The live stream screen went black.
The comment section flooded with question marks.
Soon, an official announcement scrolled across the top:
"The mist controlling the city's sky has been dispersed!"
Cheers erupted in the live stream—this meant Fang Zhiyi had succeeded yet again!
Viewers from other countries cursed as they exited, while leaders of nations hostile to the Xia Kingdom wore grim expressions.
In K Country, Ning Yi'an was also suffering. Not only had she failed her mission, but she'd also been extorted for a hefty sum. She knew K Country paid only to save their cities, not her. But when the official representative stood before her, declaring she'd be held responsible for the debt, Ning Yi'an's world collapsed.
Naturally, her hatred for Fang Zhiyi deepened.
Meanwhile, the Xia Kingdom's think tank was in chaos. Fang Zhiyi had completed the game but hadn't returned!
After thorough investigation, they reluctantly accepted a grim truth: Fang Zhiyi was likely trapped in the eerie world—and might not survive. The mist outside game scenarios was lethally dangerous. Once, a skilled contestant from Y Country tried exploring it and ended up torn to pieces.
Though grieving, officials accelerated training new recruits. With heavy losses and Fang Zhiyi's fall, they needed backup plans.
Time passed, and the game resumed.
This round required duo cooperation. The Xia Kingdom's chosen were a college student—just an ordinary one—and, bafflingly, none of the trained volunteers were selected.
When the live stream flickered to life, the sight of Fang Zhiyi casually eating ice cream outside a convenience store stunned everyone.
The public, unaware of the details, assumed anyone this relaxed at the start must be formidable.
"Host, the live stream's begun," Xiao Hei reminded.
Fang Zhiyi nodded eagerly. "Finally! I was bored to death." He swaggered to the roadside and hailed a cab.
A blood-red taxi emerged from the thin mist, its driver fully shrouded—clearly unnatural.
Fang Zhiyi climbed in without hesitation.
"Happy Neighborhood. Step on it."
The live stream exploded again.
"Wait, why is Fang-ge’s spawn point different?"
"Yeah, that college student—Cheng Xiang, right?—woke up at home reading rules."
"Same for other countries. Why’s Fang-ge’s vibe so unique?"
"It’s rigged! The game’s rigged!"
"Oh, shut up!"
"But I also think Fang-ge’s being targeted."
Officials remained silent. One staffer asked, "Should we inform the public about Fang Zhiyi’s status?"
A gray-haired man pondered, then shook his head. "No. Whatever happened, he’s still our nation’s hero. Let him decide. Maybe this round will bring him back."
Fang Zhiyi leaned against the rickety door, his mind drifting to a month earlier.
"Something in this damn mist grabbed me!"
"Host, to your right!"
With Xiao Hei’s help, he’d stumbled through the mist—whether by luck or the Golden Light Protection Charm’s power, he’d escaped. The outside world still swirled with fog, but it was navigable.
Xiao Hei warned of a curse.
"Curse?" Fang Zhiyi frantically patted himself down. Dying pointlessly would be humiliating.
When Xiao Hei extracted the "Prophet’s Blessing," Fang Zhiyi froze. "This is the curse?"
Xiao Hei scoffed. "Obviously. Why would they gift you power for free? This thing’s a trap." It pointed skyward.
Then Fang Zhiyi’s stomach growled.
Now he was stranded, worrying about food. He should’ve been back home feasting, not stuck here.
Luckily, the eerie world mirrored human society—some differences, but the logic held.
For example, it had muggers too.
When they saw their target was human, they’d grinned like they’d hit the jackpot—until the hangry Fang Zhiyi beat them senseless and took their valuables.
Watching him leave, the robbers wept. How did a human reek of their kind?
The menace returned, lost. They tearfully led him to a convenience store selling fresh meat, blood, and less popular items like instant noodles.
Dust-coated ramen made Fang Zhiyi ponder.
He had a theory.
At checkout, the clerk attacked—but his hacksaw was no match. Fang Zhiyi hung the corpse outside and promoted the robbers to manager and assistant manager.
A day later, the store’s powerful owner arrived, furious about his employee’s display.
He charged in, confident he could crush the two weaklings—only to find a human and two terrified ghosts playing poker.
By midnight, another body decorated the storefront.
Thus began Fang Zhiyi’s entrepreneurial journey in the eerie world.
When a human-meat factory truck arrived, he tried ordering pork and beef. The rude salesman mocked his humanity, so Fang Zhiyi twisted his head off and hung it like a mascot. The driver fled, trembling.
The factory boss was smarter. Learning the convenience store owner’s fate, he abandoned revenge—why risk angering a madman?
He visited Fang Zhiyi, proposing a partnership.
It paid off. Fang Zhiyi’s business tactics outperformed their brutish methods.
First, he "rented" empty shops for branches. Then he "recruited" street randoms—sorry, "lucky hires"—with biannual pay.
Yesterday, he standardized uniforms and launched new services.
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)
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?!
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
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?"
