Mechanical wiring intertwined with pulsing flesh formed the disk's base. It looked like a monster of machine and meat combined—just like... the systems Little Hei had devoured before.
A flash of light streaked down from one of the world portals. A system descended rapidly and landed smoothly on the disk. The man raised a withered finger and tapped on the disk's surface. In no time, the system changed course and flew off toward another world.
Fang Zhiyi also noticed that countless thin threads extended from the disk, their other ends connecting to the portals of various worlds.
But just as Fang Zhiyi stepped closer, the man let out a grotesque chuckle.
"Heh... heh... heh..." His voice was grating, carrying a nails-on-chalkboard screech. "So you came after all."
Fang Zhiyi halted, staring at the man.
The man slowly raised his head. It was a shriveled face, like a corpse left too long without moisture. It startled Fang Zhiyi. The man glanced at Fang Zhiyi, then finally settled his gaze on Little Hei.
"Did you really think your little trick could fool me?" He laughed again. "Using that defective's petty methods, corroding my systems to track me down—hahahaha."
Little Hei's eyes went wide as saucers.
"The hell you call me defective! Who are you calling defective!"
The mummified man shook his head. "No, you are defective. I never expected you to survive, let alone evolve your own consciousness. But that doesn't change the fact that you're a failed experiment..."
"Enough talk! Let's fight!" Little Hei ground his teeth. Fang Zhiyi suddenly lunged forward as well. If they waited for that thing to return, they'd lose their chance. For now, the priority was to subdue this man...
But as his fist came down, the man let out an "Oh?"—half curious, half mocking.
Fang Zhiyi's punch was caught effortlessly in the man's desiccated palm. Fang Zhiyi's heart skipped a beat. This punch could have felled even a Golden-Winged Roc! He hadn't held back—he'd thrown it with one hundred percent of his strength!
And this man had caught it like it was nothing?
No time to dwell on it. Fang Zhiyi immediately changed tactics. After all, his mind contained nearly every fighting style imaginable.
But no matter which angle he attacked from, the man blocked it with a single hand.
"Hiss..." Fang Zhiyi sucked in a sharp breath.
The man finally deigned to look at him properly. But the next instant, Fang Zhiyi's vision blurred. Before he could react, the man's palm was already pressed against his chest.
A colossal force slammed into him, nearly shattering Fang Zhiyi's soul.
The man didn't pursue Fang Zhiyi as he crumpled to the ground.
"How nostalgic... these moves of yours. I know them all."
Fang Zhiyi stared at the man in shock, then a thought struck him: "You—you're a transmigrator too!"
The man paused briefly, then nodded with a smile. "It's been ages since I heard that word. To be precise, I am the god of all you transmigrators."
"God? Bullshit—" Little Hei suddenly lashed out with his tentacles. But a thunderous roar cut him off. The colossal monster they'd briefly trapped tore through space and crashed headfirst into the area! Little Hei was sent flying.
The man didn't even glance that way. He kept his eyes on Fang Zhiyi. "A long time ago, I transmigrated into a world full of danger. I didn't understand why I'd been brought there—perhaps it was electrocution, a car accident, or something else. Not that it matters anymore."
He stepped closer, one pace at a time.
"What matters is this: I discovered the thing that had summoned me." He glanced at the massive creature now pursuing Little Hei. "It carried the energy to let people transmigrate, and it needed transmigrators themselves to fuel it."
"Later, through one transmigration after another, I came into contact with more civilizations, greater worlds." The man tapped his own head, his face twisting into a maniacal grin. "And it began to slip out of control. But it didn't matter. I'd already figured out a solution."
"The power of technology is the root that can solve everything."
"I created more systems, recruited transmigrators from all worlds, gave them missions, and had them contribute the energy of their respective worlds."
The man grew more and more animated, even spreading his arms wide as if to embrace the endless sea of portals above.
"Do you know what that feels like? That is the feeling of being a god." The man was clearly in a frenzy. "I am the one true god! The only god!"
Little Hei was caught firmly in the black monster's tentacles.
Fang Zhiyi wanted to help, but the man blocked his path.
"Saving it won't do you any good. It's just a defective product—a failure meant to be destroyed. It has no divine power. Trash!"
"This so-called divine power of yours—is that what you call those points malls?" Fang Zhiyi asked, narrowing his eyes.
"Exactly. Hahahaha. What a magnificent invention, wouldn't you say?" The man laughed with wild abandon.
"Trash," Fang Zhiyi said.
The man's laughter cut off sharply.
"You don't understand. You're nothing but a pitiful ant." The man's tone dripped with condescension.
Little Hei was being devoured bite by bite by the monstrous creature. The man turned to watch.
But Fang Zhiyi suddenly spoke up: "Where is Yue Anyao?"
The man turned back around. "Yue Anyao? Yue Anyao..." He thought for a long moment before finally recalling such a person.
"The one who dared to defy a god? She has already been punished."
A faint glow emanated from Fang Zhiyi's body. All his spiritual energy ignited, and his presence surged skyward.
The man blinked. "Poor fool. You too wish to defy a god?"
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
