Life went on as usual, and Fang Zhiyi grew closer to Li Si. Li Si began noticing that Fang Zhiyi harbored quite a few secrets—like how he could suddenly produce beer out of nowhere. Li Si distinctly remembered all alcohol being stored under the supervision of Wei Xun, the combat team leader. Clearly, Fang Zhiyi had been hoarding some for himself.
But Li Si had no intention of reporting him. After all, Fang Zhiyi shared the beer with him. In a normal society, he wouldn’t have given it a second thought, but now, he took Fang Zhiyi’s word as law.
Especially when Fang Zhiyi sighed about how well the higher-ups ate, Li Si—who had never paid much attention before—started taking note. Snacks and desserts were prioritized for the Qin sisters, while cigarettes and alcohol went to the combat team’s ability users.
Li Si knew his place. He had made up his mind: anyone who messed with Fang Zhiyi would have to deal with him. People called Fang Zhiyi a mere tool, but to Li Si, he was nothing short of a golden goose.
With this mindset, when Fang Zhiyi discreetly provided extra rations to the ordinary members, Li Si pretended not to see—sometimes even covering for him.
Thanks to his diligence and reliability, Fang Zhiyi was assigned another task the ability users despised: ration distribution. Essentially, he handed out food and supplies to everyone. They all agreed he was perfect for the job since he didn’t need to haul things back and forth.
As usual, Fang Zhiyi tossed Li Si a crate of beer—scavenged from a supermarket run. Li Si grinned so wide his eyes nearly disappeared.
Fang Zhiyi promised to keep it under wraps, and Li Si nodded eagerly, grateful as always. This wasn’t the first time, and Fang Zhiyi never strayed far from the camp anyway.
Lately, however, undercurrents of unrest had begun swirling through the camp.
But Lu Jingxiao, busy establishing their new base, remained oblivious. More survivors flocked to them, and their resource-gathering progress was steady. Soon, the base he dreamed of would be complete.
All the ability users were thrilled.
Meanwhile, whispers spread among the ordinary members:
"The ability users feast on meat while we’re stuck with coarse grains."
"Qin Xue gets chocolate every day."
"Qin Weiwei threw a tantrum and dumped all the beef rather than eat it."
"Medicine is reserved for combat personnel. The rest of us just have to tough it out when we’re sick."
...
Naturally, none of these grievances reached the ears of the higher-ups.
If there was one thing Fang Zhiyi excelled at—in this world or any other—it was spreading rumors and fanning the flames.
Today was the base’s "birthday," coinciding with Qin Xue’s own. Lu Jingxiao was in high spirits, ordering everyone to celebrate. Wang Wei, tasked with organizing the feast, spotted Fang Zhiyi loitering and barked at him to distribute the food.
"Since you’re basically a walking storage unit, just pull it out and hand it over. Less hassle. Now scram."
Wang Wei never bothered hiding his disdain for Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and left.
Qin Xue overheard and scolded Wang Wei half-heartedly before turning back to her preparations. She wanted to look her best today—she’d even prepared a dance. Something told her Lu Jingxiao had a surprise in store for her.
But before Lu Jingxiao’s surprise could materialize, Fang Zhiyi’s "gift" arrived first.
Someone in the crowd flipped a table, shouting that Lu Jingxiao treated ordinary people like dirt. More joined in, hurling curses. Wang Wei, never one for patience, lashed out. His abilities made short work of a few unarmed civilians.
But today was different. The crowd’s rage burned hotter. Then, a voice rang out: "Kill Wang Wei! Take the food and meat!"
Fear gave way to fury, and chaos erupted.
Lu Jingxiao, who had been cozying up to Qin Xue indoors, rushed outside to find a full-blown brawl. Though the ability users were stronger, the ordinary members outnumbered them. He shouted for order, but no one listened.
Then, blood was spilled.
The sight of death ignited long-simmering grievances. The oppressed decided this was their moment.
Li Si, trembling in the shadows, hesitated. Fang Zhiyi stopped him with a hand. "Fourth Brother, you’re not a bad person. No need to wade into this mess."
Sobered by fear, Li Si stared at Fang Zhiyi. The young man’s face bore an expression he’d never seen before—one that reminded him of Fang Zhiyi’s muttered words while sneaking extra food to the ordinary members.
"You—"
Lu Jingxiao subdued a man wielding a cleaver, demanding answers. The man, shaking, spat out their grievances: they were treated as less than human. Today, of all days, the ability users had handed them moldy bread and spoiled gruel while feasting on meat and fruit.
That was the last straw.
Lu Jingxiao was stunned. "When did I ever order moldy bread and gruel?" He dragged a bloodied Wang Wei from the fray. "What did you give them?"
Wang Wei scoffed. "Me? I told that useless storage unit to handle it!" He dove back into the fight.
Realization struck Lu Jingxiao. He bellowed Fang Zhiyi’s name, but no one answered. Only Qin Weiwei emerged, dressed to impress, only to witness their allies tearing each other apart.
Lu Jingxiao sprinted to the base’s storage—where their recently gathered supplies were kept. Though Fang Zhiyi had transported them, they’d been consolidated for safekeeping.
But the storeroom was empty. Every last scrap of material was gone.
The culprit was obvious.
"Stop fighting! Fang Zhiyi played you all!" Lu Jingxiao roared, desperate to rally forces to capture him.
But the crowd was beyond reason. Then, amid the chaos, zombies appeared. Lu Jingxiao reacted instantly, his lightning ability cutting them down. The crackle of electricity briefly restored order.
Surveying the corpses and wounded, Lu Jingxiao’s eyes burned with fury. "Fang Zhiyi! Find Fang Zhiyi!"
The surviving ordinary members stayed put. To them, Fang Zhiyi was a benefactor—the one who’d secretly slipped them extra food.
The ability users exchanged uneasy glances.
Then, a clear voice rang from above:
"You looking for your granddad?"
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.
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
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."
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
