All of this sent the Xia Kingdom's live stream viewership skyrocketing to the top globally.
The audience stared dumbfounded as Fang Zhiyi dominated the scene, occasionally gasping in shock.
"Is that some kind of Xia Kingdom talisman?"
"An exorcism gesture, right? I’ve seen it in a Xia Kingdom documentary."
"How can he punch supernatural entities with his bare hands?"
"I’m not calling him Brother Fang anymore—he’s God Fang now."
"What’s the big deal? Adam can also fight supernatural beings hand-to-hand."
"Bullshit."
"Adam drew the divine blessing of physical enhancement! That’s why he can fight them!" blurted an overexcited foreign netizen, revealing insider information.
"You Xia Kingdom cheaters! Fang Zhiyi was supposed to be a prophet—why is he suddenly so strong?"
"Shut it! Since when do we owe you an explanation? Who do you think you are?"
Meanwhile, officials were deep in thought. Fang Zhiyi had performed exceptionally well in the past two rounds, but his strengths had always been intellectual. This time, however, his abilities had nothing to do with intellect. Still, they couldn’t afford to waste their precious hint opportunity on such questions.
Every nation’s think tanks were analyzing escape routes. Some teams had already deduced the simplest paths based on Fang Zhiyi’s method of finding keys:
- First to third floors: The exit key was in the security office. Players just had to time their infiltration around the patrol schedule of the security captain.
- Second-floor ward area: Helping certain patients would yield clues leading to a key hidden in a toilet tank.
- Third-floor anesthesiologist’s office: The anesthesiologist spent half his time asleep. With enough courage, players could snatch his key.
But none of that mattered now. Fang Zhiyi had already collected all the keys—except the one in the director’s office. The game had started with ten participants, six of whom were already dead. The remaining survivors now had to rely entirely on Fang Zhiyi’s mercy. The officials from their respective nations scowled, gripping their unused hint opportunities in frustration.
The reality was undeniable. From the second to the fifth floor, almost all threats had been eliminated. The remaining players, who had painstakingly obtained elevator passes, scoured every level—even forming temporary alliances—but found nothing. They couldn’t understand why the building was eerily devoid of supernatural entities.
Their confusion deepened when they reached the sixth floor. The elevator doors slid open, and the trio nearly died of fright.
Two rows of grotesque "people" stood at the entrance, their hollow eyes fixed on them.
"Host, your ‘white moonlight’ is impressive—still alive," Little Hei remarked admiringly.
Fang Zhiyi merely smirked.
Seeing the supernatural beings make no move, the three players cautiously stepped out. Ning Yi'an spotted Fang Zhiyi, her face a mix of shock and delight. "Zhiyi!" She rushed toward him, eager to check if he was hurt, but the security captain blocked her path.
Staring at the creature before her, Ning Yi'an retreated, bewildered. Why was Fang Zhiyi here? What was going on with these entities? Questions flooded her mind.
"Only three left?" Fang Zhiyi stood up, dusting off his pants. "Pity." He pulled a handful of keys from his pocket and dangled them teasingly.
The players’ eyes lit up.
"Zhiyi, you actually found so many keys!" Ning Yi'an’s gaze brimmed with admiration. She had already exhausted her divine blessing for the day and couldn’t use it on him now.
"Friend from Xia Kingdom, you’re incredible," another player—nationality unknown—praised, unable to tear his eyes from the keys.
The last one eyed Fang Zhiyi. "You waited here for us, didn’t you? Now we can leave together."
Fang Zhiyi recoiled as they reached out, and the security captain swiftly intervened.
"No rush. I did wait for you—but the keys aren’t free. They’re for sale."
The declaration left all three speechless. The live chat erupted.
"Scumbag! Profiting at a time like this?"
"I protest! I’ll file a complaint with Xia Kingdom!"
"Shut your trap! Didn’t your lot extort an oil field from Country A last round?"
"Hypocrites."
"If you’re so great, go find all the keys yourselves and sell them!"
Compared to the loss of entire cities, Fang Zhiyi’s asking price was trivial. The Xia Kingdom’s sole hint was even used to confirm payment—a move that left the think tank members feeling surreal.
Upon receiving the prompt, Fang Zhiyi handed out the keys.
Ignoring Ning Yi'an’s conflicted expression, he mused inwardly: So she wasn’t an actress? What a shame.
As the trio left grim-faced, Fang Zhiyi waved cheerfully. "Come again! Fair deals for all!"
"Wait, isn’t Brother Fang leaving?"
"Yeah, why isn’t he going with them?"
The live chat buzzed with speculation—until Fang Zhiyi answered by leading his obedient supernatural entourage toward the director’s office. The door burst open under his kick, revealing a mummified figure behind the desk.
The corpse slowly lifted its head. "So it’s you. Making all that noise outside—here to file a complaint?"
Fang Zhiyi studied him with a frown.
Then—the live feed cut to black.
Chaos erupted in the chat. Many assumed Fang Zhiyi had died, but others soon noticed the stream was still running—just without visuals. The suspense was unbearable.
The mummy adjusted its glasses with skeletal fingers. "You smell... peculiar."
Fang Zhiyi cracked his knuckles.
"There’s no key here," the corpse said mechanically, like an NPC.
Fang Zhiyi lunged like a missile, slamming the mummy’s head onto the desk. He bit his middle finger, drawing a blood sigil on its forehead. Though divine power couldn’t be borrowed, some rules of the supernatural still applied.
A violent explosion—and the mummy shattered.
The security captain looked lost. "The director’s... dead?"
"Damn it, we’ve been tricked!" Fang Zhiyi suddenly yelled. The foul stench hadn’t faded—it was everywhere now, thickening the air. He grabbed two nearby entities and hurled himself through the window, using them as cushions during the fall. Even so, the impact left him dazed.
Through the haze, he saw the security captain leap down too, kicking up dust. The building trembled violently.
A mournful wail echoed as the structure’s solid facade melted, its walls warping into a membrane-like substance. The entire building morphed into a colossal, headless monstrosity—a writhing mass of flesh. This was its true form.
"Holy..." The security captain staggered to his feet, stunned.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a look. "You’ve never seen this before?"
The captain shook his head. "No idea. What is that thing?!"
Fang Zhiyi gave him a long stare before pulling out a key. "No way I’m fighting that. I’m out—you should run too."
"Wait, what—?"
Before the captain could finish, Fang Zhiyi stepped through a door that materialized midair. No way in hell am I taking that thing on.
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ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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?!
