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!"
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...
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
agon king storylines. At the start, I obtained the "Ultimate Lackey System" - the more I act as a lackey, the stronger I become. What else could I do? I chose to become the personal henchman of the ultimate villain, Su Muwan. I provoke all sorts of chosen ones, snatch away their opportunities, and commit every evil deed imaginable. You ask who's behind me? Hmph! You're not worthy of knowing my lady's name! ...... ....... I am Su Muwan, the eldest daughter of the Su family. Since childhood, I've possessed extraordinary talent in martial arts, which led to my arrogant and domineering personality in my past life. I was even foolish enough to repeatedly challenge those favored by heaven, ultimately resulting in a tragic death. In this life, I must behave and absolutely cannot walk the same path again!! However... SLAP!! "So you're the Dragon King, huh?!" When I saw my little lackey swagger over and viciously slap the Dragon King who was hiding his identity, I felt my heart sink. Su Muwan's suspended heart finally died as she watched Qin Luo, her utterly loyal lackey, standing before her. She fainted on the spot from shock. Heaven is determined to destroy me!! (Pure love 1v1, light-hearted, no angst, single female lead, villain, reincarnation, lackey)
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!
