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?"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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."
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.
