"Brother, what's wrong?" The female ghost still seemed a bit shy.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her face: "You're playing the role of a vicious supporting character. Have you ever seen a villainess hit someone so lightly?"
The female ghost paused for a moment, then nodded in understanding.
"And! You have four arms! Only one slap? The audience won’t find it satisfying!"
"Understood!" The female ghost nodded earnestly. She would listen to whatever Brother said.
And so, the female lead ghost was slapped dozens of times in this scene.
"Too hard! Her head fell off!"
"Pick it up! Pick it up!"
"One less hit! Alternate left and right, make it seamless!"
Finally, the scene was done, and Fang Zhiyi was satisfied. "Where’s the male lead? Stop playing with your intestines! Stuff them back in, hurry! If it weren’t for your decent looks, I’d have kicked you out long ago!"
While he was busy with all this, the human world had fallen into an eerie calm.
The reason was that since last year, the intervals between the opening of supernatural dungeons had gradually lengthened. By now, it had been two months without any new ones.
At first, nations were gripped by a strange panic, then confusion, and eventually, an odd sense of discomfort.
Only Zhao Chenyang stared blankly at the sky.
"Master, did you succeed?"
"Master, what did you say?" asked the young man beside him.
Zhao Chenyang turned to look at him. "Nothing."
The young man, named Li Dong, scratched his head. Ever since Fang Zhiyi’s death, he had frequently dreamed of participating in supernatural games, fueling his desire to become the next challenger and designer. But when Zhao Chenyang defected from the U.S. to join Dragon Country, Li Dong had no choice but to join the analyst team. Unexpectedly, Zhao Chenyang took a liking to him and made him his disciple.
Though the supernatural games had stopped, supernatural incidents still plagued humanity. Thus, a special department was formed under Zhao Chenyang’s leadership, dedicated to protecting humans and eliminating supernatural threats.
Zhao Chenyang gradually became humanity’s hero.
But the story was far from over.
As the supernatural world encroached further into reality, the team found themselves overwhelmed by increasingly frequent incidents. During one mission involving a haunted train, Li Dong, thanks to his protagonist aura, theorized that the other end of the train—which couldn’t be destroyed—led straight to the supernatural world.
After gaining approval from higher-ups, multiple nations dispatched their best supernatural fighters, led by Zhao Chenyang, to board the haunted train.
Li Dong’s guess was correct. The train’s final stop was the supernatural world.
A perpetually gray sky, decaying and outdated facilities, walls overgrown with eerie vegetation.
Everyone held their breath.
Then, stepping out of the station, they saw a massive screen outside.
"You wretch! You’re nothing but a stand-in who took my place to marry the Emperor!" A ghost raised her claw.
But before she could strike, another thick arm grabbed hers.
"How dare you lay a hand on my beloved consort! Guards!"
The investigation team was stunned.
Why did this feel... hilarious?
The epic battle they’d imagined never came. Instead, they were picked up by a rundown minivan. While the others were suspicious, Zhao Chenyang boarded without hesitation. The moment he saw that cheesy soap opera, he already had his answer.
A ghost led them through twists and turns until they arrived at a sinister-looking building.
"Fang Zhiyi! Fang Zhiyi!" They passed a crowd of nearly fanatical ghosts holding signs with crooked handwriting, gathered at the building’s base. Even when they saw the humans, they merely licked their lips.
"Fang Zhiyi? That lunatic?" someone asked.
"He’s not dead??"
They were eventually ushered into a spacious room where filming was underway—apparently the continuation of the scene they’d seen at the station. The ghosts barely spared them a glance before returning to their tasks.
Zhao Chenyang scanned the room, his expression growing excited.
"Master!" He hurried over to Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi turned. "You’re here?"
"I am!" Zhao Chenyang was in awe. He never imagined his master could thrive even in the supernatural world.
"Fang Zhiyi! You betrayed humanity!" someone accused, pointing at him.
Fang Zhiyi gave them a sidelong glance. "Oh?"
That single word seemed like a command. Instantly, every ghost in the room turned their heads, their gazes turning vicious, eyes glowing red.
"We’ve been tricked! Zhao Chenyang and Fang Zhiyi are in cahoots!" someone shouted.
"Don’t kill them. Just rough them up a bit," Fang Zhiyi ordered with a wave. The ghosts lunged forward, and chaos erupted—though it was more of a one-sided beatdown against the human elites.
Everyone except Li Dong was howling in pain.
"Master, what’s going on?" Zhao Chenyang spared only a glance at his companions. He didn’t question why they were being beaten—his master must have his reasons.
"Simple. The supernatural world and the human world are merging. Think of it like the underworld overlapping with the living," Fang Zhiyi said, walking to the window.
"But you—did you come here to capture me?" Fang Zhiyi asked, his tone indifferent.
Zhao Chenyang was taken aback. "Why would I do that?"
Fang Zhiyi turned back, eyeing the dazed system beside Zhao Chenyang with slight confusion. "Then why are you here? And how did you become a dimension traveler?"
At this, the usually composed Zhao Chenyang suddenly resembled a child eager to tattle to a parent.
"After you left, Master, I kept your shop running, exorcising ghosts and curing curses. Then... I met someone I loved." He glanced at his system.
Fang Zhiyi frowned.
"But I was cursed with solitude. She... she died. I knew the underworld’s rules, but... I couldn’t accept it."
"Then something approached me, saying I could become a dimension traveler—and take her with me."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. That explained it. No wonder this kid’s tastes were so peculiar—everyone else’s systems were compact, but his looked like a humanoid pet.
"But... her consciousness faded. Only her form remained... and eventually became this system." Zhao Chenyang suddenly knelt. "Master... your disciple is useless... I abandoned my world for selfish desires and violated the sect rules you set. Punish me as you see fit!"
Fang Zhiyi studied him. "I don’t remember teaching you to be such a stickler for rules."
Zhao Chenyang looked up.
"You still haven’t answered—was coming here just a coincidence?"
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.
s + Rent Collection Wealth】 At the start, he inherited a rundown house in the urban village from his grandfather. The house had no tenants, but the moment he was diagnosed with a terminal illness, a self-proclaimed empress from the Tianxuan Continent arrived as his first tenant. Ye Chuan soon discovered that with every new tenant moving in, not only did he receive massive daily payments, but he also obtained unique items related to their backgrounds. 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Tiger Strength Pill—dramatically enhances physical power!】 【Acquired Bai Qianshuang’s related item: Deer Blood Pill—significantly boosts vitality!】 …… From that day on, all sorts of bizarre tenants began appearing in the house: the empress from Tianxuan Continent, an apocalyptic sorceress from the Magic Realm, a mysterious scientific girl who fell through a spacetime rift… Every single day, he received strange, powerful items and endless money. Then one day, he suddenly realized—he had become invincible. Enough, enough! Stop giving me more!
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."
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
