The eerie target continued to grow, albeit at a slower pace than before, but it felt like the final straw that would snap its nerves—if it even had any.
"I quit!" Finally, it straightened up, grabbed its own head hanging limply from its chest, and slammed it back onto its neck before turning to head home.
Little did it know, an even bigger trouble awaited it there.
The first floor was still bustling with people, even a few homeless folks who had started a fire. In the past, it would have slaughtered them all without hesitation, but right now, all it wanted was to crawl back into the cramped, dark space above the ceiling and lie there quietly for a day.
But when it pushed open the ceiling panel, the sight before its eyes left it stunned.
A man was holding its son by the neck, swinging him through the air like a toy, while half the roof had already been torn off.
"Woo... the airplane's coming!"
"Woo... obstacle ahead, evasive maneuvers!"
The pale little ghost giggled with delight, clearly having the time of its life.
"Look, the main attraction's back!"
"Someone remind Brother Fang! The whole point of finding the ghost's son was to pacify it. I highly doubt his current method counts as 'pacifying.'"
"The female ghost's here!"
Both human and supernatural viewers on the live stream recoiled in unison.
The ghost itself froze for a moment before lunging forward in rage—only to be met with a resounding slap that sent its head flying off.
Fang Zhiyi seemed to brace for something, but when nothing happened after a long pause, a grin slowly spread across his face.
"Well, that's a relief."
"Y-you... what are you doing?!" The ghost suddenly felt uneasy.
"Someone tell me this isn't real," a viewer typed in the chat.
"Looks pretty real to me."
"Ghosts... can be hit? That's not scientifically possible."
"Wait, come to think of it, does anyone know what Fang Zhiyi's innate ability is?"
The question plunged everyone into silence. Every participant in the game drew a unique ability at the start, but to protect the players, almost none of them were publicly disclosed. Fang Zhiyi had always relied on his intellect to clear one challenge after another, so no one had ever figured out what his ability was.
Of course, Fang Zhiyi knew—it was just a lousy "extra life" perk, granting him one additional respawn per dungeon. If not for that, the original host wouldn't have even survived long enough to reach the next stage.
"I got it! His ability lets him deal damage to ghosts?!"
"Ohhh!"
The realization dawned on everyone. That had to be the explanation for what was happening.
Meanwhile, the ghost viewers in the supernatural live stream weren't overanalyzing it. They just kept spamming horrified reactions, as if every slap Fang Zhiyi delivered was landing on them personally.
Eventually, Fang Zhiyi grew tired and tossed the little ghost he'd been using as a weapon back at the female ghost. Instinctively, she raised her arms to shield her head, leaving the child to crash unceremoniously onto the floor.
"Let me ask you something," Fang Zhiyi crouched down. "Are you feeling calmer now?"
The ghost didn’t understand his words, but it definitely understood his expression and immediately nodded frantically.
"Contestant Fang Zhiyi has successfully cleared the dungeon. Rating... C-tier. Dungeon evaluation: 'Slanderer, violent maniac.' Dragon Nation gains a 2% increase in territorial area, while Chrysanthemum Nation loses 5% of its land."
The public erupted in excitement—no one had expected the dungeon to be cleared so effortlessly.
The citizens of Chrysanthemum Nation, however, were furious. They flooded the live stream to protest Fang Zhiyi’s use of their NPCs as cannon fodder, but their numbers were too few, and Dragon Nation’s viewers drowned them out with insults.
The next day, Fang Zhiyi heard that Chrysanthemum Nation’s prime minister had been stabbed by an angry mob and hospitalized.
At the same time, news broke that the transmigrator tasked with fast-travel missions had been devoured by the supernatural dungeon, reportedly turning into one of the ghostly students.
Fang Zhiyi’s name once again echoed across Blue Star. Now, no nation dared to oppose him directly. Instead, they began forcing their own contestants into rigorous training—specifically, advanced mathematics, physics, and chemistry problems. The contestants were driven to despair, cursing Fang Zhiyi under their breath even in their sleep.
One contestant finally snapped: "Don’t push me! If you keep this up, I’ll do anything!"
The think tank promptly slid a sheet of paper toward him. "Then solve this calculus problem set."
"Fang Zhiyi!!! I swear I’ll never forgive you!"
Meanwhile, Hanks from Eagle Nation met his end in a dungeon designed by a contestant from Palm Nation—a place shrouded in an unsettling aura, where a spectral woman lurking in the fog caught him off guard.
Fang Zhiyi also earned some points, though the low rating meant the rewards were barely enough to scrape by. Still, it was better than nothing.
After a brutal round of competition, the supernatural rules suddenly shifted. Due to complaints from ghostly viewers, the game accelerated. Now, both sides would design dungeons simultaneously and run them in parallel. If a dungeon design won and the contestant also cleared it, the rewards would be doubled!
As fate would have it, Dragon Nation’s first opponent in this new phase was none other than Eagle Nation.
That day, viewers frantically switched between the two live streams, unwilling to miss Fang Zhiyi’s dungeon design or his dungeon run.
The supernatural live stream had it easier—their screen was split, showing both dungeons side by side.
Fang Zhiyi found himself in a dilapidated temple. He paused, not because of anything supernatural, but because the temple was unmistakably Dragon Nation in style. Clearly, the Eagle Nation folks had gone all out to counter him.
But did that transmigrator really think he could be taken down with Dragon Nation-style horror? Was he even awake?
Just as he finished that thought, a group of shadowy figures approached the temple.
"Locate the evil spirit hiding in the temple; survive for three days. Time limit: three days."
The figures drew closer. Fang Zhiyi frowned—they were monks, ignoring him completely as they took their seats and began chanting sutras.
"Evil spirit?" Fang Zhiyi found their noise unbearable and strode outside.
Over in Eagle Nation’s live stream, viewers were baffled.
"What the—isn’t this guy from Dragon Nation?"
"Not necessarily. Could be from Chrysanthemum Nation or Kimchi Nation."
"Stupid Dragon Nation idiots, this is an Eagle Nation citizen now. He just used to be from Dragon Nation."
"Pfft!"
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."
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.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
