"What the hell is going on?"
"Oh my god, check the official announcement!"
"The mist over all the cities that were previously corrupted has completely dissipated!"
"What's happening? Has the supernatural invasion ended?"
"This feels unreal—no way, right?"
"The livestream hasn't been cut off yet."
As all players exited the game, a man adjusting his clothes appeared in every livestream. He casually wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth with his sleeve.
"Uh, well, you all know me, right? So, after relentless negotiations by our Xia Kingdom, the supernatural world has agreed to halt the game."
The livestream fell into stunned silence, an overwhelming sense of unreality gripping everyone.
"Quick, slap me."
"Fang Zhiyi, swear on your life—Xia Kingdom people don’t lie to Xia Kingdom people."
"Ugh, I feel like crying."
Fang Zhiyi raised a hand to gesture for calm, assuming the chatter must be deafening. "Next, regarding the supernatural world’s portals—they won’t be closed permanently."
"We’ll maintain transmission channels in every country. That means the supernatural game will continue, but the participants will now be serious criminals." Fang Zhiyi leaned closer to the screen and whispered, "Send as many as you can."
And just like that, the thirty-year-long supernatural game came to an end.
Fang Zhiyi continued running his chain of convenience stores. By now, he was almost certain of his theory—the supernatural world was a reflection of the human world. Those twisted emotions, malice, and unresolved grudges had gradually coalesced into this realm. The two worlds weren’t originally connected, but thanks to that lunatic’s meddling, they’d become linked. Separating them again would take time.
Soon, a batch of criminals was delivered to the supernatural world.
Staring at the bleak, gray farm, some criminals trembled in fear, while others buzzed with excitement.
But they quickly learned the meaning of despair.
A horde of supernatural beings herded them into cattle pens, selecting only a few with lighter crimes to participate in the games. The rest were put to work—until death, after which they’d be processed into food.
The livestream remained as lively as ever.
"Damn, that guy’s a rapist!"
"No wonder that female supernatural keeps chasing him with scissors."
"The human trafficker downstairs has it worse."
"‘Worse’? More like ‘deserved’!"
"It’s horrifying—a grown man with broken limbs stuffed into a crib, forced to entertain that supernatural ‘mother.’"
"The perfect fate for a human trafficker."
"They’re all doomed."
"Wait—was that Fang Zhiyi just now?"
"Holy crap, it really is him!"
"What’s he doing? Is he an NPC too?" By now, everyone accepted that Fang Zhiyi was supernatural, but that didn’t make Xia Kingdom adore him any less.
"Hold up, look at the sign across the street!"
A bright red billboard stood out: Rebirth: I Opened a Supermarket in the Supernatural World.
"How do I even describe this title? It’s reigniting my love for novels."
"Fang’s business empire is expanding."
With the last criminal’s death, the livestream cut off.
Almost overnight, crime rates plummeted worldwide. Before, criminals only faced prison—now, governments rated offenses and shipped the worst offenders straight to the supernatural world. None ever returned.
Then, something even more surreal happened. After the human world stabilized, the livestream morphed into a supernatural news channel.
"The supernatural world invites Xia Kingdom, X Country, and others for diplomatic visits."
Crowds flocked to watch again.
Fang Zhiyi and a delegation of supernatural beings sat down with human representatives, successfully negotiating aid projects and even securing seeds for agriculture.
"Third High School now open for enrollment."
The livestream showed supernatural children laughing as they entered the school, clutching new textbooks. Human teachers arrived too, each guarded by a fierce supernatural escort.
New buildings rose from the ground. Meanwhile, Cheng Xiang, the permanent human representative, faced a familiar supernatural being.
She’d abandoned her baby carriage, now dressed like an ordinary girl next door—except for her grayish complexion.
Fang Zhiyi walked in, teasing, "Just say yes already."
Cheng Xiang shook his head like a rattle drum. Luckily, the female supernatural didn’t push further—she just showed up daily to check in.
Viewers watched the supernatural world evolve. Tourism opened in the old district, offering humans the chance to experience the world’s largest haunted house and immersive horror games. The venture became a booming industry for both worlds.
Fang Zhiyi exhaled in relief at the sight of green vegetables sprouting in the farm.
This world hadn’t seen living greenery in ages.
Little Hei was still digesting the false god it had devoured.
Forty years later, the supernatural world finally severed its connection to the human world. In the final livestream, Fang Zhiyi and other well-known supernatural beings appeared one by one, bidding farewell to their human friends.
The mood was heavy with emotion.
Everyone had witnessed the supernatural world’s transformation. Though remnants of resentment lingered—and the beings still harbored a hunger for humans—time had softened the chaos of their origins.
Fang Zhiyi knew the link had to be cut. Without him to keep the supernatural beings in check, chaos would return.
Watching a dozen supernatural beings argue over demolishing the old district (now that human tourists were gone), Fang Zhiyi chuckled. Hands behind his back, he gazed out the window at the gray city below.
Human greed and desire had birthed this world. Though the two realms were no longer directly connected, invisible ties remained. Whatever—peace, however fleeting, was enough.
Little Hei, now fully digested, stood beside him. Fang Zhiyi could barely recall its original form.
Now, it was a perfect miniature of Yue Anyao—even the clothes matched, no longer black.
"Heh, host, ready for our next adventure?" Little Hei fidgeted under his gaze, guilt creeping in at the memory of Fang Zhiyi’s injuries. "I’ll pick a nice vacation world this time."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. At least it had a conscience.
Years later, the supernatural world remained chaotic. But at the heart of its gray sprawl stood a towering statue—a man said to have driven its progress.
Well, "progress" might be an overstatement.
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.
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!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
