"Old Fang, wake up! Your son is back!" someone shouted. Fang Zhiyi slowly opened his eyes, adjusting for a moment before a sharp pain shot through his head as the plot flooded in.
This was a remote mountain village, isolated and backward, where the villagers clung to archaic beliefs favoring sons over daughters. For the unmarried men, their path to marriage became a nightmare for ignorant young girls—they would buy women from human traffickers to bear children and labor.
Fang Zhiyi’s family had two sons. The younger one was studying outside the village and doing well in school, while the elder, Fang Dagang, worked the fields and occasionally gathered mountain goods. Now that Fang Dagang was of marrying age, he had purchased a female college student from traffickers. The girl was chained in the pigpen, beaten and tormented daily until she finally submitted.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t think much of it—such things were common in the village.
Once, the girl tried to escape but was caught by Fang Zhiyi’s wife, Mei Lanju, who broke her leg.
After that, the girl became vacant-eyed. She once tried to plead for help with the delivery driver from the village store, even offering her body. But after taking advantage of her, the driver reported her to the villagers, and she was beaten again.
The closest she ever came to freedom was during a village banquet when many were drunk. She tried to escape with a few other trafficked girls, but one of them, Bai Xue, couldn’t bear to leave her mother-in-law behind and sneaked back to leave her a letter. The girl went back to find her, only to be discovered. All the escapees were caught—except Bai Xue, who fled into the mountains in the chaos.
Finally, after a few days of feigned obedience, the girl waited until everyone let their guard down. Then, under the cover of night, she took a knife and slaughtered the entire Fang family before setting herself on fire.
"What the hell?" Fang Zhiyi gritted his teeth. "There’s no female lead in this script?"
The system shook its head. "There is. Keep reading." Another segment of the plot unfolded.
The Fang family’s gruesome fate terrified the villagers, who began treating the trafficked girls slightly better. Meanwhile, Bai Xue, who had escaped, collapsed at the foot of the mountain and was rescued by the male lead.
He took her to his villa, where under his care, Bai Xue regained her spirit and revealed her ordeal. But she didn’t know—the man who saved her was the young master of the human trafficking ring. What followed was a turbulent love story of separation and reunion, pain and passion.
In the end, the male lead was moved to redemption. He led his men to rescue all the girls in the village, while Bai Xue stood there like a saint, basking in their gratitude. Afterward, the male lead handed over the entire organization’s list to the police, faked his own death, and fled abroad to live happily ever after with the female lead.
"Damn it! What kind of garbage is this?" Fang Zhiyi cursed. "Do you not have any decent plots?"
The system stretched slightly, waving its hands. "That’s exactly why your job exists."
"Mission objective?"
"None."
"Huh?"
The system explained, "Worlds like these, too messed up for fixed roles or tasks, are just open-world missions. No specific assignments, but you’ll earn points based on your actions—the better you perform, the higher the score."
Fang Zhiyi tilted his neck, bones cracking. "Fine. Got it."
He pushed the door open and nearly collided with a middle-aged woman—Mei Lanju, his wife.
"Go take a look! They’ve already brought her inside!" Mei Lanju paused, then scolded.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and walked to his son’s room, shoving aside the gawking villagers. "The hell are you staring at? Scram!"
The original host often spoke like this, so the villagers just laughed and dispersed.
"Fang Dagang’s got some luck—this girl’s a real looker!"
"Heard she’s a college student too. Cost 5,000! Kid sure saved up well."
"Guess I should start saving for my son."
"More like for yourself! Hahaha!"
Frowning, Fang Zhiyi entered the room and saw the girl, bound tightly, struggling to sit up. Her face was full of terror as she stared at him and Fang Dagang—she knew what was coming.
"Dad, get out for a bit," Fang Dagang urged impatiently.
But Mei Lanju, who had followed him in, said, "What’s the rush? Can’t we take a look at the new bride?"
Fang Dagang reluctantly agreed. "Fine. Look." He yanked the cloth from the girl’s mouth. "Call us Mom and Dad!"
Instead, the girl burst into tears. "Please… please let me go..."
Fang Dagang’s eyes narrowed. He’d heard from Li Zi that bought wives had to be beaten into submission. He raised his hand, and the girl flinched—but then a roar cut through the air. "Stop right there! (Put your hand down!)"
Fang Dagang turned in surprise to his parents. Fang Zhiyi and Mei Lanju exchanged a glance, both sensing something odd.
Mei Lanju quickly added, "You hit her on the first day? What kind of marriage is that? Get out. Let me talk to her." She shoved both Fang Zhiyi and Fang Dagang out of the room.
Fang Zhiyi exhaled. Now he had to figure out how to save her—but it wouldn’t be easy. If he let her go, his family would face the villagers’ wrath. And she wouldn’t make it far—surrounded by mountains and watched by idle men, she’d be in even greater danger.
"Dad, why’d you yell at me?" Fang Dagang grumbled. Though young and strong, he still cowered before his father.
Fang Zhiyi shot him a look. How did this idiot even get born?
"Your old man’s had an epiphany," Fang Zhiyi decided to lecture him.
Fang Dagang stared. Fang Zhiyi raised a fist. "Only cowards hit women."
"That’s it? But you used to hit Mom."
Fang Zhiyi faltered, then punched Fang Dagang. "That’s why I said it’s a new epiphany!"
"Just remember—real men don’t hit women!"
Fang Dagang rubbed his sore arm and nodded reluctantly.
The door opened. Mei Lanju stepped out, smiling at Fang Dagang. "I talked some sense into her." Overjoyed, Fang Dagang stood to enter, but his mother yanked him back. "What’s the hurry? Shouldn’t we hold a wedding feast first? No manners!"
Fang Dagang hesitated, but seeing his father didn’t object, he agreed.
Fang Zhiyi gave Mei Lanju a strange look, then glanced at the now-unbound girl. Before he could turn back, a sharp slap landed on his back. "What are you staring at? Come with me!" The pain made Fang Zhiyi suck in a breath.
Back in their room, neither spoke—as if they’d never had much to say. But Fang Zhiyi kept his ears sharp, listening for any movement outside.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
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."
