Fang Zhiyi nodded and plopped down onto the seat, feeling exhausted.
Strangely, there had been no one at the Roland sisters' home, and Mia still hadn't returned. Considering the labyrinthine streets of the lower city, Fang Zhiyi had no choice but to wait.
"Host, I can provide tracking," the system offered, sensing his impatience.
Fang Zhiyi hesitated. Just once shouldn’t be a problem, right?
Just as he was about to agree, Guan Xiong suddenly patted his shoulder. Fang Zhiyi looked up to see a familiar figure approaching slowly, carrying something in her arms.
When Mia came closer, even Guan Xiong’s expression twisted in shock.
Mia’s face was blank—perhaps she didn’t know what expression to wear. Holding the corpse, she simply stared at Fang Zhiyi before finally speaking in a hollow voice: "Can you help me get justice from them?"
Fang Zhiyi met her gaze and nodded slowly.
The disappearance of the Roland sisters had enraged the Jackals, who took their anger out on the girls’ parents—both had already been seized by the gang.
The sisters, unable to remember their way, wandered the streets alone until they caught the attention of a group of traffickers. Recognizing the two as wanted targets, the traffickers grew excited. In the ensuing chase, the sisters fell into a garbage pit one after another.
For Mia, no one knew the landfill better. By the time she arrived after gathering information, only one body remained—the other, she was told, had been buried beneath the trash.
Knowing the Jackals wanted the sisters alive, the traffickers had no choice but to pretend nothing had happened. If word got out, they’d be in deep trouble.
That night, the group sat around a fire, grumbling about their lost fortune. Suddenly, a voice cut through the darkness: "How much is a life worth?"
"A life? Probably—wait, who are you?!" The man barely reacted before a blow struck his chest. His breath hitched, consciousness slipping away.
Fang Zhiyi’s icy gaze swept over the others.
"You looking to die?!" One man drew his knife, but his limbs went weak—along with his companions’. Mei Ming nervously clutched a small vial, peeking out from behind Fang Zhiyi.
A tall, lean figure emerged from the back door, dragging a subdued man. He nodded at Fang Zhiyi.
"I don’t know how many atrocities you’ve committed, so the punishment might not be enough."
Fang Zhiyi leaned closer to the firelight, the flames casting shadows over the terrified faces.
By the next day, rumors spread through the lower city: the human trafficking ring operating near the landfill had been wiped out, their corpses strung up on lampposts. Residents stepping outside were met with a grisly sight.
Ye Xiao, busy settling disputes among his men, received the report.
"All the bodies were skinned—neck down," the subordinate gestured. "But the doctor said it was an amateur job. The cuts were messy, like multiple attempts."
Ye Xiao frowned.
"And the kids locked in their hideout were all freed."
"Find out who did this," Ye Xiao ordered. He had bigger plans—to unite the lower city, giving him leverage to negotiate with the upper districts. And then there was that girl...
A flicker of longing crossed Ye Xiao’s eyes.
The subordinate continued, "We found the Roland sisters’ bodies. Looks like they were taken by those bastards."
Ye Xiao’s frown deepened before he finally said, "They’re all dead, right?"
The subordinate nodded. After a moment, Ye Xiao added, "No matter. I’ve already found replacements for the old man."
In the sewers, Mia handed Fang Zhiyi a communicator. "This is the receiver. If someone uses it, you’ll hear them."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "And then?"
Mia patted her large bag. "Then you do the job. I take 70% of the spoils." She never expected Fang Zhiyi to be so lethal—like a natural-born killing machine.
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at her greed. Though days had passed, the Roland sisters’ fate still weighed heavily on Mia.
His team, however, had grown. A burly man named Wang Meng joined, along with Dace, an apprentice from an underground clinic. With Mei Ming and Guan Xiong, he now had four followers—all future key players under Ye Xiao. The "system" had revealed much of the future to him, guiding his moves.
