Fragments of unfamiliar memories flooded his mind.
Ye Xiao was the male lead of this world, the crown prince of the underworld factions, while he and Mia were merely supporting characters—later becoming Ye Xiao’s subordinates. After inheriting his father’s empire, Ye Xiao met the love of his life, a girl who always wore light-colored dresses. In this bleak world, she stood out like a delicate flower.
He fell hard. Desperate to rise into the upper city, he pushed forward—because that was where she belonged.
Then, by chance, the girl descended into the underworld.
"Welcome to the underworld, my delicate little princess."
The female lead was stunned by this world she had never seen before, and equally captivated by the domineering aura Ye Xiao exuded. In the end, the two became inseparable.
But their union ignited tensions between the upper and lower cities, culminating in an all-out war. Even Mia perished in the conflict. Ye Xiao emerged victorious, stepping forward until he stood before the girl’s father—only to be stopped by his beloved. In the end, he chose to let go. From that day on, the upper and lower cities were unified, and their world finally saw light.
Or perhaps it was only light for the protagonists. Ye Xiao donned the lavish attire of the upper-city nobility and strode boldly into the council hall.
Only Fang Zhiyi, the sole survivor, was left seething with hatred. But alone, he was no match for the male and female leads. Though Ye Xiao became a councilman in the upper city, his grip on the underworld never loosened. In the end, Fang Zhiyi died in the same sewer where he and Mia had once met.
Fang Zhiyi snapped back to reality, glancing up at the sky in confusion.
A mechanical voice echoed in his mind: "Quick-Transmigration Revenge System activated. Plot transmission complete. Does the host have any requests?"
Fang Zhiyi’s pupils constricted. A system? What the hell was this?
The mechanical voice repeated: "Quick-Transmigration Revenge System activated. Does the host have any requests?"
Fang Zhiyi stood frozen for a moment before finally shaking his head. "No."
"Understood." The system fell silent, puzzled. Why wasn’t this host eager for revenge?
Returning to the underworld, back to the familiar sewer, Mia’s eyes lit up when she saw him.
"Thank goodness. I was starting to think I’d need to find a new assistant."
Fang Zhiyi stared at Mia, recalling the future the system had shown him—Mia’s lifeless body hanging by the neck, strangled. The image filled him with restless agitation.
Ye Xiao?
"Mia, who is Ye Xiao?"
Mia adjusted her glasses at the name. "Ye Xiao? Oh, right… the crown prince of the Jackals Syndicate. Not someone to mess with. Rumor has it that after his father fell ill, he took over as heir. A real big shot in the underworld."
She paused, suddenly alarmed. "Wait, you didn’t piss him off, did you?" She immediately started packing, as if ready to flee.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "No, just asking."
"Good. You know how it is down here—where even the cops won’t set foot. These factions are the ones keeping the so-called ‘balance.’ Oh, right, the Roland Sisters? They’re Jackals Syndicate merchandise."
She rambled on.
Fang Zhiyi thought of the people in that small house, a surge of determination rising in him.
That night, guided by memory, he arrived outside the Roland Sisters’ door. From a distance, the system suddenly chimed in: "I can provide the host with a complete revenge strategy, including gaining allies and opposing Ye Xiao. There’s no need to take such risks."
For some reason, Fang Zhiyi felt an aversion to the system’s voice. He didn’t respond, stepping forward resolutely.
"I can also provide combat enhancements."
Fang Zhiyi hesitated. Combat enhancements? He glanced down at his hands, but another voice inside urged him to rely on himself.
When he still didn’t reply, the system gritted its teeth. "For free!"
Finally, Fang Zhiyi answered, "My mother once told me that free things often come with the highest price."
The system fell silent, baffled by this host’s mindset.
Previously, they had entered through the back window. Now, two men guarded the front door, ensuring the girls inside couldn’t escape.
"Hey, kid, what’s your deal?" one of them barked. "Scram if you know what’s good for you."
Fang Zhiyi took a step forward. "Just here to borrow some money." His fist clenched—somehow, he knew this punch could kill the brute before him.
"Huh? You out of your damn—" The man’s words cut off as a cold sensation pierced his throat.
Fang Zhiyi stared at his fist, stunned. The guard collapsed, clutching his throat, lifeless.
The other man lunged up, but Fang Zhiyi instinctively kicked his knee, sending him sprawling before delivering a crushing blow to the back of his skull. The movements flowed effortlessly.
The system was speechless. This host… didn’t match the data. He was strong.
Back in the sewer, Mia gaped at the two trembling figures behind Fang Zhiyi.
"Gods above, you brought them back?" She paced like a madwoman. "This is bad. Really bad."
Fang Zhiyi reassured her, "Relax. I left no traces."
"That’s not the point! If they’re missing, the big shots will start sweeping the area. My scavenging schedule will be ruined!"
Fang Zhiyi almost laughed. Mia wasn’t worried about the Jackals Syndicate—just her mountain of junk.
She didn’t even consider kicking the Roland Sisters out.
In a lavishly decorated conference room, the floor-to-ceiling windows overlooked the crumbling cityscape outside.
"The councilman’s demanding replacements, and he’s not patient," a one-eyed man grumbled.
"Where are we supposed to find them? Those two girls were perfect—blood type, compatibility, everything tested."
"Who the hell had the guts to steal our merchandise?"
"Useless as always, Crow," a long-haired man sneered.
The insulted man, Crow, shot up, ready to flip the table—until the figure at the head of the room pressed a hand down, forcing it back into place.
"Do I not exist to you?"
A young face emerged from the shadows, his expression icy. "Or do you all think that without my father, you can act like rabid dogs?"
The room fell silent. Like it or not, Ye Xiao was their leader now, and no one wanted to give their rivals an opening.
"Search every corner of the underworld. Find whoever took them." Ye Xiao’s eyes gleamed with ruthlessness. "As for the councilman… I’ll deal with him myself."
The meeting adjourned, the executives dispersing.
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
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."
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.
