The person who hit her seemed unsatisfied and was about to strike again when someone stopped him.
"Enough already. We still need her to take care of us," another old man said, his face showing a hint of fear. "Have you forgotten Old Fang's words?"
Fang Zhiyi had left this unconscious girl here, telling them not to abuse her but to let her care for them in their old age. These elderly folks had been treated and then sent back because they were too old and disabled to be held accountable. Instead, the authorities had rounded up the able-bodied young men from the village.
Bai Xue felt as if the sky had collapsed, but she was powerless. To prevent her from escaping, they had shackled her with heavy chains. Wherever she went, an elderly man with intact legs would follow, tied to her by the same rope.
"No, this isn’t how it should be!" Bai Xue jolted awake from her dream. In it, she had been with the handsome and young Fang Xiaojun, persuading him to turn away from his wicked ways and rescue the village girls. Those girls had been endlessly grateful to her, and in the end, Fang Xiaojun had taken the money and fled abroad with her, living a loving life together. But now—
She lifted her hands, staring at the unremovable chains even in sleep, tears streaming down her cheeks.
On the other side of a screen, Mei Lanju watched with satisfaction. "Screw your 'turning away from wickedness.' Pah! A villain does evil his whole life, runs off with dirty money, and suddenly he's redeemed? And let’s not forget—he even betrayed his own men."
Her gaze shifted to the side, where a mining tunnel at the foot of a mountain came into view. The people she and Fang Zhiyi had tricked out of Kaoshan Village were there, driven by whips to labor in darkness. Earlier, she had sent Fang Xiaojun there too.
Fang Xiaojun was utterly bewildered. First, he was beaten by the enforcers. Then, at the entrance of the tunnel, he saw the grimy, hate-filled eyes of the others fixed on him.
"Damn you! It was your Fang family that tricked us!" someone shouted.
"Son of a bitch!" A scrawny man leaped forward.
Mei Lanju explained, "This one was hard to fool, so I just kidnapped him outright."
"Who is he?"
"That driver—the one who tricked Shen Ni."
A brawl broke out. Fang Xiaojun took several hits and would have died if the overseers hadn’t intervened. As it was, his leg was likely broken.
"By the way," Mei Lanju teased Fang Zhiyi, "aren’t you curious about your eldest son?"
Fang Zhiyi simply stared down the mountain, emotionless. "No need. I’m sure you handled it well." With that, he stood and bid Mei Lanju farewell.
"See you around," Mei Lanju waved, though both knew the chances were slim. In so many worlds, who could say whom they’d meet next?
Fang Zhiyi turned to his system, annoyed. "Why don’t you have the same functions as hers? Look at her—sleep charms, spatial abilities, whatever she wants. And me? Huh? What do I get?"
The system chuckled awkwardly. "Different systems. Hers is mechanical... mine’s biological. Different functions."
"Then what can you actually do?"
"I can remind you of things."
"So you’re just an alarm clock?"
Fang Zhiyi turned himself in, causing quite a stir. After confessing and being imprisoned, he nodded to the system.
"Understood. Host disengaging!"
The original host returned to his body—only to find himself in prison garb, surrounded by vicious cellmates. He was stunned.
"Hey, old man! What’d you do?"
"Huh? I—I don’t know."
"Playing dumb? Beat him!"
"No, no—ahhh!!!"
After six months in prison, he was told his son had come to visit.
Seeing his eldest, Fang Dagang, on the other side of the glass, the man was overjoyed. He still had no clue what had happened to him. "Dagang, Dagang, get me out of here!"
Fang Dagang looked disgusted. He pointed to the muscular woman behind him. "Dad, I came to tell you I got married. Saved up for a house too."
The man was baffled.
Fang Dagang hesitated, glancing at his wife. The woman glared, and he shrank back. "Also, Mom asked me to tell you—she filed for divorce."
"What?! That bitch! How dare she!" The man raged, but his son was already being dragged away by the ear, meek as a quail. He couldn’t understand any of it.
Floating midair with the system, Fang Zhiyi was asked, "Host, reluctant to leave?"
He shook his head. "Just wanted to see what this task-taker would do. Learn something."
Back in Kaoshan Village, Bai Xue had aged terribly. Forced to care for the disabled elderly—washing them, emptying bedpans—she withered away until years later, when a visitor noticed something amiss and called the police. She was rescued, but the remaining elders lived in misery, cursing the Fang family daily.
As for Fang Xiaojun, his untreated leg injury left him crippled. The overseers sold him to an organ-harvesting ring, terrifying him out of his wits.
Just as a kidney was being removed, police stormed in, busting the ring and saving him—only to realize he was the wanted trafficker kingpin. They tossed him into prison with his father.
The two could only stare at each other in their shared cell.
Mei Lanju, meanwhile, shone brightest. She reinvented herself as the head of a women’s mutual aid society, founded a charity for women and children, and a year later, won a seat in parliament.
Five years on, her bill passed—classifying human trafficking as a severe crime, with buyers and sellers punished equally.
"Not bad," Fang Zhiyi scratched his head. He hadn’t expected that.
When Mei Lanju began campaigning to criminalize domestic violence, the most enthusiastic supporter was Fang Dagang. Since marrying, he’d been beaten daily by his wife, who was close with Mei Lanju. Over time, he’d been reformed into a meek, cowering figure.
Hearing his mother’s new cause, Fang Dagang even volunteered to rally support for her.
Fang Zhiyi laughed. "Well, at least this idiot’s salvageable." Noticing his system had taken humanoid form, he asked, "What’s the next world?"
The system hesitated. "Uh... spoilers?"
"Fine. Let’s go."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
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?"
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!
