Fang Zhiyi was somewhat at a loss as well. He had originally planned to grab a security guard and ask where the property management office was, but who would have thought the guard would run so fast?
He could only head out on his own to search. Fang Zhiyi also noticed that quite a few eyes from the nearby buildings were watching him.
A figure holding a broom slowly approached. Fang Zhiyi glanced at it. The thing had no head.
“Human… hehehe, human…” The strange creature began to grow excited, and the broom in its hand trembled incessantly.
Only then did Fang Zhiyi notice that its head had been impaled on the broomstick and was being used as the broom.
What a bizarre fetish.
“I’ve seen this cleaner before!”
“When? Don’t make things up.”
“There was a dungeon before where this thing was working too!”
“I remember now. It’s terrifying. It twists the participants’ heads off and installs them on its own neck.”
“Hiss…”
But the scene that followed once again overturned their understanding. Fang Zhiyi strode forward without hesitation and kicked the creature down. Then he snatched away the human-head broom, snapped the stick cleanly in two, and finally picked up the strange creature’s head.
“You—you…”
“Smack!”
“How dare you hit me!”
“Smack!”
“Human! You…”
“Smack!”
“Stop hitting me!”
“Smack!”
“Sorry, my hand slipped.” Fang Zhiyi flexed his fingers. “I have one question for you. Where’s the property manager?”
The strange creature’s face filled with terror. Why did this human’s punches hurt so much?
“Southwest corner! The southwest corner!”
Fang Zhiyi nodded. “All right.”
But he had no intention of returning the head to its body. Instead, he tied it directly to his waist.
“What are you doing?”
“Obviously, you’re coming with me. Otherwise, how will I know you’re not lying?”
“I’m not…” The strange creature watched helplessly as its body struggled to its feet, only to be kicked by Fang Zhiyi straight into a trash bin. It nearly burst into tears.
At that moment, a potbellied strange creature was staring foolishly at an old television and giggling. Suddenly, it heard a noise and turned around in confusion. It saw a human push open the door and walk in.
“Community regulations! Residents are forbidden from entering the property management office without permission!” the property manager roared furiously. He casually reached under the desk and pulled out a cleaver, leaving Fang Zhiyi speechless. What kind of property management office kept a cleaver under the desk?
“Huh?” The strange creature suddenly felt its head being removed. In the next instant, the scene before its eyes began spinning, and its head collided with another head.
The two strange creatures let out simultaneous cries of agony.
Fang Zhiyi took advantage of the moment to stomp on the fallen fat manager’s hand and snatch the cleaver from him.
The blade’s tip pressed against the fat creature’s throat. Fang Zhiyi no longer bothered to conceal himself, and a violent aura belonging to a strange creature spread from his body.
“I ask. You answer.”
“Who—who are you…?”
Fang Zhiyi swung the cleaver down. The headless strange creature shrieked, frightening the fat manager into trembling.
“I ask. You answer.”
“Do you know that breaking the rules…”
Another slash.
The strange creature with only a head immediately began screaming. “Just answer him! I’m begging you, all right? Why are you hitting me?” Why did he keep chopping at him?
“Do you know me?” Fang Zhiyi asked.
The fat manager carefully examined the human before him, then shook his head.
“Then do you know Zhao Chengyang?”
The fat manager’s beady green eyes widened at once. His gaze involuntarily shifted toward the television.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head. The old television was showing a TV drama starring strange creatures. The sets were crude, but the actors were putting their hearts into their performances.
“Answer me.”
“I know, I know! I don’t know him personally, but I know of him!” the fat manager said.
What on earth was this man’s background?
“Hmm… Who’s above you?”
“Above me? My superior is… is the Chairman!”
“The Chairman?” Fang Zhiyi tilted his head. “Fine. Take me to meet your Chairman.”
“You can’t meet him.” The fat manager had barely spoken when he saw Fang Zhiyi use the cleaver to lift the unlucky creature’s head into the air. “The dungeon hasn’t ended. No one can leave!”
Fang Zhiyi paused and thought for a moment. “Fine. A few more days won’t matter.”
He raised his head and happened to notice the rules posted on the neighboring desk.
Rules such as “Knocking on the door means certain death” and “Nighttime outings are forbidden” were written there. Some rules had been smeared out, presumably the false ones.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the fat manager. “With a pig’s brain like yours, you think you can make the rules?”
The fat manager was momentarily embarrassed, but he did not dare offend this mysterious man. He knew very well that killing him would be effortless for his opponent.
“From now on, I’m taking over. Understood?”
“But…”
“Hmm?”
“Understood! Understood!”
By then, Fang Zhiyi’s livestream had gone completely black. Ever since he entered the property management office, the signal had vanished. If the livestream itself had not remained open, everyone would have assumed he was already dead.
After surviving the night, Ye Ruoyu finally met up with Lin Wei. The other surviving participants also gathered, and the group exchanged the information they had obtained around the residential complex.
“Looks like it’s still the same as before. We’re all facing the same rules,” Lin Wei said. “I learned something: every household has a safe room. We just don’t know which room it is yet. When we go back today, we should all look for it.”
Ye Ruoyu exchanged a glance with him.
“By the way, what happened to that arrogant kid from yesterday? Did he die too?” someone asked, remembering Fang Zhiyi.
Lin Wei sneered. “People who underestimate strange-creature dungeons just because they drew a good talent never live long. It’s a shame about his talent, though. I’d guess he probably…”
“Young Master Lin, look over there…” someone interrupted.
The next moment, everyone witnessed a scene that left them dumbfounded.
Fang Zhiyi strolled along leisurely with his hands behind his back. The female strange creature from the previous day had clearly dressed up carefully and was following close beside him. Any other strange creature that tried to approach was glared away by her.
“What? Why does he get that treatment?” someone asked, baffled.
“That kid seems to be having a remarkably easy time!”
Lin Wei stared at Fang Zhiyi in disbelief. Fang Zhiyi sensed his gaze and looked over. Their eyes met, and Lin Wei immediately felt deeply uncomfortable. The other man’s gaze was perfectly calm, but… why did it feel so strange?
Before he could figure it out, Ye Ruoyu had already strode over. Ignoring the female strange creature beside Fang Zhiyi, she simply smiled and said, “Hello, my name is Ye Ruoyu.”
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her, clearly uninterested in responding.
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."
g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!
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?"
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.
