"Is that man Fang Zhiyi's boss?"
"He must know something."
"How heartless—knowing there's danger but still sending his subordinate in."
"Grab him and make him talk!"
"You think Brother Fang doesn’t know? He definitely knows."
They discussed among themselves, the screen before them radiating an air of oppression and despair.
Suddenly, Fang Zhiyi laughed. That single chuckle sent an inexplicable shiver down the spines of every viewer. The eerie livestream chat exploded with bewildered exclamations.
"The devil is smiling again!"
"He laughed like this last time too!"
"Scary scary scary scary!"
"Ahhhhhhhhh!"
Fang Zhiyi wasted no time in showing them what true villainy looked like.
Standing on a bustling street, he raised a sign and announced to the passing NPCs that a nearby house was hosting a promotional event—their manager’s wife was celebrating her 80th birthday, and anyone who visited the house and registered their name would be entered into a prize draw!
Even though these were just NPCs in the game’s dungeon, the dungeon had endowed them with human emotions—and a penchant for petty greed was no exception.
Hidden in the shadows of the decrepit house, a female ghost lurked in the crawlspace between the ceiling and roof, her throat emitting a raspy, unsettling "cough-cough-cough." Earlier, she had killed an unfortunate intruder, and the scent of death still intoxicated her.
But then she froze. Another visitor?
Every movement in the house was under her watch. Anyone who entered would be marked by her "brand," doomed to experience endless terror.
Wait—why were there more people coming?
Twisting her body unnaturally, she slithered toward a small window and pressed her face against the glass.
Her eyes widened. The front door of her home was wide open, and a steady stream of people was pouring in. The street outside was packed!
Rumors were spreading like wildfire.
"Did you hear? There’s an old house giving away prizes!"
"No, no—I heard there’s treasure hidden inside!"
"You’re both wrong! My idol is supposedly there right now!"
"Word is, the owner is filthy rich—just walking in gets you cash!"
Absurd rumors multiplied rapidly. Meanwhile, Fang Zhiyi, back in his office, casually dragged the mangled, terror-stricken corpse of the manager into a storage room before settling down to brew himself a leisurely cup of tea.
"!!!!!!!! What kind of logic is this?!"
"Didn’t they say entering means death? Can that ghost even handle this many?"
"...Fang Zhiyi is a rumor-mongering mastermind."
"There must be hundreds already inside!"
"Correction—that was just the beginning. Now even more are swarming in, drawn by the crowd."
In the ghostly livestream chat:
"Oh god, this is brutal."
"The rule 'enter and die' is fine, but killing this many people...?"
"That human is downright malicious."
"That female ghost is in for a nightmare."
"Terrifying terrifying terrifying!"
By the time Fang Zhiyi finished his tea and took a nap, he finally strolled out of his shop, unhurried.
Pushing through the crowd, he spotted a beggar frantically waving his arms, trying to stop people from entering the courtyard. Fang Zhiyi strode over, grabbed the beggar by the collar, and—drawing the attention of onlookers—shouted, "You greedy rat! Trying to hog it all for yourself? I just went in, and the owner handed me a fat stack of cash!"
The crowd erupted into chaos.
The beggar gaped at Fang Zhiyi, who then dragged him away.
"Anyone who denies others happiness deserves a lesson!"
Some even nodded at Fang Zhiyi in gratitude.
Back in the office, Fang Zhiyi tossed the beggar into the storage room and left without a second glance.
After three more trips, he repeated the trick and hauled back four more people.
When he finally released them from the storage room, they were nearly catatonic with fear—thanks to the horrifying corpse inside.
"Alright, talk. What do you know?" Fang Zhiyi demanded. Of course, he already knew the truth, but for the sake of procedure, he had to put in the effort.
When the group remained silent, trembling, he pointed at the storage room. "That guy? I put him there. I can just as easily toss you into that house."
Their terror deepened.
"First, he floods the haunted house with cannon fodder. The ghost’s activity would naturally draw the attention of those in the know—who’d either try to stop others or watch from a distance..." mused an analyst. "Fang Zhiyi’s approach is unconventional. He used this chaos to filter out the informants."
"Wish he hadn’t resorted to threats, though."
When Fang Zhiyi returned to the house, even he had to whistle at the sight.
"What a mess."
The once-quiet courtyard now looked like it had been hit by a tornado. Impatient visitors had torn down the walls for easier access, and the constant foot traffic had trampled the garden into oblivion.
The house itself fared worse—doors hung broken, furniture looted.
"...Doesn’t seem so scary anymore."
"Am I the only one still hung up on the backstory? That mother and son suffered so much!"
"That girl’s tip was right—help the ghost find her son’s remains hidden in the house, and her grudge will vanish."
"Whoa, Brother Fang’s going in."
This time, Fang Zhiyi strode straight into the courtyard, then stepped inside without hesitation.
The interior was just as ravaged—walls smashed, belongings stolen.
"The power of the masses," Fang Zhiyi remarked dryly.
Meanwhile, the ghost hiding in the ceiling was at her wit’s end. She had already killed seven people. According to the rules of the copy, she needed to kill... 18,641 more.
Just now, another entered. Make that 18,642.
The ghost felt like crying. For the first time, she realized killing could be so exhausting.
In the ghostly livestream, countless specters sympathized with her plight.
18,642 targets to hunt down? The mere thought was despairing.
And it wasn’t over. Some of the scammed, unwilling to suffer alone, kept spreading the rumors.
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
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!
