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.
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?!
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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
