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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.