When the news reached the royal city, the crown prince finally felt a surge of panic. He gathered his attendants, looted the palace treasury, and fled on his own. Vivian, who had been imprisoned, was once again dragged into the streets by the enraged and fearful populace—they intended to execute the dark witch who had brought ruin upon the kingdom.
At that very moment, hundreds of necrotic fiends performed the ritual of the Undead Scourge.
Screams echoed through the city as skeletal horrors mercilessly hunted down fleeing residents. The kingdom’s remaining soldiers could not hold back the advancing tide of zombies. The fallen soon rose again, joining the relentless pursuit of the living. The royal city ran red with blood.
After a day and a night, the streets fell into eerie silence.
Vivian was still alive—though perhaps worse off than death itself. Countless vengeful wraiths prowled around her, circling as if waiting to tear her flesh apart and devour her.
A figure emerged from the horde of undead, cutting Vivian free with a bone dagger.
"Now begins your hell," came a familiar voice. Vivian looked up and saw the face she knew all too well.
Fang Zhiyi departed, leaving behind a city of the dead and a single living soul.
Vivian could not escape. Her magic had failed her, and the city gates were sealed from the outside. She was left to the company of these malevolent spirits, their whispers and venomous curses haunting her every moment of sleep. When she saw Rhein—now a shambling zombie—in the ruined palace, she let out a broken laugh before dissolving into sobs.
The undead soon spread their terror to other parts of the kingdom, leaving the area around the royal city strangely safe. The slums were rebuilt, and survivors gradually settled there, forming a new town. Its leader was a young woman named Lily.
For Fang Zhiyi, raising a successor was no challenge—he had far too much experience.
Rumors spread that Queen Lily had negotiated a peace treaty with the necromancer. The people praised her courage, for while the undead offered them protection, she provided them with food in return. Every time she ventured into that grim, decaying land, the survivors watched with deep admiration.
Though the undead tasked with maintaining order and distributing supplies were terrifying in appearance, the people found them fair—at least they didn’t demand bribes like the nobles of old. To the oppressed, the undead were far better rulers.
As the undead claimed the empire’s lands, neighboring kingdoms began scheming in secret. They would not tolerate a necromancer’s unchecked dominance.
In the 239th year of the empire, small settlements grew into large cities. That same year, Lily, now queen, proposed a vision of equality and shared governance. She issued a declaration of independence and launched the first rebellion against the undead, led by her newly appointed Captain Ross. The undead were pushed back, and the lands around the royal city were reclaimed—though the cursed ruins of the old capital remained sealed.
The neighboring kingdoms, sensing opportunity, grew restless. With the empire fallen, they saw the undead-occupied territories as ripe for conquest. Yet every incursion was met with brutal retaliation, some even losing their own lands in the process. They couldn’t understand—how could a fledgling kingdom outmatch them?
Human forces pressed forward, reclaiming more territory. The undead retreated, but in doing so, they overran several opportunistic nations, obliterating three kingdoms in their wake.
Lily’s army eventually liberated these fallen lands, and the undead were finally annihilated at the northern fortress. The bloodstained necromancer himself vanished without a trace.
A new nation was born—the Lily Republic. The old nobility was abolished, replaced by elected governance. Schools were rebuilt, offering education to all children of age. Those with magical aptitude attended the Academy of Magic, while others studied agriculture, commerce, and industry. The magic taught was practical above all else.
On Republic Day, Queen Lily, now in her thirties, stood atop a platform, gazing at the cheering crowd. After a long silence, she murmured, "He’s not coming back, is he?"
The now-portly Ross replied, "Most likely not. Brother Fang was exhausted."
"After all he did for this nation, we can’t even record his name in history," lamented another man. They were all orphans, their parents crushed by noble oppression, taken in by Fang Zhiyi—now the backbone of the republic.
"Maybe that’s what he wanted," Ross said, the image of that pale face flashing before his eyes once more.
The republic established a specialized branch of necromancy, though its spells were all modified by Fang Zhiyi. New necromancers were closely monitored, and summoned skeletons were put to work in construction and land reclamation. Some cities even retained undead peacekeepers.
The new republic spanned a third of the continent. With the undead’s weapons, blueprints, and mines, even lightly trained civilians could defend their homeland.
When foreign powers tested the republic’s might, they were met with overwhelming force. Magic-driven iron chariots, shielded by powerful wards, boasted twin cannons firing both conventional explosives and arcane projectiles. Even airborne vehicles, propelled by magic, dominated the skies. The republic’s military barely needed to lift a finger before aggressors surrendered.
The Lily Republic became a dominant power. Even the beastfolk ceased their raids, especially after the republic opened its borders for trade. Learning agricultural techniques from humans, the beastfolk extended an olive branch.
Over time, elves, dwarves, and other races flocked to the republic.
At last, the sealed gates of the old royal city were opened. To everyone’s shock, inside was a deranged old woman—gaunt, nearly bald, trembling at the sight of people.
The aging Ross studied the vaguely familiar face and sighed. Fang Zhiyi was a man impossible to judge.
He committed the most horrifying acts, yet propelled humanity toward progress and hope.
"General Ross," a soldier reported, "the northern division’s magic radar has detected an anomaly."
"Hm?" Ross took the offered schematic. The blurred image resembled... a skeletal dragon?
"Where?" He stood abruptly. "Take me there at once."
Years later, a girl with curly hair stepped off the magic flying carriage and pulled out her communicator. "I'm here. Oh, stop nagging—I'll report to the academy soon enough." She glanced up at the unfamiliar statue of a man standing before her.
"Yeah, yeah, I see it. That’s the statue Queen Lily ordered to be built on her deathbed, right? You guys always claim he was her lover, but that’s fake. Look, there’s an inscription here—uh, ‘Pioneer of Magitech.’"
"What does that mean? Probably that he was the first to apply magic to technology, I guess? Cut down on those sketchy tabloids—they just want to sell you health potions."
The girl walked away, her voice fading into the distance.
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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.
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."
