"Is this... playing dad again?" Fang Zhiyi picked up a photo from the desk, showing him with a young girl who was smiling brightly.
Xiao Hei replied, "Yes, but this time it has nothing to do with the protagonist."
"Oh?"
Fang Zhiyi lived with his daughter, Fang Xiaoyu, who had just graduated from university. The girl had big dreams and knew how hard it was for her father to support her alone, so she decided to start a street stall business.
Fang Xiaoyu prioritized hygiene and affordable prices, and luck was on her side—her business thrived daily. While it wasn’t a path to riches, it was still better than a regular job.
After work, Fang Zhiyi would often help his daughter at the stall. He respected her choices, but everything took a sharp turn after an unexpected encounter with a camera crew.
One day, Fang Zhiyi had to work overtime and only sent Fang Xiaoyu a quick message to let her know. She managed the stall alone when a man with a buzz cut, speaking in standard Mandarin, approached her.
"What’s the best thing here?" he asked.
Fang Xiaoyu cheerfully replied, "The beef noodles are great! We use fresh noodles made daily, and the beef is stewed that morning—"
"Oh, then... what’s the most expensive?"
Fang Xiaoyu paused mid-motion and looked up, noticing two others behind him—one holding a camera, the other adjusting lighting. A microphone was clipped to the man’s collar.
She realized this was a food blogger doing a review. Flustered, she lowered her head slightly.
"The most expensive is the beef noodles with extra meat... for 24 yuan."
"Alright, I’ll take one."
She prepared the bowl, and the man carried it to a table, where he started eating while talking nonstop into the camera. Meanwhile, more customers arrived, keeping Fang Xiaoyu busy.
Finally, the man seemed to finish filming. "Boss, how much?"
"24 yuan," she answered after wrapping up her tasks.
The man stepped forward with a smile. "Boss, how about I trade you something instead?"
Fang Xiaoyu was taken aback. Trade? For what?
He pulled out a cheap-looking handmade bracelet. "I made this myself. Think it’s worth a meal?"
She hesitated—the bracelet wasn’t worth 24 yuan. Sensing her reluctance, the man fiddled with a small pendant on it, revealing a tiny photo of Fang Xiaoyu inside.
"When did you...?" Confused, her gaze shifted to the half-eaten bowl of noodles on the table. The broth had soaked into the noodles, making them soggy, and chunks of beef had been bitten into and carelessly spat back onto the table.
"Hmm? Boss? Deal? I’m a barter-for-food blogger."
Staring at the wasted food—her father had woken up at dawn to stew that beef—rage bubbled inside her.
"No deal! Pay up!" For the first time, she faced the camera directly and held out her hand.
The man seemed surprised by her refusal. "This bracelet with your photo isn’t cheap—it took me two and a half hours to make."
Fang Xiaoyu kept her hand outstretched. Reluctantly, the man paid, though he looked oddly pleased as he did.
She didn’t think much of it.
But the next day, passersby pointed and whispered. Strangers called to hurl insults.
Soon, she realized—the man had posted about her online.
"Just wanted to share handmade warmth, but this is how I was treated..."
The clickbait title drew crowds. The video showed the blogger trying to trade for a 24-yuan bowl of beef noodles, only to be "heartlessly" rejected by the stall owner. Liu Wei’s dramatic narration, paired with tense background music, painted Fang Xiaoyu as greedy.
"She looks sweet, but wow, money’s all she cares about?"
"Stall owners make bank anyway, and she can’t spare 24 yuan?"
"Disgusting. Deserves it."
Liu Wei’s followers rallied, boosting his visibility. While he gained minor fame, Fang Xiaoyu faced a firestorm.
Harassment escalated—phone calls, onlookers at her stall, even other bloggers livestreaming for clout.
Overwhelmed by the attacks, Fang Xiaoyu broke down. Fang Zhiyi rushed over, shooed the crowd away, and took her home.
But he didn’t know his protective act had also been filmed—edited to make him look like he was driving away customers. The Fang family was now trapped in a whirlwind of online hate, with calls even reaching his workplace.
With the stall closed, Fang Zhiyi told Fang Xiaoyu to rest while he went to work. But mid-scolding from his boss, a neighbor called.
"Lao Fang! Come home now! Your daughter—she jumped!"
Time froze for Fang Zhiyi.
"So... where’s the protagonist?" Xiao Hei shook his head and delivered another plot point.
After the incident, Liu Wei half-heartedly urged people to "stay rational," though he was secretly thrilled—the backlash against the Fangs had brought him massive traffic and inflated his ego.
But his arrogance grew until he crossed paths with the male lead... and kicked an iron plate.
Fang Zhiyi stroked his chin, nodding.
Just then, his phone rang. A cheerful voice greeted him.
"Dad! Business was great today! What do you want for dinner? My treat!"
"Really?"
"Have I ever lied to you?"
"Oh, plenty of times. Like when you changed your 19 to a 99 on that test, or when you told me it was a parent-teacher meeting instead of—"
"Ugh, stop bringing up old stuff! Anyway, rest up—no need to come help today. Gotta go, it’s busy! I’ll bring you something delicious!"
The call ended.
Xiao Hei blinked. "Whoa. You smiled."
Fang Zhiyi straightened. "No, I didn’t."
"You totally did. Like a proud old man."
"What’s that supposed to mean? I am an old man now."
"Fair."
"Xiao Hei, I need a favor. You can handle it, right?"
Xiao Hei tilted its head.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "The male lead has something good on him. Get it and give it to my daughter."
"......"
"Don’t tell me you can’t. If you can’t even do this, you’re completely useless. After all these worlds, I’ve barely asked for anything! Look at other systems—look at you!"
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.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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.
