Fang Zhiyi looked at him—this minister was a good man, loyal to the country, caring toward his subordinates, and never one for empty gestures.
"Some schools don’t tie graduation to grades. Handing in a blank paper won’t stop you from graduating... it’ll just look bad on your record," Fang Zhiyi said as he walked away. "After all, with so few points, you can’t summon anything too powerful..."
The minister’s jaw dropped. He hadn’t expected the conditions for passing to be so simple! Everyone had overcomplicated it! But what shocked him even more was that Fang Zhiyi dared to leave such a glaring loophole out in the open!
Watching Fang Zhiyi’s retreating figure, he shook his head and glanced around once more to ensure no one was nearby before leaving in relief.
Generally speaking, even in a dungeon with no time limit, you couldn’t just idle forever. As time passed, the supernatural forces within would grow stronger, and the chances of survival for those trapped inside would dwindle until they either perished or were assimilated by the eerie forces.
Fang Zhiyi knew full well that a normal dungeon would likely be cleared easily. After all, his opponents weren’t natives. Meanwhile, the challenges from other countries continued, though what had once been two questions had now multiplied into dozens. Mei Lin’s expression had turned numb and vacant—losing her system had been a blow. Faced with questions that might as well have been written in an alien language, her spirit was on the verge of collapse. At first, she could still resist the encroaching supernatural forces with her mental strength, but now, she was barely holding on.
Before Fang Zhiyi could fully enjoy his vacation, a blinding white light flashed, followed by the sound of a countdown.
"Seriously...?" Fang Zhiyi sighed, tossing aside his game controller. Getting a chance to play was rare enough as it was.
As he vanished, the live broadcast in Dragon Nation resumed.
A flood of viewers poured in. There were all sorts of rumors about Fang Zhiyi among the public, but the official statement was that he was unharmed. Naturally, this only fueled everyone’s intense curiosity. After watching a few rounds of dungeon competitions between humans, the people finally understood the situation—no wonder Fang Zhiyi had suddenly changed so drastically. Humans were far more terrifying than the supernatural!
Meanwhile, the supernatural live stream was also flooded with eerie entities.
This human, Fang Zhiyi, had piqued their interest immensely.
"Finally, this guy’s back."
"Last time, my kid was so scared he didn’t eat for days."
"You don’t think he’s actually one of us, do you?"
The dilapidated house had a vaguely familiar style. The tree in the courtyard swayed in the wind, almost as if it were alive.
Fang Zhiyi blinked and looked down at his clothes—a full suit—then at the file folder in his hand. He lifted it for a glance.
"Mission Objective: Uncover the past of the abandoned old house and pacify ‘that thing.’ Warning! From the moment you step inside, it will latch onto you. Good luck. Time Limit: Three days."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. He remembered now—this felt like a plot straight out of an island nation’s horror stories.
"Damn, the Chrysanthemum Nation’s dungeon looks seriously creepy."
"Not gonna lie, their horror movies are legit terrifying. The stuff in there doesn’t play by any rules."
"Think Fang Zhiyi can handle this?"
Meanwhile, high-ranking officials in the Chrysanthemum Nation were all glued to their screens.
"Kojima, do you think this Dragon Nation contestant can clear it?" an old man asked.
Kojima bowed slightly before answering. "This dungeon is the culmination of our nation’s top horror screenwriters’ efforts. Even if he’s a bloodthirsty madman, there’s no way he’ll make it through."
The old man burst into laughter. "Dragon Nation’s been putting on this act of unity and goodwill—what a joke. This time, we’ll seize their national fortune!"
"Yes, sir!" Kojima glanced at the man on the screen, who seemed lost in thought. Though Fang Zhiyi had once helped him, for the sake of the nation, he had no choice but to strike without mercy.
Back in Dragon Nation, the analyst team was already hard at work, scouring through Chrysanthemum Nation’s horror films and novels for clues to break the dungeon’s curse.
Just then, Fang Zhiyi moved.
Everyone watched nervously as he... turned around and walked away.
"What kind of nonsense is this? ‘You’ll be haunted the moment you step inside’? Then why the hell would I go in?" Fang Zhiyi muttered under his breath.
