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?"
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] [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!"
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
