“I’ll mess with your grandpa!” Fang Zhiyi struck first, throwing all his strength into a punch that slammed into the man’s face—yet the man didn’t budge an inch.
“Too insignificant.”
A single punch from the man sent Fang Zhiyi flying dozens of meters through the air.
“But I can tell you this—she’s merely entered a new cycle of reincarnation.” The man smiled with a twisted look, then rolled up his sleeve. On his withered arm, there was a faint scar. “As a reward for her being able to wound a god, I spared her life.”
Fang Zhiyi froze, his gaze locked onto that scar.
Little Hei was devoured clean by that monster, which followed up with a loud burp.
“Alright, the game’s over, you ant. Now comes your judgment… You have two choices: become a servant of God, or be erased forever.”
Fang Zhiyi struggled to prop himself up. He could feel that the punch had already drained most of his fighting strength.
“So I really underestimated him.”
“Ant, make your choice.” The man said it casually.
But Fang Zhiyi laughed out loud: “God? You’re more like a damn lunatic!”
The smile on the man’s face gradually stiffened.
“And you call yourself a god? You’re just some pitiful guy who transmigrated by accident! Let me guess—before you crossed over, you probably lived a pretty pathetic life, didn’t you?”
Those words clearly struck a nerve. The man vanished from where he stood and reappeared right in front of Fang Zhiyi in the next instant.
“Say that again!”
Fang Zhiyi only laughed harder, his eyes brimming with contempt: “Still calling yourself a god? You’ve manipulated all these transmigrators to fight for you, just to feed that beast. You’re not a god—you’re just a thief, a crook who survives by stealing energy from those worlds!”
The man’s eyes went wide, making his face look even more terrifying.
“You ant!” Another kick sent Fang Zhiyi flying over a dozen meters.
“Take a good look—how great God is. With just one command, countless worlds respond.” The man raised his head in ecstasy, gazing at those worlds, then lowered it to look at the weakened Fang Zhiyi.
“You’ll never understand, because you’re not a god.” The man looked up at the densely packed passages. “Damn the Heavenly Dao, damn the worlds—I am the sole ruler of all these myriad worlds!”
Fang Zhiyi’s voice cut him off sharply.
“I get it now. So you’ve turned into a control-freak monster. When you realized that the so-called ‘failed product’ you mentioned could actually fight back against your system, you felt your fake divine authority start to waver.”
The man was clearly burning with murderous intent.
But Fang Zhiyi didn’t care: “How pathetic… A crazed transmigrator trying to control so many worlds—you’re just a slave to that monster yourself.”
Those words hit the man like a needle straight to the heart.
He began beating Fang Zhiyi wildly: “I am the one who rules everything! Me! That thing is just a beast driven by devouring instinct!”
“Ridiculous. You still need a beast to maintain everything you have.”
“You!” The man was completely enraged.
The black monster, after eating Little Hei, just stayed in place watching the scene—clearly not very intelligent.
“You just discovered it could multiply, then used some mishmash of stolen tech to build all this. In other words, you’re a delusional psycho!”
The man raised his foot to stomp down, but suddenly stopped: “I see now. I understand—you’re trying to provoke God into giving you a quick death, aren’t you? Not gonna happen, kid. You’ve angered God, and God will make you suffer endless agony.”
He turned and waved his hand. The monster sluggishly crawled over.
“By now, you must know that this failed product also inherited this—psychic invasion. Once it devours you, you’ll stay alive, forever alive, forever trapped in pain! This is God’s punishment for you!”
The man looked smug, expecting to see fear and regret in this mortal’s eyes.
But Fang Zhiyi collapsed onto the ground, spread out in a big X shape.
“Even gods make mistakes sometimes, right? After all, gods always think they’re unstoppable.”
“What do you mean?” The man was taken aback.
Fang Zhiyi smiled.
Suddenly, the flesh machine let out a piercing screech. The man turned to look into the distance—many of the thin lines connected to the system had already been tainted with black light, and as streaks of black light flowed into the disc, the surface of the flesh machine was covered and masked by a layer of black substance.
“What did you do!” The man didn’t understand at first.
“Hahaha—the ‘failed product’ you talked about may not have missions or a shop, but it has brains. It’s been following me for so long—if it couldn’t think this through, then it really would be a failure.”
“You mean… finding the lair of that thing?”
“Exactly. That’s our only path.”
“Oh come on, big bro, you really think that’s easy?”
“Use your head. Go to other worlds, grab some of its systems, then run a reverse trace.”
“You think everyone else is stupid?”
“Not necessarily. You just have to pick a few that are reckless enough to let it detect them on purpose. I’m betting the other tiny changes won’t catch its attention. That’s the common flaw of those at the top—they think they control everything, so they ignore the real danger.”
“Alright, let’s try it. Use your method of building hidden agents.”
As the flesh machine was devoured at lightning speed, even the lines that weren’t wrapped in black light were dyed black one by one, with each line extending straight into the various worlds.
“It ate me twice! Twice!” Little Hei’s voice rang out. “Bullying people, huh? Huh? Fang Zhiyi! I’m cutting all the connections right now—let them all have a good laugh!”
“Ant, you think cutting those systems will let you beat God? No—you’ll still die!” The man was fully enraged.
The monster beside him had already rushed to the machine, but faced with the controlled machine, it seemed at a loss. Though it only had instinct, it knew this machine was its only source of food.
“Cut them? When did we say we were cutting them?” Fang Zhiyi’s tone was full of mockery.
“You…”
Little Hei was also stunned: “Wait, man, didn’t we say we’d cut them all at once, then deal with them?”
Fang Zhiyi gave a wry smile: “Even if we cut them, we couldn’t beat them…”
“Uh…” The situation reached a standstill. The black monster didn’t dare attack, Little Hei held control over the machine, Fang Zhiyi lay on the ground—only the man broke into sudden laughter: “At least you’re sensible. If you back off now, I’ll graciously pardon you.”
Fang Zhiyi just shot him a glare: “We’ve got leverage now. Pardon us? Do you even know how to negotiate?”
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.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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."
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
