Hanks' heart was pounding in his throat, his mind flooded with shock and indignation. This Fang Zhiyi had deceived everyone! He was no good man at all! And he seemed to possess some strange power!
Fang Zhiyi realized he couldn’t drag out the hand—because it was the little boy’s own right hand! Without hesitation, he shouted directly into the child’s mouth, "Are you coming out or not? If not, I’m coming in!"
The demon was stunned. Come in? How? But then it reconsidered—hiding wouldn’t solve anything.
So it crawled out of the boy’s body. Viewers worldwide witnessed the grotesque scene: a child tilting his head back, mouth gaping wide, as a hand emerged, followed by another, then a torso. Horrifyingly, as the pitch-black figure emerged, the boy’s own body gradually vanished—as if he were vomiting out the monster. No, more like turning himself inside out!
But the moment the demon fully manifested, a shovel struck its head.
"Ah!"
No one expected Fang Zhiyi to strike so suddenly. The demon was dumbfounded. As a demon, it could accept holy water being splashed on it, or being suppressed with a Bible. Even a crucifix plunged into its chest would be understandable. But a shovel?!
"I feel physically ill! Demand censorship!"
"Suddenly, Fang Zhiyi’s approach doesn’t seem so bad..."
"Not bad? Everyone knows the dungeon has supernatural elements, but nothing excuses killing residents!"
"Are the Americans insane? Even the supernatural isn’t this deranged! What is that thing? Its entrance was disgusting!"
"Protest! Censor this!"
"Am I the only one curious what Fang Zhiyi will do next?"
"He’s been slaughtering his way through without gathering clues or items... this isn’t like him."
"Foolish human! I am the demon Svetana, the darkness in humanity’s heart. Since you’ve disturbed me, prepare for death—"
Before it could finish, the shovel struck again, twisting its head 180 degrees.
The attack enraged it. "You insignificant—!"
But it froze. Its forcibly turned head now faced the window, revealing the yard outside. From this room, a single tree was visible—unlike the others in town, it bore no leaves, only bare, twisted branches, radiating an eerie aura. This tree was the reason the townsfolk lived in artificial peace, absorbing all their negativity... and why Svetana had come.
Yet now, the tree’s branches were laden with human heads—not hung, but impaled.
With a glance, the demon recognized many townspeople.
Its fury evaporated. It hadn’t even noticed—its power wasn’t growing. It was draining away.
"Clever scheme. The townsfolk live in false happiness, their negativity feeding the tree... which in turn nourished you. If I couldn’t bring myself to kill them, you’d be unstoppable, right?"
The demon kept staring outside, ashamed. It had killed over a dozen people, yet today, it witnessed someone far more ruthless.
"Turning your back on me is rude." Fang Zhiyi raised the shovel again, displeased.
The demon nearly wept. You’re the one who twisted my head! For the first time, fear took root in its heart.
"Oh, looking at that? Quite the sight, isn’t it?" Another shovel strike. Fang Zhiyi’s tone was casual, even resting the shovel on the ground like a farmer admiring his work. "I even took time to adjust their expressions. More natural now, don’t you think?"
The demon, its neck grotesquely contorted, peered at the heads on the tree—each frozen in a stiff smile.
Terror surged uncontrollably. What kind of monster is this? Satan himself would get a tattoo of you!
"Still missing something, though. Needs more... fullness." Fang Zhiyi sighed regretfully.
The live-stream audience collectively gasped.
They’d seen Fang Zhiyi’s actions up close, but now, witnessing the full scale, everyone felt chills.
"Sorry, Brother Fang! I shouldn’t have cursed you earlier. I beg you, don’t hold a grudge!"
"What’s the demon doing?"
"Is it... running?"
"First time seeing the supernatural flee."
"That’s a demon, right?"
"Still supernatural."
"True. Oh—Fang Zhiyi just grabbed it!"
"Censor this! Now!"
"So this American-designed dungeon was a trap for Fang Zhiyi? How vile!"
"But killing isn’t justified! There had to be another way!"
"Wish I could reach through the screen and slap you."
The chat flooded with exclamation marks, obscuring the screen.
"This human is pure evil!"
"Terrifying terrifying terrifying terrifying—"
"I adore his madness. Hehehe..."
Fang Zhiyi, busy at work, glanced up at his masterpiece—the demon’s head now impaled atop the tree, still alive, its face twisted in fear.
Hopping down branch by branch, he stepped back, framing the scene with his hands like a photographer, then frowned.
"Not good enough!"
Human and supernatural viewers alike watched as he dashed to the kitchen, then returned—before setting the tree ablaze from its roots.
The most horrifying part? The tree screamed.
Fang Zhiyi stood unmoved, admiring the flames.
A mechanical system voice echoed: "Contestant Fang Zhiyi has cleared the dungeon. Rating: C. Dungeon evaluation: ‘Psychopathic, violent, serial-killing lunatic.’ Dragon Nation gains a 1% crop yield bonus. America loses 3%."
"A 2% net swing? Even I couldn’t swindle that well." Fang Zhiyi was impressed.
"Dragon Nation earns 100 dungeon design points for future use."
"No way! The tree was the real boss?"
"I thought the demon was the key! No wonder it didn’t end!"
"Americans, come take your beating!"
"Fang Zhiyi’s heart is pure evil!"
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
ng to die together with you." Lin Xuan is dead, his body thrown into the river by his scumbag lover and her accomplice. She, the president of the Su Group, is decisive, ruthless, and ice-cold. For three days and three nights, she had his body fished out of the river, and without hesitation, she kissed the bloated corpse of Lin Xuan. She laid down beside him in a cold coffin, their fingers intertwined, a smile lingering on her lips as she closed her eyes. The noble and cold-hearted woman, only bending for one man—Lin Xuan. Lin Xuan, with his golden finger, is reborn and returns to the day of his wedding to the treacherous woman. Su Qiang comes to steal the bride. Lin Xuan's eyes light up, eager to pledge his loyalty on the spot, but instead, her kiss transfers a glass of drugged wine into his mouth, causing him to pass out... 【Male Protagonist with Single Female Lead】【Yandere Tycoon】【Action-Packed】【True vs. Fake Heir】
