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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
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."
