"What the hell is an enema?" someone whispered to their companion, who looked equally clueless. "Is it some new kind of potion?"
"And what’s a rabies vaccine?"
But everyone could tell Fang Zhiyi was insulting Rhein.
Rhein’s hands trembled. He had imagined countless scenarios—Fang Zhiyi accepting his duel, or running away in shame—but he never expected to be cursed at! Some of the words were unfamiliar, but the venom in them was unmistakable.
"You... you stupid waste of space... you..." Rhein stumbled over his words. Insults weren’t his forte.
"I’ve seen toilets in bathrooms, but never one in someone’s mouth. Repeating the same garbage—did you just evolve into a human and forget how to talk? Out of the four words ‘scene evoking emotion,’ you’ve mastered two. Don’t get it? Fine, I’ll carve it on your tombstone! You mutt! If you’ve got nothing better to do, go home and dig your brain out of the toilet. Mouth bored? Go lick a urinal. Stop embarrassing yourself here!"
Gasps erupted from the surrounding students. No one had ever heard such creative insults before. Some even pulled out paper to take notes.
With a roar, Rhein drew his sword, ignoring the academy’s rules, and swung at Fang Zhiyi. Fang Zhiyi dodged effortlessly, eyeing the magic-infused blade with amusement while never letting up.
"You’re really just trash, huh?"
Rhein channeled his magic, certain he’d finish off this infuriating pest. But Fang Zhiyi gave him no opening, weaving through his strikes with surprising agility—though the swordplay clearly strained him.
The crowd buzzed with amazement—not just at Fang Zhiyi’s nimble evasion, but at his ability to shred Rhein’s dignity without a single vulgar word. By now, Rhein had been verbally reduced to a microbe.
Magic condensed visibly on Rhein’s blade, a testament to his fury. As he swung again, Fang Zhiyi spotted Vivian and abruptly stopped dodging. Seizing the moment, Vivian rushed forward and shoved Fang Zhiyi aside. Rhein panicked, but his momentum was unstoppable.
"Ah—!"
The commotion ended swiftly. Academy guards arrived, restraining the enraged Rhein while medics tended to the injured Vivian. Gritting through the pain, she smiled at Fang Zhiyi. "Don’t worry, I’m fine."
Fang Zhiyi remained expressionless. Vivian assumed he was just stunned.
The investigation concluded with Rhein’s expulsion. Fang Zhiyi should’ve faced suspension, but Vivian’s testimony reduced his punishment to a mere warning. It made him reflect on the perks of influence.
When the knight commander’s son was sent home yet again—this time expelled—the man nearly exploded. How had Rhein messed up so quickly? Rhein, fearing his father, pinned all blame on Fang Zhiyi.
Learning his rival was just some slum kid, the commander’s eyes narrowed.
With Vivian injured and Rhein gone, Fang Zhiyi pranced around the academy like a triumphant monkey, jumping into every class and volunteering for every chore. Though his magic was weak, his sudden enthusiasm charmed the faculty, who now schemed to keep him as a permanent apprentice. Vivian’s favoritism didn’t hurt either—most treated him kindly, at least superficially.
Only Ross was genuinely happy for him, relieved Fang Zhiyi might finally land steady work.
Their chat was cut short when Professor Li Mei summoned Fang Zhiyi to clean the mage tower. Normally an apprentice’s task, today’s shift had mysteriously fallen ill. No one feared this "magic-deficient waste" would understand the advanced spellbooks anyway.
By his next break, Fang Zhiyi headed home, planning to check on Lily’s family—only to learn of recent horrors. A dozen men from the capital had come searching for him. Finding him absent, they demolished his home. Lily’s father intervened and was beaten severely.
Staring at the wounded man, Fang Zhiyi turned slowly to Little Hei, who shrugged. "I can’t watch everyone all the time." Catching Fang Zhiyi’s glare, he added hastily, "I’ll look into it."
Silent, Fang Zhiyi rose, apologizing to Lily and her mother before vowing, "I’ll make this right."
Lily’s mother paled. "Don’t do anything reckless. We’ve reported it to the guards."
Fang Zhiyi exhaled. He already knew who was responsible. With a strained smile, he said, "I’m heading back to the academy."
Meanwhile, a healed Vivian returned, annoyed Fang Zhiyi hadn’t visited. Then again, palace gates were hardly accessible to a slum kid.
With this incident over, her plan could finally begin. Using Fang Zhiyi, she’d repel the beastmen invasion, boost her reputation, and pin the blame on the necromancers. Thinking of her betrayers, her expression darkened.
But Fang Zhiyi never came back—or so Ross told her. He’d cleared out his dorm, taking even the bedsheet. Staring at the barren room, Vivian sensed her schemes unraveling.
In the Neke family territory, the brooding lord debated siring another heir when a servant burst in.
"My lord! Outside! It’s—!"
"Spit it out, or I’ll cut your tongue!" the lord snapped. The servant gulped. His master had grown even crueler since the young master’s disappearance.
"The young master—he’s returned!"
The lord bolted up, his bulky frame moving with unexpected speed.
"But..." The servant eyed the silverware on the table. Maybe fleeing was wiser.
Stepping outside, the lord knew today was cursed.
Before his castle stood ranks upon ranks of the undead. Even a fool could feel the darkness radiating from them.
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?!
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"
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!
