At the cost of losing an arm and a leg, Fang Zhiyi once again found a key to escape.
He succeeded in protecting those cities, but he had to die.
Because his injuries were real—in his current state, entering again would mean certain death. The authorities didn’t dare gamble, and neither did he. Only by his death would they select a new candidate.
But before he died, Fang Zhiyi had one last wish: to see that woman again.
Soon, the security team brought him some photos, and everyone looked at him strangely.
In the photos, Ning Yi'an was nestled shyly in the arms of a white man, her face glowing with happiness. Fang Zhiyi stared at the image for a long time before forcing a smile. "As long as she’s safe, that’s all that matters."
Someone from the security team quietly urged him to look at the other photos. Only then did Fang Zhiyi realize that in every picture, his "white moonlight" was with a different man—white, black, tall, short.
"Also, seeing her won’t be easy. She’s under the protection of K Country now."
K Country? Wasn’t that the same nation that had extended him an olive branch twice before? Fang Zhiyi seemed to understand everything now, but there was nothing he could do. Human logic was often twisted—facing the same disaster, they schemed to suppress other nations, vying for higher status. If they couldn’t recruit him, eliminating him was just as viable.
He died, drinking poison to end his own life.
"Use my brain? I just spent the last world racking my brains—can’t I take a break?" Fang Zhiyi complained after reading the scenario. This world might be even more exhausting than the last. If it turned out to be a puzzle-solving world, he was doomed.
Xiao Hei squinted, his face—Yue Anyao’s face—looking both cunning and adorable. "Host, actually, I’d like to ask for your help with something in this world."
"Me... huh?" Fang Zhiyi turned to look at his hand, his fingers twitching slightly.
"Host?"
"Shh. I feel something... familiar." Fang Zhiyi’s lips curled into a slow smile. He had tried this in many worlds before, but success was rare. Though he didn’t know why, this world actually responded!
As someone with prior experience in cultivation, understanding the mechanics was simple. Then, drawing from his experience as a ghost, Fang Zhiyi had invented ghost cultivation. And when he worked as a Taoist priest—though that world couldn’t sustain cultivation—he still made some refinements.
This world! It was saturated with that eerie energy, almost indistinguishable from yin energy!
Xiao Hei watched as Fang Zhiyi sat cross-legged, closing his eyes slightly. Wisps of black energy flowed into his body with each breath.
"Host, this isn’t safe, is it? You’re not a ghost right now..."
Fang Zhiyi didn’t respond, but seeing that he seemed unharmed, Xiao Hei quietly waited.
Meanwhile, the live chat erupted into chaos.
"What’s Fang Zhiyi doing?"
"No idea. Is he meditating?"
"Didn’t know he was a cultivator (laughing emoji)."
"Damn, that newbie next door just got crushed to death, and this guy hasn’t even moved?"
"Maybe it’s good he’s not moving. It’s super dangerous outside—so many people have died already."
"But he can’t just stay like this forever, right?"
"Who are you to question Fang Zhiyi?"
"Can’t I just say something?"
"If you’re so good, why don’t you go in?"
"I’m not going in! Do I need to know how to make ice to use a fridge?"
Fang Zhiyi couldn’t see these comments. He was carefully guiding the usable eerie energy into his body, avoiding his heart and circulating it slowly.
"Am I seeing things? There was black smoke around Fang Zhiyi just now."
"Are you stupid? Black smoke? You think he’s having a qi deviation?"
"Oh crap! The ghost nurse is at the door!"
The door creaked open, revealing a hunched humanoid figure standing at the threshold. Its face was rotted, exposing rows of white teeth. It sniffed the air like a predator tracking prey, dragging an IV stand with its left hand while clutching a massive syringe in its right—still stained with traces of blood.
"The tension is unreal."
"So gross. So terrifying."
"Honestly, if you cover the face, it’s not so bad... I have a bold idea..."
"WTF, what are you thinking?!"
The ghost nurse spotted Fang Zhiyi and shuffled toward him, but he remained motionless, eyes closed.
"Oh no oh no oh no oh no—"
"Did Fang-ge pull an all-nighter? Came here to catch up on sleep?"
"Game over. Time to pack up and move."
The ghost nurse stopped in front of Fang Zhiyi, tilting its head. Slowly, it raised the syringe, its teeth grinding with a hideous sound.
"That Japanese player next door was killed by her—stabbed through the eyeball with that thing, injected who-knows-what, then dragged to the dissection room..."
"Fck! Can’t someone go in and slap Fang-ge awake?"
"If I had that kind of power, I’d be acting on my bold idea already."
Just as the needle was about to pierce Fang Zhiyi’s eye—and just as the authorities were about to use their hint—his eyes snapped open. The ghost nurse found her hand frozen mid-air, unable to advance even a millimeter. Fang Zhiyi had seized her wrist in an iron grip.
"Host, I thought we were about to depart," Xiao Hei sighed in relief. It was confident it could pull Fang Zhiyi out the moment he died.
Fang Zhiyi grinned, flashing his teeth. Whether this thing could see it or not, he had to keep up appearances.
In one swift motion, he stood up, never releasing the ghost nurse’s hand. With a sharp twist, her arm emitted a crisp snap—broken! Fang Zhiyi frowned, then seized her other arm and repeated the motion. Now both arms hung limp at her sides. The ghost nurse stood dumbly before him, only her exposed teeth still grinding together, whether in rage or fear, it was unclear.
She seemed to sense something terrifying.
The live chat fell silent. As the ghost nurse was kicked aside, a single comment drifted across the screen:
"Uh... wasn’t Fang-ge supposed to be an intelligence-type player?"
"That’s what I remember too."
"His revealed divine relic was 'Prophet'—lets him see ten seconds into the future."
"So what is this now?"
The chat exploded. For the first time, someone had physically harmed a supernatural entity with bare hands! Sure, others had injured or even killed ghosts before—but only using cursed objects or divine relics. Fang Zhiyi, an intelligence-type player, had just done it empty-handed. In thirty years, he was the first!
Spies lurking in the live stream immediately relayed the news to their respective nations.
At K Country’s headquarters, officials watched the broadcast in stunned silence before finally declaring, "That young man must die. We cannot let the Xia Kingdom keep winning."
Fang Zhiyi paid no attention. He was pleased with his current state. Even if it damaged his body, so what? It wasn’t his to begin with.
Ignoring the now-harmless ghost nurse, he strode out the door, glanced left and right, and chose a path.
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.”
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?!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
