But since the game had begun, Fang Zhiyi couldn’t neglect his duties. He hailed a taxi and bid farewell to the employees who seemed "reluctant to see him go."
By the time the taxi arrived at Happy Residential Complex, contestants from other countries were already facing their first challenge.
"Mom’s Dinner."
The rules stated that players must obey but avoid eating meat. However, "Mom" insisted they eat it. Some rookies from other countries closed their eyes and swallowed the meat, only to suddenly clutch their throats, their bodies convulsing before being assimilated by the supernatural entity.
Those who outright refused to eat the meat were almost all punished by "Mom"—losing a hand at the very least. The least severe case was a contestant from the Island Nation, whose partner, a fellow countryman, refused the meat. Seeing "Mom’s" expression darken, he immediately stood up to apologize on behalf of his "younger brother" and, without hesitation, cut off his own finger as atonement. Only then did "Mom" grudgingly calm down.
Some nations took inspiration and quickly used their one and only hint to advise their players.
The remaining contestants relied on sincere apologies and even activated their divine "Performance" miracles to tactfully decline the meat.
As for Cheng Xiang, the player from the Xia Kingdom, his approach was refreshingly simple.
Without a second thought, he claimed he was on a diet and even whined playfully. Surprisingly, his supernatural "mother" didn’t press him further, merely complaining that he’d turn into a twig if he kept losing weight.
After a few bites, "Mom’s" mood soured again.
"Why won’t your older brother come home? Is my cooking not good enough?" She clutched her head, muttering incessantly, "You and your younger brother are obedient, but your older brother… your older brother…"
As a college student who frequently watched live streams, Cheng Xiang felt as if he could hear his ancestors calling. He knew that once a supernatural entity descended into madness, a bloodbath would follow. Glancing at the "younger brother" beside him, he saw the creature gnawing on a half-raw chunk of meat, flashing him a grin when their eyes met.
Now he had to play games with this thing too? Cheng Xiang was convinced he was done for. The so-called "Luck" miracle he’d drawn seemed utterly useless.
Where the hell was his partner?!
Just as "Mom’s" back began to contort unnaturally, signaling an imminent eruption, a knock sounded at the door.
Cheng Xiang seized the lifeline. "I’ll get it!"
As he stepped away from the table, the two supernatural beings stared at his retreating figure.
When he opened the door, there stood his partner—the legendary Fang Zhiyi!
He thanked his lucky stars a thousand times over.
"Damn it, wrong door earlier," Fang Zhiyi grumbled, rubbing his temples. He’d taken one of the Xia Kingdom’s slots but had no clue about the mission details. His shadowy associates had handled all the reconnaissance for him.
Spotting the young man before him, Fang Zhiyi raised a hand in greeting. "Hey."
Cheng Xiang blinked, returning the gesture. Fang Zhiyi strode past him and positioned himself beside the two entities. "Mom" eyed him warily—there was something unsettlingly familiar about his aura.
With both of them seated, the dinner table regained a semblance of normalcy, though an uneasy silence settled over the meal.
Fang Zhiyi ate like a man starved for days, devouring the meager vegetables in a whirlwind. Cheng Xiang clutched his chopsticks, unsure what to do, and eventually settled for shoveling plain rice into his mouth.
Fang Zhiyi leaned back with a satisfied burp. Heaven knew how he’d survived the past month—living off instant noodles, expired bread, and revolting meat.
Where these supernatural freaks got fresh vegetables was beyond him.
Tossing his bowl aside, Fang Zhiyi scanned the room before pointing at the "younger brother." "You. Do the dishes."
The creature’s jaw dropped, revealing rows of jagged teeth still streaked with bloody meat scraps.
"And go brush your teeth, or I’ll beat you senseless," Fang Zhiyi added nonchalantly before sauntering into the living room and sprawling onto the couch.
Cheng Xiang didn’t dare make a sound, terrified that "Mom" might suddenly snap. But she continued eating as if nothing had happened. Seizing the opportunity, he abandoned his bowl and scurried to Fang Zhiyi’s side. Safety lay with the legend.
"Holy crap, you can do that?!"
"Damn, Fang’s the GOAT for a reason."
"We’re set. Absolutely set."
"Don’t get cocky, Xia Kingdom. The real danger’s still ahead."
"Shut it. Don’t you have your own streams to watch?"
"Their streams are dead. Both their players got turned into mincemeat."
"LMAOOOOO."
Just as Cheng Xiang began to relax, tiny hands grabbed his wrist. He turned to see an eerily innocent smile. "Big bro, play with me."
Fang Zhiyi glanced over.
The "younger brother" hastily added, "I did the dishes. And brushed my teeth!" He bared his fangs for inspection.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "In that case, I’ll reward you—I’ll play with you!"
"Fang Zhiyi’s digging his own grave."
"LOL, that Island Nation guy lost a leg playing with the kid. And Fang’s volunteering?"
"Now I get why it’s a duo game. To clear it, one teammate’s gotta sacrifice themselves."
"Makes sense!"
"Uh, hello? Are you foreigners blind? Can’t you see both entities are scared of Fang?"
"Sneaky Xia Kingdom cheaters at it again!"
Fang Zhiyi hoisted the creature with one hand and spun him like a top. "How’s this? My patented Ultimate Human Windmill!"
The creature shrieked. Cheng Xiang gaped in disbelief.
The night passed quietly. While other streams descended into chaos, the Xia Kingdom’s broadcast remained peaceful. Fang Zhiyi slept soundly. So did Cheng Xiang.
The "younger brother," who’d planned to execute a midnight knock, stood frozen outside their door, hand raised but never landing. He didn’t dare wake the man inside—another round of Ultimate Human Windmill was the last thing he wanted. Defeated, he slunk back to his room. No knocking. Never again!
By dawn, several nations’ streams had gone dark.
Fang Zhiyi stretched and sat up, eyeing Cheng Xiang sprawled across the adjacent bed. "College kids have it easy," he muttered, pulling on his pants and heading out. The sound of chopping meat greeted him in the hallway.
He strode forward, passing the "younger brother," who flinched and ducked aside when Fang Zhiyi waved.
"Up early to chop meat, huh?" Fang Zhiyi observed "Mom’s" raised cleaver, then the cutting board—where a human thigh lay.
"Mom" slowly turned to him, awaiting his terror or fury.
Fear and rage were her triggers. After a night of deliberation, she’d resolved to eliminate this enigma who defied all norms.
Fang Zhiyi stepped forward and snatched the cleaver away, ignoring the increasingly grim expression on the eerie mother's face. "This isn't how you chop meat," he said. "You need to carve it off the bone first." With that, he began his work. The unsettling mother watched as he calmly handled the severed thigh, momentarily confused about which of them was the real monster.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
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.
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."
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.