Since witnessing Fang Zhiyi’s skinning technique, Guan Xiong had become noticeably more cautious around him.
The system still relentlessly pitched its features.
"You’ve already recruited several people ahead of time. Next, you should take over some factions. I have targets for you," it urged, frustrated at gaining nothing from Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi remained silent.
Then his communicator beeped.
He glanced down and pressed the green button.
"My... my brother’s dead. They tricked him into testing drugs. Can you avenge him? I’ll pay any price."
Fang Zhiyi eyed his idle team and slowly pressed the red button.
That night, in an underground clinic:
"Take these for a month, and you’ll get 10,000 Leke," the bald doctor said, grinning at the two men before him. Leke was the currency of the wasteland city. "You’re the right age for it."
The younger man hesitated. "Any side effects?"
The doctor waved dismissively. "Side effects? My drugs don’t have side effects!"
The older man gritted his teeth and pressed his thumb to the contract.
Seeing this, the younger man followed suit.
After scheduling their next visit, the doctor tucked away the contract gleefully. "Heh, this new drug for the upper city just needs final tweaks. The last test subjects were too weak—couldn’t even last half a month."
The door creaked open. The doctor turned to see his former apprentice, Dace.
"Why’re you back, you waste?" he sneered. "Too scared to inject test subjects, and now you’re crawling back for food?"
Dace adjusted his crooked glasses. "No. I came specifically for you."
"For me?" The doctor scoffed. "You should be grateful I didn’t turn you into a test subject."
A young man stepped out from behind Dace. The doctor squinted, sniffing the air. "Sewer stench... and blood. Brought muscle to rob my clinic?"
As Fang Zhiyi advanced, the doctor remained unfazed. "I’m the Jackals’ physician! You dare—" His words died as two masked figures were hurled into the room, crashing at his feet.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
o a martial world and obtained a system that allowed him to draw one entry per year. Unfortunately, all he drew were useless white-tier entries. The probability for high-quality entries was extremely low, with the highest-tier mythic entry having a mere 0.001% chance! To increase the probability, he had to improve his martial realm, but he lacked the innate talent for cultivation. At the age of eighteen, Chen Yi fell into the hands of a gang and was forced into hard labor. Just as his life seemed destined for a bleak end, on his 18th entry draw, he actually pulled a mythic entry—Simulator! In the simulation, he could also draw one entry every year that passed, and upon ending the simulation, he would inherit all entries and his martial realm! In his first simulation, Chen Yi struggled desperately just to survive, knowing that living one more year meant one more entry draw! Finally, with hair turned white, he drew the entry he had longed for—Low-Grade Innate Talent! "Hahaha! Don't bully the old and poor! Time to cultivate and inherit my cultivation base!" ... From then on, Chen Yi continuously simulated and drew entries, his martial realm soaring higher and higher! Epic, legendary, and even mythic entries were gathered into his collection one after another! "What demon race or devil race? What dark turmoil? I don't know anything about that. They just charged at me screaming 'How can you possibly ascend to immortality?!' and got stuck to my fists, unable to be shaken off. Blind spots, speed bumps... go talk to my simulator. We're all struggling to survive out here. I'm trying so hard, so how are they still alive?"
host is extracting the Celestial Bone of the Destiny's Female Lead! The Destiny's Great Villain System has successfully bound!] Mo Tianxiao: "Destiny's Great Villain? Me?" Looking at the radiant Celestial Bone in his hand and the beautiful woman lying on the bed, Mo Tianxiao felt somewhat confused. How could he, a law-abiding citizen, become a villain? Mo Tianxiao: "Fine, villain it is then. With the system here, even a Chosen One isn't unbeatable." [Ding! Detected 18,653 Chosen Ones in this world. Please seize the destiny of all protagonists to become the true Destiny's Great Villain!] Mo Tianxiao: "Seize how many?! What kind of lousy great villain is this? I'm a perfectly good citizen!"
