His attitude softened slightly: "Do you know the Dean?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
The security captain froze, veins instantly bulging across his face like parasitic worms, his expression twisting into something horrifying: "Are you looking for trouble?"
Slap! A sharp crack echoed through the air.
The security captain was stunned. He stared in disbelief at the human before him—had this man just struck him? His fury surged, and as he rose to his feet, another slap landed.
This time, doubt crept in. Something was wrong—terribly wrong. How could a human’s strike hurt so much?
He eyed Fang Zhiyi warily.
Fang Zhiyi flexed his wrist, scanning the area before his gaze settled on the baton strapped to the guard dog-like creature nearby. In two swift steps, he snatched it, delivering a kick to the fallen aberration for good measure.
Only then did the security captain realize something: his subordinate... seemed dead. Aberrations didn’t faint—they either played dead or were truly dead. And this one lacked the intellect for deception, so...
His eyes flicked back to the human, conflict brewing in his mind.
"Your choice," Fang Zhiyi said coolly. "Either take me upstairs, or I beat you until you do. It’s hard to find one of you freaks who can actually talk."
"What do you want?" The security captain clung to his dignity. Decades of slaughtering humans couldn’t be undone by some brat’s threats.
Before he could steel himself further, Fang Zhiyi struck—stomach, neck, shoulder, chest. Within seconds, agony overwhelmed him. Just as he registered the pain, the baton swung down toward his skull. Instinct screamed: This will kill me.
"I’ll lead the way!"
The baton halted mid-air.
Fang Zhiyi smiled in satisfaction. "That’s more like it."
The livestream chat fell into eerie silence.
"Since when was Brother Fang this strong?"
"Seriously? He’s never even fought before."
"Not fighting doesn’t mean he can’t."
"But killing an aberration? That’s not even remotely scientific!"
"Since when are aberrations scientific?"
"Fair point."
"Maybe the authorities hooked him up with a martial arts master? Remember how he started with meditation?"
"Oh right!"
Meanwhile, the officials were equally baffled. But they shrugged it off—as long as Fang Zhiyi cleared the level, explanations could wait.
Ning Yi'an dodged pursuers, frustrated at failing to find Fang Zhiyi. Time was running out; she needed an elevator pass. The hospital’s lack of staircases forced her to scour the reception desk, where she finally found one—for the lone elevator in the administrative building at the rear.
Creeping toward the crimson structure, she froze. A nightmare aberration patrolled nearby—one she recognized. It had snatched several players before.
Yet now... it was bowing obsequiously as it escorted Fang Zhiyi into the elevator?
Ning Yi'an’s eyes widened. After a heartbeat’s hesitation, she sprinted forward. "Zhiyi! Wait for me!"
Spotting her, Fang Zhiyi jammed the door-open button. "Hurry up!" he urged, panic flashing across his face.
The security captain observed his finger on the "close" button, once again marveling at human complexity.
"Tch. Too bad." Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "Right?"
The captain nodded, though malice flickered in his eyes.
Unnoticed, blood seeped across the elevator ceiling. A half-melted humanoid figure coalesced, its liquefying hand stretching toward Fang Zhiyi’s head.
"Host, incoming!" Little Hei buzzed excitedly.
Without turning, Fang Zhiyi snatched the creature’s wrist, fingers darting across its surface like a calligrapher’s brush. A crisp snap echoed, and the aberration shattered, splattering back onto the ceiling like gruesome paste.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "Your coworker?"
The security captain gaped. This aberration lacked a physical form—yet the human had obliterated it effortlessly? His earlier plan to ambush Fang Zhiyi and break his arms now seemed laughable. Those serpentine eyes locked onto his, and for the first time, fear—true fear of a human—took root.
Why is he this strong? Only the Dean could handle him now. Maybe the fifth-floor psychiatrist... but that lunatic hated his guts.
Lost in thought, he barely registered the elevator’s ding. A kick from Fang Zhiyi jolted him back to reality.
The sixth-floor hallway was dim, illuminated only by feeble white bulbs.
After a few steps, the captain pointed. "The Dean’s office is there."
Fang Zhiyi raised a brow. "Not coming?"
"I can’t. I’d die."
"And bringing me here won’t kill you?"
The captain shook his head. "Not necessarily."
"No penalties for breaking rules?" Fang Zhiyi’s smile was frost-laced.
Trembling, the captain glanced between him and the office. "There are... but I’d rather not die today."
Suddenly, Fang Zhiyi stepped back into the elevator. Confused, the captain blurted, "What are you doing?"
"I want you to work for me."
"...What?"
"Let me rephrase: Who’s the strongest in this building after the Dean?"
"The fifth-floor doctor, the fourth-floor head nurse... and the third-floor anesthetist."
Fang Zhiyi eyed him disdainfully. "So you’re the weakest?"
The captain flushed. "I’m the strongest on the first floor."
"What about the second?"
"Just incurable patients. I avoid it."
"Take me there."
Thus began Fang Zhiyi’s rampage. From the second floor onward, he pummeled every aberration in the wards until a line of them crouched, hands clasped over their heads.
"Listen up," Fang Zhiyi announced. "When I’m gone, he’s your boss now. Understood?"
To his surprise, the security captain felt a thrill of pride.
Next was the third floor. The anesthetist’s mouth was sewn shut, rendering his mutters incomprehensible. Fang Zhiyi hurled him out the window. The distant thud made the captain wince—falling into the mist meant certain death, even for an aberration.
The fourth-floor head nurse was vicious and unreasonable. She earned her demise.
The fifth-floor doctor, raving mad, insisted on dissecting Fang Zhiyi. Instead, the patients pinned him down, allowing Fang Zhiyi to return the favor—and study his anatomy.
By the end, Fang Zhiyi held five keys—five guaranteed escapes.
transmigrates into the role of a villainous rich second-generation kid in an urban fantasy novel, and gets bound to a god-tier choice system. Right at the start, he catches the female lead stealing exam papers! This triggers the villain's choice options! [Choice 1: Pretend you didn't see anything] [Choice 2: Loudly call her out, drawing everyone's attention] [Choice 3: ...] And thus, a twisted villain is born. To avoid getting killed by the protagonist, he has no choice but to take down all the protagonists first. Jiang Che: Nobody understands being twisted better than me!
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.
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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."
