Mo Ran staggered a few steps to the side, momentarily stunned.
Everyone froze.
They had seen nearly every possible attack method from demons—punches, kicks, tails, claws, biting—and a rare few even used mental manipulation like charm spells. But!
They had never seen one start by slapping someone across the face.
As everyone knew, a slap didn’t deal much physical damage. If anything, the psychological blow was far worse.
"Mo Ran!" a girl shrieked, her dagger glowing faintly as she lunged forward from the side. Almost simultaneously, a silent, buzz-cut man attacked from the opposite flank, while the chubby guy at the back hurled an iron hammer.
Now that was teamwork.
In the original plot, Fang Zhiyi had single-handedly withstood their assault, wounded three of them, and only died after the male protagonist tapped into his hidden potential, trading injuries for a fatal strike.
The floor shattered, sending up a thick cloud of dust.
Fang Zhiyi’s sinister laughter echoed: "Hehehehe, can you block my Shadow Strike?"
The girl, having missed her target, shouted, "Watch out! He’s gone into stealth!" The name alone made it clear this was an assassination skill from a high-level demon.
At her warning, everyone tensed, senses sharpened.
Mo Ran clutched his stinging cheek, his usually impassive face now twisted with rage. Such humiliation! He’d skin that snake demon alive!
Holding their breath, the group instinctively formed a defensive circle, backs pressed together. They knew how cunning demons could be—this was when teamwork mattered most.
But a minute passed. The dust settled. Nothing happened.
Five minutes later, they all started feeling like idiots.
The chubby guy cautiously took a few steps forward. "He… ran away?"
Disbelief flashed across every face.
They exchanged glances. Wasn’t Fang Zhiyi supposed to be a high-level demon? And he just fled after one encounter?
Well, not just fled—he’d also slapped their leader first.
"I imagined all sorts of ways you might turn the tables—targeting the leader, breaking through our weak point… but I never thought you’d just bolt," Little Hei said, barely suppressing a laugh. "You’re a high-level demon. Where’s your pride?"
"Who says high-level demons can’t run? I know how these ‘Chosen Ones’ work. Even if I fought tooth and nail, I’d probably still die." Fang Zhiyi plopped onto the ground. Thanks to the chubby guy smashing through the floor, he’d slipped through the hole to the lower level—then immediately sprinted upstairs to the roof.
Just as he’d guessed, two backup exorcists were still crouched outside his window, waiting to ambush him.
He did feel a little bad for the family downstairs, though. Their dinner table now had a chunk of ceiling plaster as an uninvited side dish.
Currently, the downstairs residents were loudly complaining to hastily summoned staff, demanding compensation from Mo Ran’s team.
Mo Ran’s face darkened. Not only had they failed their mission, but they’d also been publicly humiliated.
Still, he’d gleaned a clue about Fang Zhiyi. According to the family, after the ceiling collapsed, a man had dropped down, calmly straightened his clothes, pointed upward, and assured them the culprits above would cover all damages—then left with unsettling poise.
This snake demon was far trickier than expected: highly intelligent and weirdly… polite?
The backup team lurking outside hadn’t been useful either. With residents constantly coming and going, no one noticed any suspicious men.
"Wait…" The girl spoke up as they reached the ground floor. "What if he never left? What if he’s still inside the building?"
Mo Ran halted. She was right. That crafty snake must’ve spotted the ambush outside. Of course he’d still be hiding here—maybe even on the roof!
Overstepping his authority, Mo Ran ordered the building locked down for a search.
But when they stormed the rooftop, they found only a message scrawled on the ground:
Kid, bother me again, and I’ll slap you twice as hard.
Mo Ran’s face turned green.
None of them realized Fang Zhiyi was currently lounging in his now-doorless apartment, leisurely taking a shower.
Why would the search team expect him to return to the scene?
As complaints from residents piled up and the Exorcist League received an official reprimand, their furious leader stormed in: "Mo Ran! Clean up your own mess!"
The chubby guy looked guilty. "It’s all my fault—"
Mo Ran clasped his shoulder. "We’re a team. Brothers."
Touched, the team shared a heartfelt moment—until the woman outside escalated her tirade, now threatening legal action.
Mo Ran panicked. The Exorcist League operated in shadows. If exposed, not only would higher-ups punish them, but the public would think they were lunatics!
Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi packed his belongings and headed for the elevator. On the way, he ran into that family again. "Hey!"
The family, now compensated but temporarily homeless, blinked in confusion.
"So? They paying up?" Fang Zhiyi asked cheerfully.
The husband nodded. "Market-rate compensation."
Fang Zhiyi slung an arm around him. "Just market rate? That’s robbery! What about lost wages? Hotel costs?"
"They said hotels would be reimbursed," the man mumbled. "And they claimed to be government officials..."
"Pfsh. Total scam!" Fang Zhiyi scoffed (truthfully—the League was just a civilian group now).
The wife’s eyes blazed. "They dared use the government’s name to bully us?!"
"Nice folks get trampled," Fang Zhiyi sighed. "These types fear scandals most."
As the elevator dinged open, he waved goodbye, smirking at the wife’s sharp, calculating face.
Ah, the power of knowledge—specifically, fortune-telling.
While Fang Zhiyi strolled off, the Exorcist League suffered. For two hours, that woman ranted outside their base, drawing crowds. When their leader tried to intervene, she tore into him mercilessly.
"Mo Ran!" he roared upon retreating. "Fix this!"
The team rallied around Mo Ran, solidarity shining—until her shrieks pierced the air again, now threatening lawsuits.
Mo Ran broke into a cold sweat. If this went public…
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!
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
