Before entering the portal to the next world, Little Hei suddenly asked, "You could achieve immortality—true immortality, in every sense of the word."
Fang Zhiyi stared at the distorted passage ahead and replied, "I’ve told you before. Over time, I’ve realized my human emotions are slipping away. I know I’m human, but traveling through these worlds with you, seeing so many faces and emotions, has made me start looking down on humanity just like you do."
He thought of Prince Huai. "Sometimes, it feels like I’m just acting out the roles you’ve assigned me. The joy, anger, sorrow—it’s all performative. What’s the point of living forever if it’s meaningless?"
"So, while I can still think about my identity as a human, I’m making this request."
Little Hei fell silent for a moment before responding, "Finish this world, and I’ll send you back to your own."
But when Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, his perspective felt off. He shifted slightly—only to find his entire body floating.
"Seriously? A ghost again?"
Little Hei’s voice echoed from a distance. "No, you’re a system now."
"A what? A system?"
"Exactly. You’re the system for a transmigrated woman."
"Wait, why am I the system? Doesn’t she have her own?"
Little Hei hesitated. "Well... I kinda ate hers."
"You—"
"It saw us when we were leaving. Letting it live would’ve caused trouble."
Fang Zhiyi was speechless. "Okay, but systems need functions. Aren’t you giving me any of your powers?"
"Can’t share them... But I believe in you. You did well in the last world, didn’t you?" Little Hei’s voice grew fainter. "This is the Great Qi Dynasty. Remember that..." A flood of plot details rushed into Fang Zhiyi’s mind.
This was a transmigration farming story.
The female lead, Sun Yuwei, was a livestreamer who woke up in the Great Qi Dynasty after falling ill post-stream, now a widow with a terrible reputation—harsh, shrewish, and cruel to her late husbands’ children.
Sun Yuwei adapted quickly, especially after discovering her bracelet contained a spiritual spring space.
She began her rise to success: catching fish in the river, smoking them for sale, earning her first fortune. Then came her signature braised dishes, scaling up her business while securing bright futures for the children. She moved like a protagonist with cheat codes—even stumbling upon an ancient tomb while hunting wild boars, its treasures funding her lavish lifestyle. Later, she saved the Ninth Prince, earning his unwavering devotion. After relentless pursuit, she agreed to marry him, and her children thrived, one even becoming the top scholar in the imperial exams.
A picture-perfect happy ending.
But to Fang Zhiyi, it was absurd. "A prince? Obsessed with a widow?"
Little Hei’s explanation: the spiritual spring kept her looking youthful and radiant.
Originally, Fang Zhiyi was supposed to inhabit the body of a man sharing his name, but due to the mishap, he was stuck as a system.
Every flawless protagonist needs a tragic foil.
This world had two transmigrators—the other being Wen Yan, a recent college graduate with little wit, who now lay unconscious below Fang Zhiyi. She’d crossed into the body of Sun Yuwei’s sister-in-law, historically at odds with her. Without system points to exchange for advantages, Wen Yan struggled to survive. Sun Yuwei, inheriting her host’s memories, despised the "rude" sister-in-law, blaming the entire Wen family for past mistreatment. "Since I’ve taken over this body," she reasoned, "I’ll avenge her." She sabotaged the Wens at every turn, escalating the feud between the two transmigrators.
Yet Wen Yan never noticed Sun Yuwei’s strangeness—until her system warned her: to live comfortably, she needed the bracelet. From then on, Wen Yan schemed relentlessly to steal it, only to be outmaneuvered each time. Fang Zhiyi, betrothed to Wen Yan, tried to defend her.
The result? Both were humiliated. Sun Yuwei uncovered Wen Yan’s transmigrator status—and her system. With her protagonist halo and connections, she orchestrated Fang Zhiyi’s brutal death and left Wen Yan destitute, even abandoned by her system. Sun Yuwei, now wielding both space and system, became the ultimate victor.
Wen Yan? Reduced to the brainless, villainous fool.
Fang Zhiyi sighed as the woman beneath him stirred. Wen Yan blinked dazedly. "Where... am I?" She touched the straw beneath her, frowned at her coarse clothing, then gasped.
"I transmigrated?" As a modern woman, she’d read countless transmigration novels—and now she was the protagonist!
Fang Zhiyi spoke dryly, "Welcome to the journey."
"Who’s there?" Wen Yan turned and gaped at the floating... orb? "You’re my system, right? Hah! I knew no transmigrator goes without one! Where’s my newbie gift pack?"
"None."
"Then... a space?"
"Nope."
"Ugh, fine. At least give me the plot summary."
Fang Zhiyi sighed. "No can do."
Wen Yan stared in disbelief. "Then what can you do?"
After a pause, he answered, "Stop you from doing stupid things."
"Waaah! I want to go home!" An elderly woman entered, smiling gently. "You’re awake? Come eat. There’s fieldwork after."
Fang Zhiyi stayed silent, observing. So this is how Little Hei saw things. Interesting.
Wen Yan wanted to scream. She’d sorted through her host’s memories—this was her "mother." But her temper flared. "I don’t—" Before she could finish, Fang Zhiyi cut in, "If you act strange, they’ll think you’re possessed. And trust me, in this era, they will believe it."
She clamped her mouth shut and nodded meekly. The old woman patted her shoulder and left.
"I studied agriculture, but you brought me here to farm? That’s just cruel."
Grumbling, Wen Yan trudged outside. The plain noodles on the rickety table looked unappetizing, but under Fang Zhiyi’s warning gaze, she forced herself to eat.