This is a world of the supernatural, but unlike the one Fang Zhiyi had experienced before, this world... has been completely overrun by the supernatural.
Yet, the supernatural game hasn’t stopped—it has merely shifted into what humans call "Phase Two."
The game now pits humans against each other, tasking them with designing challenges for other nations. In essence, it has evolved from humans battling the supernatural to humans competing against one another. Winning the game not only benefits one’s own nation but also weakens others, while granting more "points" to use in designing future challenges.
The audience consists of both humans and other supernatural entities.
Fang Zhiyi was originally a cannon fodder character in Phase Two. As a surviving strategist from the first phase, he held onto one defining belief: that the supernatural were humanity’s true enemy.
Clutching this ideal, he naively hoped to foster global cooperation to combat the supernatural, completely oblivious to the fangs bared by challengers from other nations. In the end, Fang Zhiyi died—branded a "naive saint"—perishing in the third challenge.
His foolishness dealt a heavy blow to Dragon Nation, earning him the scorn of its people. Fortunately, a new protagonist emerged—a college student named Li Dong...
Clearly, Fang Zhiyi’s current target wasn’t the protagonist, who was likely still attending school somewhere.
"I say, can we just eat it?" Fang Zhiyi asked, recalling that this was Little Hei’s job.
Little Hei shook his head. "Devour the entire supernatural world? You overestimate me."
Fang Zhiyi glanced up at the ashen sky. Little Hei paused before adding, "But I should warn you—the agents from the Quick Transmigration Bureau are probably on their way. Or they might already be here."
Fang Zhiyi tensed, scanning his surroundings.
Then, a radiant glow enveloped him, forming a luminous circle at his feet.
"Challenger Fang Zhiyi, entering the American challenge in ten... nine... eight... seven... six..."
A flash of white light later, Fang Zhiyi found himself in an entirely new environment.
He stood at the edge of a small town, its architecture distinctly Western. White clouds drifted across the sky, and the town bustled with residents, exuding an air of peace and tranquility. A mechanical voice echoed in his ears:
"Clear condition: Locate and expel the demon hiding in this town. No time limit."
Simultaneously, Fang Zhiyi’s live broadcast began, drawing a flood of viewers.
"I’m so nervous—this is my first time watching a player-designed challenge."
"This American guy is no joke. He aced almost every challenge in Phase One."
"Do you think Fang Zhiyi stands a chance?"
"Hey, don’t jinx it!"
"Don’t you see? The supernatural gets repetitive after a while—same old tricks. But humans? Their minds are the real horror."
"I’m worried. Fang Zhiyi’s always been about uniting humanity. Remember how he kept sacrificing first clears to save challengers from other nations?"
"...That was good, though. At least it improved our relations with foreigners."
"Pfft. That was then. Now? You really think they’ll remember favors?"
"Yikes... They might?"
Meanwhile, the supernatural viewers remained eerily silent, though their numbers in the corner of the screen skyrocketed.
Fang Zhiyi strode into town, scanning his surroundings. A few residents spotted him and paused, offering friendly greetings.
"Hey, you’re from the East, right?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at them, mentally processing the challenge’s backstory provided by Little Hei. In the original plot, the protagonist barely cleared it—at the cost of an arm.
Meanwhile, the challenge’s designer watched the live feed.
An American official beside him asked, "Hanks, are you confident?"
Hanks hesitated before nodding. "Ninety percent. Dragon Nation’s ace is sharp, but his weakness is obvious—he’s too soft-hearted." He’d studied Fang Zhiyi’s past cooperative challenges; the man had never abandoned a single human teammate, earning him the title "Peacemaker." Hanks himself had once been saved by him.
A pang of guilt flickered, but this was war between humans. Blame your own naivety.
The challenge’s core was a town hiding a demon. Knowing his opponent was Fang Zhiyi, Hanks had gambled with his design. Each challenger started with limited points for crafting challenges, forcing them to rely on cunning traps.
Hanks poured all his points into the townsfolk—ordinary humans. His bet? That the morally upright Fang Zhiyi would never harm innocent NPCs.
"Hey, friend, what are you looking for?" A resident stepped closer, his smile warm and genuine, when Fang Zhiyi ignored him.
Fang Zhiyi looked at him and suddenly grinned. "Found it."
The resident blinked in confusion.
Fang Zhiyi pointed at the shovel in his hand. "Mind lending me that?"
The resident hesitated before handing it over. "Sure, friend. Need help digging? I can—"
His words cut off as Fang Zhiyi swung the shovel into his head.
The resident collapsed like a log.
Fang Zhiyi hefted the shovel approvingly. "Nice weight."
"What the—you killed Mike!" a woman shrieked.
"Don’t worry. You’re next."
The live chat exploded.
"Holy—! Fang Zhiyi just killed someone!"
"It’s an NPC..."
"But in there, they’re real people!"
"Welp, his image is ruined."
"Did the pressure break him?"
"Told you he was a fake saint."
"Oh god, another one! And he’s smiling!"
"That smile is creeping me out."
"I’m reporting this! Fang Zhiyi’s a psycho!"
"What’s he doing now? Oh my god, he’s decapitating them!"
Back in Dragon Nation, analysts froze mid-analysis. They’d been studying Hanks’ data, trying to deduce the challenge’s core. By design, no challenge was unsolvable—but no one expected Fang Zhiyi, the self-proclaimed pacifist, to suddenly slaughter NPCs... with brutal efficiency.
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?
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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.
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."