The live chat was instantly flooded with ellipses.
Fang Zhiyi zigzagged through the streets until he reached the main road, then began exploring with great interest.
"Whoa, never tried this before. Let’s give it a taste."
"This looks fun. One order, please."
"Hey, beautiful, wanna take a stroll by the beach?"
The audience watched as Fang Zhiyi switched into full tourist mode.
"Okay, I’m all for this food vlog vibe, but is it safe to eat stuff inside a supernatural dungeon?" someone finally pointed out. But Fang Zhiyi showed no signs of distress.
Of course, Fang Zhiyi wasn’t actually eating—most of the food ended up in Little Black’s mouth.
He wasn’t worried. The original protagonist of this dungeon had cleared it too, though he’d gotten injured saving a character, which led to his death in the next dungeon.
Like hell I’d tell you guys I’ve got cheats.
"Fang Zhiyi!" A middle-aged man with a dark expression suddenly appeared in front of him. Wearing black-framed glasses, he stormed toward Fang Zhiyi, visibly furious.
"You were supposed to take photos of the house for sale. What are you doing here, fooling around?"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him, then smirked. "I did go."
"You went?" The man frowned. "Then where are the photos?"
"Didn’t take any."
"Didn’t take any?" The man’s anger flared again. "Do you even want this job?"
Slap!
The sound of the strike left the man stunned.
"What’re you gonna do if I quit, huh?" Fang Zhiyi taunted.
"You—!" The man was about to explode, but then something seemed to occur to him. "You have to take those photos. Our shop’s reputation is on the line."
Fang Zhiyi pretended to think for a moment. "Fine. But I can’t find the way back."
The man blinked. He got lost? Is this guy an idiot?
But seeing Fang Zhiyi’s innocent expression, he had no choice but to lead him back, scowling all the while. Whatever. That cursed house kills everyone who enters. At least this slap won’t go unanswered.
After a series of twists and turns, they arrived at the house.
"Here. Now go inside and take the photos. I’ll—" His words were cut short.
Fang Zhiyi kicked him square in the rear.
The man stumbled forward and face-planted onto the ground. He scrambled up, ready to curse, but then realization dawned.
"I didn’t mean to! I didn’t mean to!" he shrieked, frantically apologizing to the empty air before bolting away at top speed.
The live stream fell into dead silence.
pression Bureau] Transported to a fantasy world overrun by demons and monsters, Gu Qingfeng becomes a jailer in the Demon Suppression Prison of the Great Yan Dynasty's Demon Suppression Bureau. From this point on, bizarre cases frequently occur in the Demon Suppression Prison, once known as hell on earth and infamous for its gloomy, terrifying atmosphere! Why do the demons and monsters in the prison wail miserably every night? Why has the corpse demon, capable of transforming into various beauties, donned black stockings and switched careers to become a foot massage therapist? Why has the eye demon, expert in soul-snatching and illusions, turned into a VR headset? Why is the fox spirit performing otaku dances? Are all these occurrences a twisted expression of demonic nature, or a descent into moral depravity? After peeling away layer upon layer of mystery, all clues ultimately point to a jailer named Gu Qingfeng. Gu Qingfeng: "Hehehe... My dear demons and monsters, whose card shall we flip today?"
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?!
iaobai: "Councilor Dad, front me some funds. I want to hire ten thousand professional miners for a project!" [Five-Star Mission Issued: Capture the leader of the Blood Heaven Pirate Gang, who is on the run in the Radiant Star Sector. It is said the gang has over a hundred members. Proceed with caution.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, lend me the family's hundred-thousand-strong Lu Army!" [Seven-Star Mission Issued: Subdue a juvenile Void Dragon Beast.] Lu Xiaobai: "Councilor Dad, I'm taking your tamed Void Dragon Beast King out for a family reunion!" I said, System, don't you have any slightly more challenging missions? You're just not up to par! [Nine-Star Mission Issued: Become the Human Councilor.] Lu Xiaobai: "Dad, there's a small matter I'd like to discuss with you..."
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!
