Qin Weiwei dragged him back to the room while grumbling under her breath. She felt that Fang Zhiyi had embarrassed her.
But in the afternoon, Qin Weiwei found Lu Jingxiao with a face full of excitement.
"What? Supernatural abilities?" Lu Jingxiao was also shocked and immediately took people to see Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi looked very weak at the moment. When he saw them enter, he just grinned.
"Stay lying down, just rest," Lu Jingxiao stepped forward and examined him. "Weiwei said you awakened an ability?"
Fang Zhiyi replied somewhat sheepishly, "I’m not sure if it is..."
Wang Wei snapped impatiently, "If you don’t even know, then why the hell are you talking nonsense?"
"Wang Wei, enough," Qin Xue interjected.
Qin Weiwei snorted coldly. "Zhiyi, show them!" Her tone toward Fang Zhiyi had already changed.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and reached out to touch a piece of wood on the table. The next moment, the wood disappeared.
Wang Wei’s eyes widened like a bewildered black bear. "Huh? Magic? Where’d it go?"
Fang Zhiyi opened his hand again, and the wood reappeared out of thin air.
Lu Jingxiao froze for a moment before his expression turned excited. "Is this... telekinesis? Or spatial manipulation?" Either way, it was exactly what they needed right now!
Fang Zhiyi thought for a moment. "Maybe spatial. I can see a square room in my mind..."
Lu Jingxiao’s eyes gleamed before he ordered, "Take Zhiyi to a private room to rest!"
As Fang Zhiyi left, he caught the envious and jealous glances from his former roommates.
Moving into a private room with meals delivered to him, Fang Zhiyi finally felt relieved. Over the past few days, to avoid suspicion, he had been eating the same slop as everyone else—half-cooked rice soaked in water! Enough to drive a sane man mad.
Meanwhile, in Lu Jingxiao’s room, they were discussing Fang Zhiyi’s situation.
"Spatial abilities are incredibly rare—no, practically unheard of!" Lu Jingxiao was exhilarated.
Wang Wei scoffed. "So what? He’s just a walking storage unit. Can’t even fight. What’s the damn use?"
Qin Xue countered, "That’s not true. With him, storing supplies will be much easier. We won’t have to leave anything behind."
At that, Wang Wei shut up.
Wei Xun pondered for a moment. "How much can his space hold?"
Lu Jingxiao shook his head. "Not sure. I’ll ask him later. Xue, go use your healing ability on him so he can recover faster and join our team’s expansion plans."
Qin Xue nodded with a smile.
Qin Weiwei, seeing no one acknowledge her, grew irritated. "Hey, I’m the one who brought him here, and you’re just deciding everything without me?"
"What, you want a medal? For picking up trash and calling it treasure?" Wang Wei muttered under his breath, though his voice was loud enough for everyone to hear.
As the two began arguing again, Lu Jingxiao played mediator, while Qin Xue apologized on her sister’s behalf, further angering Qin Weiwei, who stormed out and slammed the door.
Fang Zhiyi hadn’t expected that revealing his abilities would instantly elevate his status—even Qin Xue came to heal him, though he wasn’t actually injured. As her healing energy took effect, he slowly sat up.
"Feeling better? Zhiyi, from now on, we’re comrades. You’ll do your best to serve the team, right?" Qin Xue began her usual spiel about selfless dedication.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Of course!"
Seeing his resolute expression, Qin Xue smiled in satisfaction.
In the days that followed, Fang Zhiyi accompanied the main team on their expeditions. The protagonist’s luck was undeniable—while others struggled to find supplies, Lu Jingxiao stumbled upon them effortlessly. Dried meat beneath collapsed buildings, untouched by scavengers, was discovered when Wang Wei tripped over it.
At first, they asked Fang Zhiyi politely to store things. But soon, it became routine.
"Zhiyi, can you fit this?"
"Fang Zhiyi, come store this."
"Hey, hurry up! This one too!"
If weapons didn’t need to be kept on hand, Fang Zhiyi suspected they’d make him carry those too.
Lu Jingxiao once spoke to him privately. Upon learning that time in his spatial storage was nearly stagnant, Lu Jingxiao instructed him to keep most of their food and supplies hidden there, only bringing out small portions.
From his words, Fang Zhiyi sensed Lu Jingxiao’s distrust toward his so-called "comrades."
Naturally, Lu Jingxiao didn’t fully trust him either. Perhaps due to altered circumstances, Lu Jingxiao assigned an ability-user to "protect" him—though Fang Zhiyi knew it was just as much about surveillance.
His assigned protector was Li Si, a lean but supernaturally strong man who had previously been responsible for heavy lifting. Now, with Fang Zhiyi around, his workload lightened considerably.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t make any moves. If Lu Jingxiao told him to go out, he went. Otherwise, he wandered around, watching others work—behavior that annoyed quite a few people.
One day, Lu Jingxiao led a team out to scout for survivors.
Fang Zhiyi strolled around the resort with his hands behind his back like an old bureaucrat before plopping down on a tree stump in a secluded spot. Then, a cigarette and lighter appeared in his hand.
No one batted an eye at him conjuring items—his ability was common knowledge.
But when Li Si, whose eyes were usually half-lidded, saw the cigarette, they flew wide open.
He watched as Fang Zhiyi lit it, took a deep drag with visible satisfaction, then tossed it aside with mild disdain.
Li Si hesitated for only a second before snatching it up.
"What a waste!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him in surprise. "What?"
Li Si pulled out a crumpled matchbox, relit the cigarette, and took a long drag. For a moment, he seemed to enter a trance.
"Bliss."
Noticing Fang Zhiyi’s amused smirk, he scratched his head sheepishly. "Hardcore smoker here. Had to quit cold turkey after the apocalypse. Sometimes I find a stray, but most days, nothing. Where’d you get this?" He vaguely recalled that none of their recent supply runs had yielded cigarettes—if they had, Wang Wei would’ve taken them.
Fang Zhiyi grinned mysteriously. "Trade secret."
Before Li Si could press further, Fang Zhiyi pulled out an entire pack and tossed it to him, along with a lighter.
Li Si was ecstatic. "This—this—" In the apocalypse, people killed each other over scraps of food. Alcohol and tobacco were luxuries. And Fang Zhiyi had just handed him a whole pack!
"Shh. Keep it quiet. Between us, right?"
Li Si’s face was full of gratitude. To a nicotine addict like him, Fang Zhiyi might as well have been his savior.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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."
