Fang Zhiyi kept his word, handing over the supplies to the two individuals in front of everyone. He noticed the expressions of regret on some faces.
"Now you see? Violence only makes people submit out of fear. But when you control the resources, they'll make the right choice themselves," Fang Zhiyi remarked casually.
Li Si watched his retreating figure, feeling a renewed sense of dread in his heart.
Back in his office, someone was already waiting.
Qin Weiwei stared at Fang Zhiyi—this supposedly simple and honest man she had "picked up" had now become the de facto ruler of the base!
"Before you speak, think carefully. One wrong word, and you're finished," Fang Zhiyi warned.
Qin Weiwei opened her mouth but closed it again. She hadn't eaten in three days, surviving only on scraps of leftover snacks. Hunger constantly reminded her that the base had changed.
"I... I want food," Qin Weiwei finally said. "Don’t forget, I was the one who brought you here."
"Fourth Brother, show her out," Fang Zhiyi ordered.
Without a word, Li Si stepped forward to push Qin Weiwei toward the door.
"Fang Zhiyi!" she snapped, unable to hold back. "How dare you treat me like this!"
Fang Zhiyi looked at her. "Fourth Brother, don’t be gentle. This is the apocalypse—no need for courtesy."
A flicker of flame sparked in Qin Weiwei’s hand as she tried to summon fire, but only a feeble wisp emerged.
"What’s this? Cosplaying a lighter?" Fang Zhiyi mocked.
Li Si shoved her out roughly.
Five days passed. Some tried to escape but returned soon after—the surrounding area had been stripped bare, vehicles were useless, and without food or water, they had no choice. But escape attempts meant punishment.
The fugitives felt the malice of their former comrades.
That night, violence erupted—two escapees were beaten half to death.
The food distributors continued to withhold rations from the superpowered individuals. They had realized that without enough food, these once-powerful figures were nothing. Previously, the superhumans had at least been fed enough to function, but now they barely had enough to stave off hunger, leaving them weak and powerless.
Qin Weiwei sought out Fang Zhiyi again, this time with her head bowed low.
Pleased, Fang Zhiyi made her Li Si’s assistant, offering terms that excited her.
"From today onward, your sister, Qin Xue, and Wang Wei’s work and rations are under your control."
As time passed, the base transformed completely. Ordinary people, now granted authority by Fang Zhiyi, reveled in their newfound privileges—some even took revenge on old enemies.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t intervene. He pretended not to see.
Lu Jingxiao was dragged out to labor, while Qin Xue, under Qin Weiwei’s watchful eye, was forced into menial tasks. Even Wang Wei, with his broken leg, was hauled out by Qin Weiwei. Qin Xue kept preaching morality and propriety to her sister.
For the first time, Qin Weiwei slapped her—twice. No one stopped her. No one even glanced their way.
Qin Xue’s eyes filled with disbelief, but Qin Weiwei trembled with exhilaration. Was this the thrill of power? Her mindset twisted further.
Li Si was in awe of Fang Zhiyi. Against all odds, Fang Zhiyi had seized complete control of the base simply by monopolizing the supplies.
But tensions simmered, divisions growing clearer.
Some betrayed former comrades for scraps of food, while others, now part of the privileged class, oppressed the weak. The once-mighty superhumans had become the underclass.
Even Lu Jingxiao faced betrayal.
When he tried to escape, someone reported him. The patrol burst in, beat him savagely, and threw him into confinement.
As they dragged him away, he saw his former right-hand man receiving supplies from Fang Zhiyi. Their eyes met—the man looked uneasy but hurried off.
Despair filled Lu Jingxiao. Were these really his allies?
The base functioned in a bizarre, self-sustaining chaos. Fang Zhiyi didn’t interfere, instead delegating power to Qin Weiwei and the other overseers, who grew bolder with each test of their authority.
Then, one night, Fang Zhiyi suddenly called Li Si and left.
Before departing, he handed Qin Weiwei a stash of supplies, putting her in temporary charge.
She nodded eagerly, eyes alight with excitement.
"I have a feeling you’re not coming back," Li Si said as they stepped outside.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him. "Fourth Brother, you’re finally catching on." He summoned a car from his spatial storage.
"But the base—"
"That dump? Let someone else deal with it."
The oppressed masses saw a glimmer of hope—the walking time bomb was gone! But reality quickly doused their optimism. Fang Zhiyi had left, yet nothing changed.
Under Qin Weiwei’s leadership, the overseers maintained the same brutal system—worse, even. Stupid and selfish by nature, Qin Weiwei now indulged in royal treatment.
When Qin Xue saw Fang Zhiyi leave, she tried reasoning with her sister again. "Weiwei, you can’t keep doing this. If we unite now, we can take back the base—"
Qin Weiwei, nibbling on chocolate, shot her a sidelong glare.
Qin Xue pressed on. "Release Jingxiao. You can’t just think of yourself—"
"Guards! Drag her out and beat her mouth!"
Qin Xue froze, staring in disbelief.
Qin Weiwei met her gaze. "You think you can order me around? Drop the big-sister act. Remember—we don’t share the same father."
As Qin Xue was hauled away, she couldn’t understand what had twisted her sister so badly. The sound of strikes outside only made Qin Weiwei’s grin grow more deranged.
Later, Qin Weiwei strolled into Lu Jingxiao’s cell, hands clasped behind her back. Gazing at the man she once admired, she felt a perverse satisfaction.
"Now you belong to me completely."
After Fang Zhiyi’s departure, the base descended into further chaos. The overseers grew harsher, beating subordinates at will. Rations dwindled. To secure her position, Qin Weiwei even executed several superhumans who defied her.
Finally, rebellion erupted. With Fang Zhiyi’s stockpile nearly exhausted, the overseers cut off the lower ranks’ rations to feed themselves. The starving masses revolted—outnumbered but desperate.
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u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
+【Epic Battles!】 "Your Highness, they say Linxi Temple is miraculous. Won’t you make a wish?" "A wish? It should be making wishes to me." "That may be so, but since you’re already here..." "..." "Fine. Then grant this princess a consort to play with." "He must be obedient, devoted, and utterly infatuated with my body—so much so that he’d kneel and kiss my feet." "Your Highness, that’s not a consort. That’s a dog." "Then add clever, witty, heroic, ambitious yet pragmatic..." "Hmm, that’s enough for now. I’ll add more later." After tossing out these words half in jest, Princess Anle departed the temple—only to catch a fleeting glimpse of the Bodhisattva statue smiling at her. Meanwhile, Yang An, fresh out of university, was having a very bad day. Good news: He’d transmigrated into another world with a cheat granting tenfold combat power. Bad news: He’d immediately fallen into the clutches of a certain villainess. Good news: Said villainess possessed peerless beauty and royal status. Bad news: She was absolutely monstrous!!! In the frozen wilderness, Yang An knelt beneath Qin Guo’er’s feet, drenched in sweat despite the cold. Desperately clutching her porcelain-perfect foot—the very one poised to crush his throat—he could only think: How do I survive this?! Need answers NOW!
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
