At that moment, a violent tremor shook through, accompanied by terrifying wails. Fang Zhiyi turned to look—the monster that had seemed almost impossible to defeat crashed to the ground, its massive body gradually shrinking.
The woman smiled and said, "Only a madman like you could pull this off, going and provoking so many formidable players at once..."
Fang Zhiyi felt a bit awkward.
He saw in the distance that man who called himself a god, now overwhelmed under the combined assault of the cream of the crop among the transmigrators. He'd been nearly chopped down to a torso.
Yet the man still shouted, "Stop! You'll all be struck by divine punishment! Stop!"
"Divine punishment my ass! Fuck him up! So you're the little prick who gave us our missions?"
"Damn, I thought the Fast-Travel Bureau was impressive, turns out it's just one shit-stain of a brat!"
The transmigrators' attacks grew even more ferocious.
As time wore on, the massive black monster's tentacles stopped regrowing, its form kept shrinking like a dehydrated jellyfish. It no longer even had the strength to resist. From the world portals overhead, booms of explosions rang out from time to time.
Those transmigrators who hadn't made it across were venting their frustration. Upon hearing the news that there was no hope of returning home, the ones too weak to cross over began wrecking everything in sight. The system had collapsed—nothing was left to restrain their actions. This caused the energy sustaining the monster to plummet, and finally, it could no longer hold on.
"I'm begging you, please stop..." The man finally broke down.
No one paid him any mind. The monster ultimately fell under the combined assault of immortal arts, magic, technology, and raw brute force, its body dissolving into black water.
The man grew somewhat hysterical, but just as he was about to say something else, a slender hand suddenly pressed down on his head and twisted. His head separated from his body with a clean snap.
"Enough noise!"
The woman who had been talking to Fang Zhiyi earlier had, in an instant, appeared beside the man and delivered the killing blow. She toyed with the head in her hands, then tossed it high into the air. A beam of laser swept across, and the man who controlled the system turned to dust completely.
It was all over.
But then, someone froze.
"Wait—we just killed him? So what do we do now?"
The transmigrators, bloodlust still burning in their eyes, suddenly became aware of the problem.
Fang Zhiyi froze, instantly realizing—this was an ending he had never considered. Maybe he should just play dead.
He lay down immediately, shut his eyes, and made up his mind to pretend he knew nothing.
Otherwise, rather than achieving "mutually assured destruction," he'd more likely get beaten to death by the mob.
But of course, what he feared came. The woman pointed in his direction: "What are you worried about? Isn't there still someone over there who can get things done? Kid, I remember that black thing beside you—it can travel between worlds on its own, right?"
Hundreds of gazes turned his way—some indifferent, some hostile, some curious.
Fang Zhiyi kept his eyes tightly shut, sweat beading continuously on his forehead.
"Kid, don't think I didn't notice—you've been lying there since the very beginning!"
"Handsome, want me to give you a little wake-up service?"
Fang Zhiyi couldn't take it anymore: "Stop, stop, stop—please, all you big shots, show mercy!" He struggled to sit up. "Um, dear leaders... I'll give it a try?"
Hundreds of pairs of eyes stared at him dead on. He turned to look at the console that Little Hei had corroded—Little Hei, having interfered with countless systems, was now in an extremely weakened state.
"...Um, any of you looking for a job? Year-end double pay, work three days off two." Fang Zhiyi swallowed hard.
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China, a bustling street.
"Fang Zhiyi?" Zhu Xiaoxue spotted Fang Zhiyi wandering on the street, gave him a glance up and down, a hint of superiority in her eyes. "I heard you were in a coma—finally better?"
Fang Zhiyi gave a polite smile and a nod, but his gaze didn't linger—his eyes kept scanning around.
"Oh... still writing that crappy novel of yours?" Zhu Xiaoxue's tone carried a clear edge of mockery. She'd never believed in Fang Zhiyi back then, especially after hearing he couldn't even scrape together a 380,000 yuan bride price, so she decisively broke up with him.
Fang Zhiyi scratched his head, smiled, and nodded again.
"Tsk, you never learn, do you? What future is there in writing novels?" Zhu Xiaoxue said, then suddenly laughed, waving at someone off to the side. A man walked over.
"Xiaoxue, who's this?" The man came up, gave Fang Zhiyi a once-over, and asked.
"Him? Just some guy who used to pursue me. Writes novels—no one reads them though." Zhu Xiaoxue looped her arm around the man's. He glanced at Fang Zhiyi, instantly understood the situation, and his demeanor turned arrogant.
"Hello, I'm Chen Wenming, now a manager at Julong Advertising." He extended his hand toward Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow, then shook his hand.
"I hear writing novels can make a lot of money. Pray tell, what's your work..."
"Just scribbling, scribbling." Fang Zhiyi smiled.
"If you ask me—we're old acquaintances after all—you should give up those pipe dreams of yours sooner rather than later. Isn't getting a regular job better?" Zhu Xiaoxue said, a bit scornfully. "Back then I always thought you'd fit right in on an assembly line. Wenming, what do you think?"
"Hahaha, Xiaoxue, that's too harsh. Dude, no offense." Chen Wenming's laugh was fake, dripping with superiority. "But Xiaoxue means well. A man needs money, you know."
"He won't mind. He used to send me flowers, you had to see it— so cheesy." Zhu Xiaoxue's face twisted in disdain.
"Well, with a face like yours, it's only natural he'd send you flowers." Chen Wenming pinched Zhu Xiaoxue's cheek.
The two started flaunting their affection right in front of Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi quietly looked away.
At that moment, a tall, slender figure cut in between the two of them, shoving Zhu Xiaoxue's hand away from Chen Wenming's arm.
"Hey—what's wrong with you?" Zhu Xiaoxue's face turned, but then she froze.
A woman so beautiful she made Zhu Xiaoxue jealous stood beside Fang Zhiyi, naturally taking his arm: "Zhiyi, who are these two?"
Fang Zhiyi smiled at Zhu Xiaoxue and Chen Wenming, then walked away with Yue Anyao in the other direction: "Nobody important. Though... I do need to make a phone call."
Zhu Xiaoxue was practically fuming. How could this be? Fang Zhiyi had managed to find a woman better than her? And when she turned and saw her boyfriend's eyes still locked on that woman's retreating back, her anger only spiked.
Slap!
"Ow! What the hell?" Chen Wenming was stunned.
"What are you staring at!"
Zhu Xiaoxue stormed off in a huff, while Chen Wenming rubbed his cheek, depressed. Just then, his phone rang.
"Hello? General manager, what do you need?"
"Huh? I'm out—I'm off today, shopping with my girlfriend."
"What? Why? What did I do wrong?"
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?!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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!
