The ones arguing were their eerie mother and a man they hadn’t seen before—presumably the father.
"You’re always working overtime! What kind of overtime is this?" the eerie mother demanded, her voice tinged with hysteria.
The father’s face twisted. "You don’t even work, so why do you care? Just take care of the house!"
"Hah, wasn’t it you who stopped me from working?"
"I don’t have time for this!" The father turned and walked toward his bedroom at the end of the hall.
But the next moment, the eerie mother dragged out a suitcase from behind the sofa. "You stopped me from working because of her, didn’t you?"
"What nonsense are you—" The eerie father turned back, only to see her slowly unzip the suitcase. A pale, lifeless hand tumbled out.
"You—!" The father’s face paled as he rushed forward, shoving her aside and frantically yanking the suitcase open. Inside, a naked woman lay curled up, motionless.
"You’re insane!" he roared.
"Hahahaha! Yes, I am! And it’s all thanks to you!" The eerie mother laughed maniacally.
The father lunged at her, his hands closing around her throat. Her laughter choked off as she struggled violently, while the ghostly little brother watched blankly.
"Get it now?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Cheng Xiang sighed. "Yeah, family tragedy."
"You don’t get it at all. The normal solution is to stop them from killing each other, or else..." Fang Zhiyi pushed the door open and pointed at the suitcase as if demonstrating. Sure enough, after the eerie mother stabbed the father twice and was gravely wounded in return, the suitcase moved. The woman inside crawled out in a grotesquely twisted manner, her head lolling limply on her broken neck, her eyes filled with hatred as she glared at the ghostly little brother.
"Originally, this family only had three members. We were just added to make up numbers. If we do nothing and let the tragedy replay completely, we’ll have to face a house full of vengeful spirits. But if we gain the eerie mother’s favor beforehand and step in to help, she’ll protect us from the mistress in the suitcase."
"Oh!" Cheng Xiang’s eyes widened in realization.
"Not that I care, though." With that, Fang Zhiyi rolled up his sleeves and strode into the living room, positioning himself between the ghostly child and the unfolding horror.
"Kid, watch closely. I’ll show you the real invincible human windmill!"
What happened next left Cheng Xiang, the ghostly brother, and the live-stream audience utterly stunned. Fang Zhiyi grabbed the female ghost by the hair and began swinging her around like a ragdoll. With each brutal impact, her guttural "gurgles" turned into shrieks of agony.
Even the eerie parents, who had been ready to slaughter Fang Zhiyi and Cheng Xiang, froze in shock.
When the scalp finally tore off from the sheer force, the entire live-stream audience collectively recoiled with a disgusted "Eww—"
Fang Zhiyi tossed the clump of hair aside in distaste, then turned to face the father, who was pressed against the wall, and the mother, who had retreated to the corner of the sofa.
"Any objections?"
Both eerie heads shook like rattles.
What followed was a thorough family counseling session led by Fang Zhiyi, covering topics like work-life balance and the destructive consequences of infidelity—with the eerie father taking a few extra hits for emphasis.
Under Fang Zhiyi’s prompting, the eerie mother eagerly brought up the idea of divorce.
The live-stream chat erupted.
"Fang Zhiyi is a god! He actually made ghosts listen to reason!"
"Cheaters deserve to die."
"Doesn’t this feel weird? We always thought ghosts were just monsters, but they have the same problems as us."
"Yeah, like the ghost kid still has to go to school."
"And the eerie mother still has to catch her husband cheating."
"Honestly, Fang’s employees have it worse—constantly working overtime."
"Well, ghosts don’t get tired."
Meanwhile, government officials were deep in thought. Under the threat of the mist, their focus had always been on clearing levels and reclaiming cities lost to the fog. But now, witnessing Fang Zhiyi’s absolute dominance, they noticed something they’d overlooked before.
A young analyst murmured, "What if the eerie world is just a reflection of our own?"
Thanks to the eerie protection, many players who had paid the "protection fee" safely returned to reality.
Watching Cheng Xiang fade away, Fang Zhiyi patted himself down and cursed—no luck.
The live-stream hadn’t ended yet, but the screen flickered erratically as if glitching.
The audience watched Fang Zhiyi drag the eerie father and the mistress out of the apartment and head straight for the convenience store outside the neighborhood. The stream finally cut off after he entered.
"Holy crap, Fang wasn’t lying—he really can’t leave!"
"Does it even matter? Did you see how he handled those ghosts?"
"I’m actually looking forward to the next game."
"Same. I used to dread it, but now I can’t wait."
Representatives from multiple nations rushed to Xia Kingdom, eager for two things: intel on Fang Zhiyi—why was he so overpowered, and why could he stay in the eerie world indefinitely?—and negotiations for the next round of "protection fees."
They knew Fang Zhiyi would demand a fortune next time, so striking a deal with Xia Kingdom’s officials beforehand was the smart move.
And they were right.
Because this time, the game’s objective was to work at the convenience store.
When a crowd of players materialized in front of him mid-lecture, Fang Zhiyi froze.
"Fang!" Cheng Xiang jogged over excitedly.
Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Back so soon?"
Cheng Xiang shook his head. "No idea. The next game started after just fifteen days."
Each player held a manual. Fang Zhiyi snatched Cheng Xiang’s copy and skimmed it.
Wasn’t this the employee handbook he’d drafted days ago? How did they get it?
Flipping it open, a line of unsettling red text glared back:
"Employee Handbook (Shop Assistant)"
"Standard operating hours: 8:00 AM to 9:00 PM."
"Time clock only functions at 8:00 AM and 9:00 PM. Punching in/out at other times is prohibited."
"Provide friendly service. Do not provoke customers."
"Red-packaged beverages do not exist. If a customer brings one to checkout, notify the Store Manager immediately."
"If knocking sounds come from the freezer, affix an 'Out of Order' sticker (available in the Store Manager’s office)."
"Do not work more than six consecutive hours. Severe consequences will follow."
"The meat in employee meals is safe to consume."
"Your probation period is fifteen days. Performance evaluations will be conducted by the Store Manager afterward."
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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...
