At that moment, he heard the sound of a car speeding nearby.
Peering out the window, Fang Zhiyi frowned. "Not coming here anymore?"
After a moment, it dawned on him—Lu Jingxiao must have realized something and decided to head straight to the next location instead. That meant Fang Zhiyi didn’t need to rush. The resort might have farmland, but it was sorely lacking in supplies.
Fang Zhiyi left the food warehouse and found a small cabin belonging to a forest ranger. He released the first zombie he’d ever encountered from his spatial storage, securing it outside the door with a wooden pole through its chest before shutting the door and going to sleep.
The zombie glanced down at the stake impaling its torso. Sometimes, being a zombie was just plain unfair.
But just as dawn broke, Fang Zhiyi heard movement outside. The zombie seemed agitated. He sat up abruptly, eyes fixed on the door—then, in the next instant, a burst of flames erupted, burning a hole straight through it!
Through the smoldering gap, he locked eyes with the person outside.
"Human?" Qin Weiwei muttered in confusion.
Fang Zhiyi froze for a second before plastering an innocent grin on his face. "Yeah, hi."
"Seriously? They just had to track me down?" he grumbled internally to Xiao Hei.
Xiao Hei retorted, "Without you, the protagonist’s team would suffer so many setbacks. You’re indispensable."
"Cut the crap. Why not just give the protagonist a spatial ability from the start?"
"Nobody can possess two abilities. Don’t you know that?" Xiao Hei shot back.
Fang Zhiyi fell silent. He’d dug his own grave.
Qin Weiwei eyed the disheveled man with mild disdain, but at least this Fang Zhiyi fellow had some sense. He even shared his stored food with her, acting simple-minded and guileless.
She sighed inwardly. After searching everywhere, nearly getting bitten by zombies, and finding neither supplies nor other ability users, she’d finally stumbled upon the clues left by her team. She’d taken a shortcut to the resort, only to bump into this survivor—a mere ordinary person at that.
Still, surviving this long made him lucky.
Maybe… she should bring him back as proof? Otherwise, she’d lose face. Her gaze drifted to the half-filled burlap sack at Fang Zhiyi’s feet—the source of the food he’d just handed her.
When Qin Weiwei extended the invitation, Fang Zhiyi agreed without hesitation.
Watching him scurry around eagerly, Qin Weiwei’s frustration from the past two days melted away. She even entertained the idea of recruiting him as her lackey.
Finally, they arrived at the resort. Fang Zhiyi subtly surveyed the surroundings. In the original storyline, thanks to the protagonist’s warehouse, they’d quickly fortified the place with wire fencing and even set up recreational facilities. But now, it looked crude, and the people lacked vitality.
"Boss, no offense, but we have to hit the food warehouse soon. We’re running out of supplies! Ability users can tough it out, but the ordinary folks can’t!"
"Wei Xun! Stop siding with outsiders. Can’t you tell who’s on your team?"
"Wang Wei, enough."
As Fang Zhiyi listened to the argument inside, Qin Weiwei shoved the door open. "Your girl’s back!"
The room barely acknowledged her, except for Qin Xue, who stood up with a scowl. "Where have you been running off to? Do you know how worried we were? You’re not a child anymore."
Qin Weiwei snorted, ignoring her, and triumphantly raised the sack she’d snatched from Fang Zhiyi. "Look! Food!"
At the mention of food, everyone turned. They also noticed the unfamiliar face trailing behind her.
"Weiwei, who’s this?"
Qin Weiwei glanced back. "Oh, him? I picked him up on the way. His name is… uh… what was it again?"
Fang Zhiyi answered meekly, "Fang Zhiyi."
"An ability user?" Wang Wei asked.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head.
"Tch." Wang Wei sat back down. "Bringing in just anybody. Even a landlord would go broke feeding them."
Qin Weiwei’s eyebrows shot up. "Wang Wei, what did you just say?" To her, Wang Wei’s dismissal of Fang Zhiyi was a direct insult to her—though it might’ve been the truth.
"Enough," Lu Jingxiao finally interjected. He glanced at the sack in Qin Weiwei’s hand, then at the unassuming Fang Zhiyi, piecing things together but choosing not to call her out.
"Since he’s here, let him stay. Weiwei, arrange a spot for him."
Qin Weiwei nodded. "Got it!"
And just like that, Fang Zhiyi joined the group.
He was assigned to bunk with the other ordinary survivors, crammed several to a room—unlike the ability users, who were allotted space based on strength, some sharing rooms while others had their own.
Such was the harsh reality of the apocalypse: power dictated status.
With recent failures weighing on morale, the room’s occupants barely acknowledged Fang Zhiyi’s arrival, asking a few perfunctory questions before ignoring him.
After all, an extra mouth meant less food to go around.
The ability users set out again, heading for the food warehouse they’d passed earlier. But by nightfall, they returned empty-handed, their expressions saying it all.
The team’s spirits plummeted. Fortunately, Lu Jingxiao distributed the meager supplies Fang Zhiyi had brought—expired goods and broken rice, but enough to stave off hunger for now.
Lu Jingxiao delivered a rousing speech about their next target, but few responded. After days of fighting, traveling, and coming up short, enthusiasm was hard to muster. Only his loyalists showed any reaction.
And then there was Fang Zhiyi, clapping like an idiot, standing out like a sore thumb. Lu Jingxiao gave him an appraising look, feeling a flicker of approval.
Unlike these ingrates—ordinary people he’d taken in, who now dared to look down on him after a few setbacks! Lu Jingxiao gritted his teeth in silent fury.
The next day, the ability users departed again, Qin Weiwei among them. Once they were gone, Fang Zhiyi announced he’d scout nearby for food. No one paid him any mind.
Fang Zhiyi tried to catch up to the protagonist’s team but arrived too late. He watched them enter the village, hearing their excited shouts from inside, and smacked his palm in frustration. Of course—protagonist luck! On to the next stage!
When Lu Jingxiao and the others returned this time, they were laden with supplies. The camp’s residents gaped in awe.
For the first time in a while, everyone slept soundly.
It almost felt like a brighter tomorrow was within reach.
Lu Jingxiao’s confidence returned. He began to wonder if their earlier failures had just been bad luck—but it didn’t matter now. His priority was expanding the camp. The ability users would fight; the ordinary people would work. They had to unite.
Qin Xue said as much, and everyone agreed. But soon after, the newcomer Fang Zhiyi started complaining of dizziness.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
