"Many civilians have filed complaints! We must stop Fang Zhiyi!"
"Minister! What should we do?" someone asked.
The gray-haired Minister Zhang stared at the screen, where Fang Zhiyi’s face was smeared with blood, and swallowed hard. "Stay calm. Don’t forget Fang Zhiyi is a strategist. He must have a reason for doing this."
"The U.S. has called to protest! They say Fang Zhiyi attacked innocent American civilians—they’re furious!"
"Are they stupid? Those are just NPCs! I don’t believe they’d show mercy to NPCs from our country!"
Fang Zhiyi carried a shovel in one hand and dragged a burlap sack with the other, leaving a long trail of blood behind him.
He arrived at his destination. According to the original plot, he was supposed to be guided by the townsfolk to this imposing-looking house, meet the troubled homeowner whose worries stemmed from his young son, solve the riddle presented to him, deduce the truth, and prevent disaster when the crisis arrived.
But that was the original protagonist’s path. Fang Zhiyi had no interest in wasting brain cells in this dump.
He rang the doorbell. After a moment, a pale-faced man opened the door and glanced at him. "Hello, may I ask who you are?"
Since no townsfolk had introduced him, the butler had to inquire—standard procedure.
Fang Zhiyi grinned. "I’m here to smash your skull in."
The man froze, his gaze trailing down to the massive burlap sack Fang Zhiyi was dragging—and the human heads spilling out, far too many to fit inside.
"Good God, you—!"
Before he could finish, Fang Zhiyi slammed the shovel into his head.
"I’m not God. Stop yelling." He kicked aside the butler’s corpse and swaggered inside.
Since this was the first global PvE dungeon, nearly every player worldwide was watching. Fang Zhiyi’s sudden massacre left them stunned.
"My God! Fang Zhiyi is this kind of person?"
"See? Dragon Country’s peaceful image was all a lie! A lie!"
"He killed so many NPCs… God help us."
"He must be a demon!"
"See? The supernatural just changed the game rules, and this so-called 'peacekeeper' showed his true colors."
The supernatural livestream remained eerily calm.
Fang Zhiyi whistled cheerfully as he bashed two more servants to death before barging into the kitchen and grabbing a cleaver.
The homeowner didn’t even get to finish his first line of dialogue before dropping dead.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t even bother searching all the rooms. He clearly remembered the doll in the corner was a key item, so he kicked it, watching it fly across the room before praising himself.
The painting on the wall hid a crucial clue—Fang Zhiyi casually slashed it open with his knife.
His next move shocked the world again. Even Dragon Country’s analysis team couldn’t stay seated and used their limited reminder opportunity.
"Fang Zhiyi, what are you doing? Stop this—you can’t clear the dungeon like this!"
Fang Zhiyi ignored them, still whistling as he went about his business.
In the supernatural livestream, comments began flooding in.
"......"
"......"
"???????"
"This human..."
Kicking open the door to the third-floor nursery, Fang Zhiyi hoisted his shovel, grinning wildly. Inside, a curly-haired boy clutched a doll identical to the one he’d just kicked, staring at him in terror.
Fang Zhiyi wiped his face, smearing the already blood-covered visage into something even more horrifying.
"Tch… just a kid." Fang Zhiyi sighed. "I’ll let you go this time. Next time we meet, we’ll settle things—life or death."
The livestream erupted.
"At least Fang Zhiyi has some humanity left."
"I’m gonna have nightmares tonight! This is terrifying! Someone get me a 6'1" college guy to comfort me!"
"Wait, you—"
"Don’t believe him! That’s a dude!"
"But where’s the danger in this dungeon?"
"Maybe the Americans were going easy, but Fang Zhiyi just snapped?"
"We Americans are the peaceful ones! Fang Zhiyi doesn’t deserve the title 'Peacekeeper'!"
Hanks was stunned. Fang Zhiyi had completely abandoned his usual persona, transforming from a detective into a butcher. His heart pounded in his throat, but as Fang Zhiyi turned to leave, a sliver of hope remained—as long as the seed was intact, there was still a chance.
Then, in the next second, Fang Zhiyi suddenly spun around. "Ha! We meet again!"
"......"
"......"
"Dragon Country folks, explain this to me—is this right?"
"Technically, by definition, it’s not wrong…"
"That’s not the point! Fang Zhiyi’s really going after a kid now?"
In the supernatural livestream, countless exclamation marks flooded the screen—expressing the viewers’ shock.
"My homeland has an old saying." Fang Zhiyi wiped his blade. "'The wise submit to circumstances—' Wait, no, wrong line. 'If you don’t uproot the weeds, they’ll grow back when the spring wind blows.'"
The boy pressed himself against the wall, tiny body trembling uncontrollably.
Just as Fang Zhiyi closed in, the boy suddenly lowered his head, his shaking intensifying.
Fang Zhiyi watched with amusement—then struck without hesitation. Only a fool would wait for a transformation!
The boy’s mouth stretched unnaturally wide as a pitch-black hand shot out from within, grabbing Fang Zhiyi’s knife.
Little Hei shook his head in pity. This thing clearly hadn’t seen Fang Zhiyi in action before, or it wouldn’t have dared.
Sure enough, the moment the black hand seized the blade, Fang Zhiyi seized the hand and yanked hard.
The demon hiding inside the child was baffled. Being forcibly awakened was one thing, but who was this guy outside? He actually dared to grab it? And this strength—instinct screamed that leaving its host was a bad idea, but the man outside seemed hellbent on dragging it out. The demon panicked. It was always the one forcing its way out to attack others—since when did humans try to pull it out? There had to be a trap outside!
The livestream fell silent again.
After a long pause:
"Those cunning Dragon Country folks secretly trained this monster!"
"Shut up, you short bastard!"
"Fang Zhiyi can physically interact with the supernatural? Did the Americans nerf this dungeon?"
"Honestly, my first shock was Fang Zhiyi killing people. Second shock was him not sparing a kid. Third… he’s trying to drag the supernatural out?"
"But it looks like the supernatural doesn’t want to come out."
"Was Fang Zhiyi always this brutal?"
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...
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?!
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!
