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.
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?!
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
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!
