"He went towards the maternity ward!"
"Damn, Brother Fang must be out of his mind? That's the territory of those infant spirits."
"That guy from the Monkey Kingdom just died there—what a feast."
No one knew what Fang Zhiyi was thinking.
A writhing mass of creatures crowded together, desperately burrowing into the still-warm corpse on the ground. The victim's belly had been torn open, organs strewn aside. Anyone who saw the scene couldn't help but shudder.
The sound of a door opening drew their attention. While some infant spirits continued fighting over the corpse, the rest turned toward Fang Zhiyi.
Taking one look at the scene, Fang Zhiyi didn't hesitate—he spun around and slammed the door shut in one smooth motion.
"Host, there's something on the bed at the far end," Xiao Hei reminded him.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yeah."
"Then why not grab it?"
"Because I value my life."
He had already tried activating the original host's divine ability and glimpsed ten seconds into the future. If he rushed over at top speed to grab that small box—which contained the elevator card to the upper floors—those shapeless infant spirits would swarm over him in no time.
"Pathetic. Can't kill them, can't ignore them either. Forget it." Fang Zhiyi sighed and turned toward another path. "What was that about helping?"
Xiao Hei chuckled and muttered something under his breath. Fang Zhiyi reluctantly nodded.
After walking a while, he neared the lobby, where a reception desk stood. Just then, a figure tumbled out, landing right in front of him—a woman in a white dress. She looked up, locking eyes with him, her gaze filled with unspoken words.
"Host, it's your white moonlight!"
"Pfft, your white moonlight." Fang Zhiyi changed direction, heading toward a narrow side passage.
Ning Yi'an panicked. "Zhiyi! Is that you?"
Fang Zhiyi had already vanished around the corner but poked his head back out. "Yeah."
Ning Yi'an smiled. "It's so good to see you."
"Uh-huh. Likewise. Hi. Bye." Fang Zhiyi disappeared again.
Ning Yi'an was stunned. This wasn't how it was supposed to go. Based on her understanding of him, he should've helped her without hesitation. What was going on? As the monster drew closer, she had no choice but to drop the act and use her divine ability—Charm—on it.
Watching the monster flail at empty air, Ning Yi'an hurried after Fang Zhiyi. If simple conversation didn't work, she'd have to resort to her divine ability on him. The thought of the chest of money promised by the K Kingdom officials made her breath quicken.
But she didn't know that Fang Zhiyi had already jumped out a window after walking a short distance, while she continued blindly down the corridor.
As Fang Zhiyi strolled through the courtyard, the live chat erupted again.
"Whoa, that woman knows Brother Fang? She's gorgeous."
"Seriously stunning, and she's not even wearing makeup."
"Doesn't she fit the image of a white moonlight from novels?"
"Brother Fang's being way too cold. He just ran off."
"Romance can wait, right? Flirting now is basically suicide."
"That woman's from K Kingdom."
"Wait, not from Xia Kingdom?"
"She is, but she emigrated. I saw her stream."
"Holy crap, Brother Fang's a genius! He must've seen the future!"
In truth, every move Ning Yi'an made had been anticipated. The original host's abilities were common knowledge worldwide, so she couldn't afford even the slightest slip-up.
But this time, she was dealing with a different Fang Zhiyi.
After wandering around, Fang Zhiyi concluded that this floor didn't have too many horrors—just a bunch of infant spirits, a ghostly nurse, and the nameless entity chasing Ning Yi'an. Without the elevator card, he couldn't go upstairs.
"This is a bit of a hassle." Fang Zhiyi looked up at the second-floor window, where a patient in a hospital gown leaned out, staring down at him. Their eyes met.
After a few seconds, Fang Zhiyi suddenly grinned and waved slowly at the patient.
The hospital-gown-clad entity felt an odd chill. Was this really a human? It ducked back inside, pondered for a moment, then leaned out even further, its body stretching unnaturally.
It glared down at the human. If only he were on the second floor—if he got scared and tried to run, it could devour him. That delicious human flesh... The patient licked its lips greedily.
But the excitement and eagerness on the human's face left it confused. Seeing the human beckoning, it struggled to resist. Still, reason prevailed—it couldn't break the rules by hunting prey on the first floor.
As the patient retreated, Fang Zhiyi sighed in disappointment. This entity was clearly smarter than the others, but it refused to come down!
Xiao Hei returned from scouting the area.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's dejected expression, Xiao Hei put its hands on its hips. "Host, I found one that fits your criteria!"
"Take me there!"
At the westernmost end of the first floor was a duty room, where a security captain with a face shrouded in dark energy sat. Two intruders stood trembling before him.
"You want the elevator card from me? Are you here to visit someone?" The security captain's expression was eerie as his fingers drummed on the desk.
The two temporary teammates exchanged glances. "We're here to visit a patient!"
"A patient? Which department?"
One of them was sweating bullets, unable to recall any hospital departments.
"Surgery! Surgery!" the other hastily added.
The security captain let out a grotesque laugh. "Alright, take these two to surgery!" The door swung open, and two twisted security entities entered, brandishing sharp knives before plunging them into the intruders!
The live chat exploded with shock. Surgery meant getting stabbed?
True to their word, the two barely alive intruders were dragged away by the entities, becoming the first in this batch of players to reach the second floor—though their screens went dark soon after, meaning they were dead.
The security captain was savoring the taste of blood when the door burst open. A shadow flew in, slamming into the wall—it was one of his subordinates, its already deformed head now nearly flattened.
"Who dares?!"
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands and immediately stepped forward to shake hands. "Hello, hello, hello! You're the captain, right?"
The security captain was bewildered. This was definitely a human, but why was he so... bizarre?
"I need to go upstairs."
Understanding dawned on the captain. So that was it. He glanced at his injured subordinate and went through the formalities. "Are you here to see someone?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Yes."
"Visiting a patient?"
"No."
The captain raised an eyebrow. "Oh? Then who?"
"Your hospital director."
The security captain's expression darkened. This human knew the director? Impossible.
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.
. 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!"
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.”
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."
