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.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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."
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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.
