“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?”
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?!
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!
