The Ending

Zhu Xiaoxue waited for a long time but Chen Wenming didn't come to placate her, so she stomped back furiously, only to see Chen Wenming staring blankly into space. "What are you doing? Your soul's gone chasing after that fox, hasn't it? Do you want to break up?"

She always used the threat of breaking up to scare Chen Wenming.

But Chen Wenming looked at her, his eyes suddenly turning savage as he screamed at the top of his lungs, "Fine, let's break up then! You jinx!"

"You... what did you just call me?"

"Do you even know who that person was just now?"

"That person just now... Fang Zhiyi, that useless writer..."

"Writer my ass! Didn't I tell you the company had a huge deal coming in? A collaboration contract with a new company!"

Zhu Xiaoxue looked at him in confusion: "So what?"

"That company's boss is Fang Zhiyi! He just called our boss and said he's very dissatisfied with me and wants to cancel the partnership! Our boss just stripped me of my manager position!"

"That can't be! There must be a mistake!" Zhu Xiaoxue panicked. "He's nothing but a failure, he was even lying in a hospital before! It must be a mix-up!"

"A mix-up? Hah, with those eyes of yours, everything you see is wrong!" Chen Wenming stormed off furiously, leaving Zhu Xiaoxue standing there dumbfounded. Then Chen Wenming ran back, raised his hand, and slapped her across the face. "You cost me three hundred and eighty thousand! You really are a proper three-eight!"

"Aren't you staying for dinner?" The two who had already walked far didn't look back, as Yue Anyao asked softly.

Fang Zhiyi shook his head: "Familiarity breeds contempt. If I stay home even one more day, my mom will start complaining about me being a nuisance."

"Should I cook for you then?" Yue Anyao's eyes sparkled at the mention of cooking.

"No, no, no, let's just find somewhere casual to eat..."

But Fang Zhiyi didn't expect to be ambushed by his ex-girlfriend when he got home. She had clearly been crying, and immediately started demanding to know why he had deceived her. Fang Zhiyi was completely baffled: "What did I deceive you about?"

"You... you... you deceived my feelings!" At this point, Zhu Xiaoxue was being completely unreasonable. Chen Wenming had blocked her, and in her rage, she could only come to vent at Fang Zhiyi. If she could somehow reconcile with him, that wouldn't be so bad either...

"Miss, don't go around saying things like that. It'll cause trouble," Fang Zhiyi said, raising both hands in feigned innocence.

Zhu Xiaoxue put her hands on her hips: "Trouble? What trouble? I'm going to—"

"Slap!"

Zhu Xiaoxue's head snapped to the side from the force of the blow. She covered her cheek in disbelief and turned around, seeing the beautiful woman from earlier rubbing her own hand.

"Zhiyi, my hand hurts from that slap. Blow on it for me, will you?"

Fang Zhiyi shuddered in disgust: "No, no, no, that's not appropriate. We're in public..."

"I don't care! Blow on it for me..."

"You sneaky fox—" Zhu Xiaoxue was about to curse when Yue Anyao shot her a look that made her feel like all the blood in her body had frozen. Instinctively, she knew that if she finished that curse, this woman would kill her.

Seeing that Zhu Xiaoxue had fallen silent, Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to take Yue Anyao's hand and lead her into the residential complex.

"Tell me more about that 'sweet and innocent' classmate you mentioned last time. Keep going."

"What? It's not over yet?"

"Did you have something with her? Men can never resist that kind of cunning type."

"I really didn't..."

"Then kiss me."

"Lady, there are people everywhere here."

"I don't care! You've written up all the worlds you've traveled through into novels, and I've read all the comments. They say you must have gotten up to all sorts of things with various people!"

"I—"

Yue Anyao was in the middle of teasing him when she suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, slowly turning her head to look up at the sky.

"What's wrong?" Fang Zhiyi asked.

"Nothing." Yue Anyao hurriedly caught up with him.

Fang Zhiyi also looked up at the sky, but after staring for a long time, he couldn't see anything out of the ordinary.

Just as they disappeared into the stairwell, the pitch-black sky tore open with a gash, and a colossal eyeball appeared behind the rift, darting around wildly.

Finally, its gaze fixed on Fang Zhiyi's home.

Time flew by.

Eventually, Fang Zhiyi grew old, and Yue Anyao passed away before him. Recalling everything he had experienced, Fang Zhiyi shook his head with something like resignation.

Back then, targeted by a single renegade like that, he was forced to urge Little Hei to get to work. Fortunately, they managed to untangle things quickly. First, they recovered all of that madman's systems, then had Little Hei devour them to restore his energy, and then used Little Hei's abilities to open passages for those travelers who wanted to return home. Luckily, Fang Zhiyi managed to talk several travelers into joining the team on the spot, or else he would probably have been ganged up on.

But because of that, a new Quick Transmigration Bureau was established, and all the old rules were abolished. Still, there was a mountain of work left to wrap up, like the travelers who had been abandoned in foreign worlds by their systems.

After that, Little Hei pioneered a new approach to time-traveling via accepting commissions, which temporarily stabilized the situation.

No one knew how much time had passed before Little Hei suddenly offered to send Fang Zhiyi home.

Fang Zhiyi was delighted at that. He was already feeling utterly exhausted.

Before sending him off, Little Hei mysteriously mentioned he would send Fang Zhiyi a big gift.

Later, when Fang Zhiyi woke up back in his body, he saw Yue Anyao. An employee of the Bureau had found her and brought her back here, at the cost of her giving up all of her cultivation.

Yue Anyao hadn't hesitated for a single moment.

"That Little Hei..." Fang Zhiyi recalled all of this, smiled, and closed his eyes, passing away quietly in his sleep. This lifetime had been so long, like a dream that stretched on and on.

At Fang Zhiyi's funeral, his little grandson suddenly pointed at the sky: "Mommy, there's a big eyeball in the sky!"

The woman looked up: "Stop talking nonsense, Xiaobao. Go kneel and bow for your grandpa."

The little boy pouted and walked toward Fang Zhiyi's portrait.

"So, who attends their own funeral?"

Fang Zhiyi turned around and saw Little Hei grinning from ear to ear.

Fang Zhiyi wasn't surprised: "So that's why Yue Anyao seemed restless for a while. It was you."

"Hey, what can I say? I had to see how you were getting along, right?"

"Cut the act. What do you want this time?"

Little Hei chuckled: "How about it? Come on a trip with me? We're short on people lately... You know, ever since we got rid of all the props and rewards, the number of taskers has plummeted. And those remnants who escaped back then are still causing trouble..."

"Forget it. What kind of world is it where a guy has to work for you even after death?"

"What do you mean 'work for me'? Don't you have a stake in this too?"

"I—"

"Anyway, your wife's already gone on ahead, so you decide for yourself." Little Hei wore an expression that was pure shamelessness.

"You..." Fang Zhiyi sighed and took one last look at his family. "You're the boss of the place, why do you keep spying on me?!"

"Actually, I'm not the boss anymore. Your wife is now. She took over my job, so I'm completely free!"

"Tsk... Can't even find peace in death." Fang Zhiyi sighed.

"Cut the nonsense, let's go! There's a world that really needs you. These transmigrators these days are way too lame..." Little Hei said without giving Fang Zhiyi a chance to retort, grabbing his soul and flying off, adding, "Besides, this is your wife's idea! She said you lived the second half of your life way too lazily."

"Huh?"