"Would he chop me up too?" The eerie mother took two steps back, staring at the unsettling smile on Fang Zhiyi's face.
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at her, their positions now completely reversed.
"What's wrong with you?"
The eerie mother shook her head, then dashed back to her room. Moments later, she emerged wearing a change of clothes, a face mask, and sunglasses—apparently ready to go out. The eerie younger brother also slung his backpack over his shoulders.
"Going out? Then what about this..." Fang Zhiyi glanced down at the half-processed meat on the counter.
"Since you're so well-behaved, finish this for me. I need to go find your father," the eerie mother said. "Remember, don’t open the door for anyone. If you run into trouble, ask the neighbor next door for help. Don’t go outside—your father and I both have keys."
With that, she left with the eerie younger brother.
"Hey, what about breakfast?" Fang Zhiyi grumbled in frustration. Had he gone too far? It couldn’t be—this was the same meat that was a bestseller at his shop. Sometimes the idiot employees couldn’t even handle it properly, forcing him to step in. Wasn’t this just...
Cheng Xiang stared blankly at the cleaver in Fang Zhiyi’s hand, then at the thigh on the cutting board.
Fang Zhiyi shrugged. "Can you cook?"
The livestream chat exploded with comments: "Someone investigate this man!"
"That technique—he’s definitely a serial killer!"
"I think Fang’s approach was spot-on. Did you see how fast that eerie bolted?"
"He’s handling human meat like it’s nothing!"
"The contestant from K Country screamed when he saw the mother chopping meat—then got killed!"
"So that’s why Fang chose to act like this!"
"If it were me, I’d probably act even crazier."
"Is the direct hunting rule for these creatures fear?"
"Pretty much, yeah."
Sometimes, even if you don’t explain yourself, people will rationalize your motives for you.
Fang Zhiyi washed his hands and ate the plain noodles Cheng Xiang had boiled while watching TV—a black-and-white cartoon playing on loop.
"Uh, idol," Cheng Xiang called cautiously.
"Huh? Me? Idol?" Fang Zhiyi was stunned.
"Yeah." Cheng Xiang seemed to have already forgotten how his idol had just been deboning a human leg. If Fang did it, there had to be a reason. "Idol, after this, I’ll get to stay with you. Can you take me as your disciple?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head like a fan. "No, no, no." The last time he took on disciples in the other world, it nearly cost him his life.
"Besides, you might not even get to stay with me."
Cheng Xiang froze. Survivors of the game were usually housed together under official protection.
"Because I can’t go back," Fang Zhiyi said casually, picking his nose.
The livestream erupted.
"What does he mean, ‘can’t go back’?"
"He can’t return?"
"I remember now—last time, the footage ended with Fang charging into the mist!"
"Has he been stuck there this whole time?"
"That explains why his spawn point was different from the others!"
"Holy crap, holy crap!"
"So is Fang Zhiyi an eerie now?"
"Shut up! Fang’s clearly representing us!"
"But think about it—the creatures seem terrified of him."
The livestream descended into chaos.
Fang Zhiyi, however, brushed it off. "No choice, really. Pissed off that director last time, and now I’m stuck here. You have no idea how rough this month’s been—unbelievable!" He’d even gone back to that hospital, but it was as if nothing had happened. The red office building still stood, and the security chief didn’t recognize him—almost started another fight.
Little Hei theorized that places chosen as game zones became "contaminated." It sounded bizarre, but the evidence was there. Even the eerie world could be tainted, and NPCs involved in the games couldn’t leave.
Looked like both humans and creatures were victims.
"Banned from returning just because he offended the director?"
"Cheating! Xia Country People are cheating!"
"Shut your mouth!"
"Fang’s got a point—the eerie world’s full of unknowns."
"How’s Fang even surviving there? My heart aches."
"That world’s crawling with dangers."
The doorbell rang.
Cheng Xiang remembered the new rule the eerie mother had mentioned—don’t open the door.
But Fang Zhiyi ignored it, striding over and swinging the door wide.
"Idol, don’t—"
Fang Zhiyi turned. "Don’t what?"
Cheng Xiang watched as the red-clad, disheveled-haired eerie with a jaw full of spikes crept closer to his idol. Mustering his courage, he prepared to charge forward.
Fang Zhiyi turned back and saw the face.
"What the—?!" He slapped a hand over his own mouth. Cheng Xiang, mid-lunge, skidded to a halt.
Everyone expected Fang to pull off another miracle.
"How many times have I told you? Wear a mask when delivering food! A mask!"
The livestream went dead silent.
The eerie looked miserable. "B-boss... what are you doing here?"
"You dare ask where I am? Is that an excuse to skip the mask? And where’s your ID badge? Huh? The badge?" Fang Zhiyi started patting the creature down.
"Guys, I think that eerie’s about to cry."
"Ugh, reminds me of when I’m late for work."
"Did Fang open a business here this past month?"
"Sounds insane, but at this point, I wouldn’t be surprised!"
"Absolute legend."
"Another half-month’s pay docked!" After the scolding, the eerie slunk away, dejected.
Cheng Xiang stood dumbfounded. Fang Zhiyi clasped his hands behind his back and paced. "Bunch of idiots. I need to head out. You coming?"
Cheng Xiang recalled the rule about not leaving—but with his idol involved, rules didn’t matter.
The two descended the building. Inside the elevator, they encountered three more red-clad eeries. The creatures lit up at the sight of Cheng Xiang—until they noticed Fang Zhiyi behind him. Terror replaced their glee.
"B-boss! Good day!"
Fang Zhiyi scrutinized them before nodding in approval. "You three aren’t bad. Early promotions for you."
The eeries brightened. "Really? Thank you, boss!"
"Want to be even happier?"
Seeing Fang Zhiyi’s narrowed eyes, the eeries weren’t foolish enough to respond.
"Useless. Fine, here’s a task. Do it well, and you’ll be rewarded. Screw up..." The threat in his voice sent shivers down their spines.
By the time he finished explaining the mission, the livestream comments had flooded the screen.
"Cheaters!" "Shameless!" "Long live Fang!" "Fang’s a legend!" "Sneaky Xia Country People!" "We don’t need this!" "Hahahaha!"
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!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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.
