Just as confusion set in, another group of people entered.
"Dragon King has arrived!"
The guests immediately began whispering among themselves.
"With Bai Jinglan here, who dares lay a finger on my sister?"
"Who wants to harm my sister?" Another man strode in. Though he had no entourage, his presence was commanding.
"War King?" A San overheard someone murmur behind him.
He didn’t know what a War King was, nor what a Dragon King meant, but he understood one thing—these were not people to be trifled with. Right now, his only hope was his master.
But the next moment—
"The Divine Physician's successor has arrived!" With this announcement, yet another young man walked in. His gaze swept the room before settling on Bai Xiaoting.
"Little sister! I’ve been searching for you for so long!"
In the live stream chat:
"I think I get it now."
"Same here."
"Isn’t this the Dragon King legend from those ancient texts? I read it as a kid!"
"Dragon King stands alone, but now there’s also the Divine Physician and the War King."
"A doting harem story! I love these! I once found an old book in a vintage store—about a girl who suffered hardships after being separated from her family, only to be found by her powerful older brothers and spoiled rotten!"
"This plot is wild."
"That third guy is so screwed."
"Given the Dragon King, Divine Physician, and War King’s abilities, anyone who crosses them is done for."
A San ended up taking a beating, and so did his master. Even his last hope—his master’s influential family—was reduced to bankruptcy in an instant.
He didn’t understand how it happened, but he knew his first move had been a terrible mistake.
The eerie live stream chat was buzzing with excitement.
"This is amazing!"
"Watching that woman get beaten up is so satisfying."
"Please give us more of these storylines!"
"So good, so good, so good!"
"I’m so jealous of this woman with her powerhouse brothers!"
Fang Zhiyi cleared the dungeon at breakneck speed. He didn’t bother with formalities—just took the villagers’ opening line, "They say an abandoned house in the village is haunted by countless vengeful spirits," and ran with it.
Literally.
He marched straight there with fire, knocking out seven or eight villagers who tried to stop him, casually demolished two houses, and then everyone watched as the cursed house went up in flames.
When something tried to burst out, Fang Zhiyi kicked it right back in.
The elderly village chief tried to fight him, only to be tossed into the inferno. After that, the remaining villagers cooperated fully, spilling every dark secret about the haunted house.
Two bosses emerged—the village chief, who had been raising ghosts, and the vengeful woman who died inside.
But now, they were finished.
As soon as Fang Zhiyi exited the dungeon, intel arrived about the contestant from Elephant Country.
That guy had been humiliated repeatedly by the male leads—not fatally, but enough to break him physically and mentally.
He tried to flee but was caught by his former master and killed in the struggle.
"Um..." The young analyst blushed.
Fang Zhiyi gave her a questioning look.
"Brother Fang, could you design more dungeons like this?"
"???"
She quickly clarified, "Not just me—everyone wants it!" She pulled up the stats: the Elephant Country’s live stream had triple the viewership of Fang Zhiyi’s.
Meanwhile, the American contestant, Li Lei, was on a roll. Facing off against Chrysanthemum Country again, he effortlessly exorcised their infamous vengeful spirit with bizarre techniques.
The entire Blue Planet was up in arms, condemning Fang Zhiyi and Li Lei—but only verbally. Behind the scenes, many nations were already negotiating for peaceful solutions.
At the very least, they wanted their contestants to survive.
Watching Li Lei’s live stream, Fang Zhiyi frowned. This guy... was dangerous.
In the next dungeon, Fang Zhiyi designed a classic transmigration story. Having previously communicated with Bear Country, he went easy—their contestant was thoroughly humiliated but survived.
Thanks to figures like Fang Zhiyi and Li Lei, an eerie peace settled over the Blue Planet. Nations were even willing to concede more benefits to ensure their safety.
Fang Zhiyi didn’t care either way.
But the Rules of the Weird weren’t pleased.
So came the third revision: Designers and challengers would now enter dungeons together, pitted against each other. Only one could emerge alive.
The fragile peace shattered, replaced by undercurrents of tension. Shadowy figures even attempted to assassinate Fang Zhiyi—unsuccessfully, but it put Dragon Country’s higher-ups on high alert.
Now, Dragon Country faced America again.
The entire world watched. Whether Fang Zhiyi or Li Lei died, it was a win for everyone else.
Li Lei designed this dungeon; Fang Zhiyi had to break through it while Li Lei played a role inside.
The moment Fang Zhiyi stepped in, an odd sense of familiarity hit him.
A narrow, deserted street. He stood before a paper effigy shop.
"Uncover the secrets of the paper effigy shop. Time limit: two days."
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the sign and walked in.
"Hello, what would you like? Incense and joss paper are ready-made. Paper figures and horses require custom orders."
In the live stream:
"Too bad we didn’t get Brother Fang’s dungeon this time. I’d love to see his designs!"
"That evil stepmother dungeon was legendary. The heroine’s revenge had me pumped!"
"LOL."
"Hope Brother Fang clears it. Li Lei’s no pushover either."
"Who will he play? The final boss, right? Most designers put themselves in the safest spot."
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"??"
"??????"
The eerie live stream mirrored the human one—flooded with question marks.
On screen, Fang Zhiyi grabbed the shop owner’s ear, making viewers wince in sympathy.
"Master, master—stop! It hurts! Really!" Li Lei grimaced.
"Still know pain, huh? Got bold enough to challenge your own master?" Fang Zhiyi eyed this "stranger" of a disciple.
"I didn’t recognize you! You look completely different here... Ow! You didn’t recognize me either!"
"I didn’t?" Fang Zhiyi let go only to smack him on the head. "I knew it was you from the start!"
Little Hei chimed in, "Really?"
rowess are unmatched, commanding a million-strong army! Yet, the Emperor wants to depose him for the sake of a false prince? Hold on, are you throwing me into some female-oriented romance plot? How can I tolerate this? With a grand wave of his hand—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! Slander the Emperor? Very well, all of you shall die! ... The False Prince: "Although I am not the biological son, Father and Mother love me more. The throne should be mine!" The Female Lead: "Qin Xiao, you are the Emperor, and I am a commoner. If you wish to marry me, you must abdicate. Otherwise, you will never have me!" The Empress: "After we divorce, you must give me half the empire!" The Transmigrator Consort: "You worthless Emperor, why should I kneel to you? All men are equal—I advise you to be kind!" The Great General: "The enemy general is my childhood sweetheart. For her sake, I willingly abandon the frontier defenses!" The Retired Emperor: "Although Yu'er was adopted, I prefer him. Qin Xiao, you should abdicate and let him become Emperor!" ... Very well! So this is how you want to play? Facing this twisted world of female-oriented tropes, Qin Xiao grins and raises his hand to unleash—the Nine Clan Extraction Technique! I am the Emperor. Why would I bother reasoning with you? Seal the gates! Leave none alive!
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!
iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.
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...
