She and Fang Jianguo had just donated ten thousand yuan to a child with leukemia. The family sent them messages of gratitude, but now they had no money left.
Chen Meihua took Fang Xiao home and told Fang Jianguo about it.
Fang Jianguo was stunned for a moment, looking at his feverish son: "But... I’ve already advanced next month’s salary..."
Chen Meihua pursed her lips and said after a pause, "I’ll have the clinic give him a couple of shots. He’s our son, after all—strong enough to tough it out."
Fang Xiao lay on the cold wooden bed, his mind in chaos, while Chen Meihua posted a long social media update with a photo of the donation, recounting the story of the leukemia-stricken child and urging her friends to join the cause.
Fang Xiao pulled through. Chen Meihua claimed it was because she and her husband had done so much good that their family was blessed—but no one knew Fang Xiao had been left with lasting health issues.
Then, just before the college entrance exams, the hidden time bomb in Fang Xiao’s body detonated. The surgery cost a staggering hundred thousand yuan, but Fang Jianguo and his wife couldn’t afford it—or rather, they couldn’t bear to tarnish their reputation by refusing those who sought their help. So they begged the doctors for conservative treatment instead.
Fang Xiao died like that. The doctor said he had given up on living.
After Fang Xiao’s death, Fang Yang began to see his parents for what they were. He understood how his older brother must have felt.
Finally, one day, he lashed out at them. Fang Jianguo and his wife didn’t understand, but they were in a hurry to meet a student from a poor mountain village who had come to visit them, so they ignored him. Fang Yang ran away from home.
Only Fang Yue stayed by their side.
She, too, found joy in doing good deeds, though her classmates always looked at her strangely.
Rumors said someone resembling Fang Yang had been spotted in a coastal city, but he was killed in a gang fight.
After learning the full story, Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath. "I never wrote this part!?"
Little Hei muttered, "Because these are just side characters. Like I said before, the world fills in the gaps logically. This has happened before."
Fang Zhiyi thought for a while. "What about the protagonist?"
"The protagonist is an orphan Fang Jianguo and his wife helped."
The scene shifted—a luxury car picked up Fang Jianguo and his wife, taking them to a mansion. This was the protagonist’s way of repaying their kindness.
"......" Fang Zhiyi rubbed his head. "Wait, who am I?"
"You’re Fang Jianguo’s father."
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi nearly jumped. "Fine, I’ll go strangle him right now."
"Calm down. Murder is illegal. He’s already married to Chen Meihua."
A neighbor saw Fang Zhiyi packing his bags and asked, "Old Fang, going on a trip?"
Without looking up, Fang Zhiyi replied, "I miss my grandkids." Little Hei explained that the original owner was eccentric—he never visited the city or cared about his grandchildren. Sometimes, when neighbors mentioned seeing his son in the news and praised him, he’d puff up with pride, bragging about his parenting skills. But his presence was always faint.
"You little bastard, your dad’s coming for you!" Fang Zhiyi finished packing and strode toward the bus stop.
"Fang Jianguo, eating vegetable scraps with plain rice again? You’re too frugal," a coworker teased.
Fang Jianguo chuckled sheepishly. "Well, the kid from the mountains wrote saying his grandfather broke his leg. My wife and I were so worried, we sent him some money." He pulled out his cracked phone to show the thank-you letter.
The coworker clicked his tongue and gave a thumbs-up. "You two really are a match."
Only the receptionist muttered, "What if it’s a scam?"
Fang Jianguo heard her. "How could it be a scam?" He scrolled through his photos. "Look how poor they are. See?"
The receptionist lowered her head to eat, just curling her lip.
After work, Fang Jianguo kept texting—urging the kid to study hard and promising to send whatever he needed.
Suddenly, a sharp slap to the back of his head nearly knocked him over. Fang Jianguo turned around in shock. "Dad?"
Fang Zhiyi shoved his luggage at him. "Carry this!"
Fang Jianguo hesitated but took it. "Why didn’t you tell me you were coming?"
"How? I don’t even have a phone!" Fang Zhiyi marched ahead, hands behind his back, then turned. "Hurry up! You trying to starve your old man?" His booming voice drew stares from passersby.
Fang Jianguo hurried after him. "Dad, keep it down."
"Now you’re lecturing me?" Fang Zhiyi glared and smacked him again. Fang Jianguo froze for two seconds—since when was his father this strong?
Inside the house, Fang Zhiyi looked around in disgust—cheap decor, shabby furniture, and... three scrawny kids.
The children stared at him blankly.
"Dad, who’s this grandpa? Does he need your help too?" Fang Yue blinked.
Fang Xiao tugged her sleeve. "This is Grandpa."
Fang Yue gasped. "Hi, Grandpa!"
"Hey, kids." Fang Zhiyi scooped her up, his heart sinking at how light she was.
"Grandpa," Fang Xiao and Fang Yang greeted. They rarely saw him, their memories limited to his temper when they were little.
Fang Zhiyi eyed the boys and gave a stiff nod.
"Fang Jianguo, I ran into Granny Wang after work today. Poor thing was picking through rotten vegetables at the market, so I gave her the groceries I bought..." Chen Meihua’s voice trailed off as she closed the door and noticed Fang Zhiyi.
"Dad? What are you doing here?"
Fang Zhiyi scowled. "What, I can’t visit? His mother died young, and I raised this idiot alone. Now I’m not welcome?"
"No, no!" Chen Meihua didn’t know why her father-in-law was so aggressive, but then again, he’d always been like this.
"I’m hungry!" Fang Zhiyi set Fang Yue down and plopped onto the creaky sofa.
"I’ll start cooking right away!"
At the dinner table, Fang Zhiyi nearly laughed in frustration—a bowl of plain vegetable soup, two salted duck eggs, and a dish of pickles.
The kids didn’t even blink.
"Chen Meihua, you said you gave your groceries to some old lady?" Fang Zhiyi asked sharply.
Chen Meihua paused. "Yes. I swapped with her. An elderly woman shouldn’t eat spoiled food."
"Oh, so I’m not elderly? I can eat garbage?"
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.”
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
