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.
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.
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.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
