Just as he was about to be pulled into the vortex, Fang Zhiyi suddenly grabbed hold of the system.
He realized this was the only time he could physically touch it.
"Wait."
The system grew nervous. "Host, what are you doing? You can’t attack the system."
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "You’re not a system. What are you, really?"
The system, which had already begun taking on a humanoid form, shrank back under his sinister gaze. It knew full well what kind of man Fang Zhiyi was—he was no saint.
"Host, what are you talking about? I am the system, the Quick Transmigration System."
"Oh? Then why don’t you provide tools, an item shop, or a personal space?"
"Host, I already told you, hers is a mechanical system. It’s different from mine..."
Fang Zhiyi asked coldly, "Then why do you always hide when you see your so-called colleagues?"
"Uh..."
"I’ve been observing for a while now. Every other system provides assistance for every action their host takes, even letting them exchange points for items. So tell me, what’s the point of my points?"
The system finally understood—Fang Zhiyi had been watching other transmigrators all this time!
"W-well... if you don’t earn points, you’ll die."
Fang Zhiyi let go, drifting away from the vortex. "Then let’s die." He felt he had pieced things together. If this shady thing wouldn’t talk, he’d just give up. Every world they passed through, it changed a little. It was growing by leeching off him. No way it wouldn’t panic.
Seeing Fang Zhiyi truly ready to quit, the system finally panicked. "I... I..." After a long hesitation, it slumped in defeat. "Fine. I’m not a system. I’m just... a grudge."
Fang Zhiyi perked up. "A grudge?"
The system spilled everything. "Those quick transmigrators always pick the best scripts, skipping countless worlds. The resentment from those abandoned worlds... formed me." Though it had no facial features, it still glanced at Fang Zhiyi. "I drifted for ages until I reached your world. I read the novels you wrote and thought... maybe you could fix those worlds. So I pulled you in."
Fang Zhiyi was speechless. This thing was seriously this reckless?
"So what’s the point of the points?"
The system shook its head. "I made that up to trick you. I saw other systems doing it."
"So there’s no mission either?"
The system stayed silent. Fang Zhiyi took a deep breath and nodded. "Alright. What can you actually do?"
Hesitantly, it answered, "I can only take you through worlds, project images of others into your mind—though not for long. But after these worlds, I’ve gotten better at sustaining it. Oh, and I can implant memories... basically make people dream."
"So the 'plot' you fed me was just stuff you’d seen?"
The system nodded.
"Last question. What happens to you in the end?"
The system seemed lost. "I don’t know. But every world we pass through... I feel a connection forming. Faint, but it makes me feel real. Host, do you get what I mean?"
Fang Zhiyi muttered, "The birth of a world’s will? That’s bullshit."
"Host?"
"Let’s go. Damn it, I’m already stuck on this scam of yours." Fang Zhiyi drifted toward the vortex. "Oh, and from now on, you’re Little Black."
"That’s not a great name..."
"You’re complaining now?"
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When Fang Zhiyi opened his eyes, the system launched into its explanation with unusual enthusiasm, as if making up for its earlier deception.
This world was another ancient setting. Fang Zhiyi was the first Grand General in the history of the Wei-Wu Dynasty.
But the irony was thick—the emperor who promoted him was also the dynasty’s first true tyrant. The emperor ignored state affairs, preferring to play hide-and-seek with his concubines, raise birds and fish, and occasionally practice calligraphy (which was, admittedly, exceptional).
Emperor Shunying trusted Fang Zhiyi because, during the late emperor’s passing, multiple princes had eyed the throne. Back then, Fang Zhiyi was just a lowly captain of the imperial guards, yet he used that position to secure Shunying’s ascension. By the time the other princes mobilized their armies, news of Shunying’s coronation had already spread. The new emperor immediately promoted Fang Zhiyi to Commander of the Nine Gates, handing him control of both the capital guards and the imperial army.
Fang Zhiyi knew that if those outside forces breached the city, neither Shunying nor he would survive. So he personally went to the gates to negotiate surrender. When the rebels refused, the siege dragged on for over a month. Strangely, luck favored Shunying—the besieging armies were struck by plague, then mass desertions. The succession war fizzled out.
When Fang Zhiyi reported their victory, the emperor was overjoyed and promoted him again.
On paper, this trajectory seemed fine. But what followed plunged the Wei-Wu Dynasty into ruin.
After his coronation, Shunying pretended to govern for a brief period before reverting to his old ways. He handed state affairs to eunuchs and the military entirely to Fang Zhiyi, even bestowing on him the title of Duke. Meanwhile, the emperor obsessed over food and games.
Fang Zhiyi was thrilled. With the emperor’s trust and power in his hands, he grew reckless—embezzling funds, flaunting authority, forming factions with eunuchs, and clashing with the civil officials.
If the court was this corrupt, how could the people fare any better?
Peasant uprisings erupted across the land. But the Wei-Wu military, long decayed, couldn’t even mount proper suppression. Soon, 300,000 rebels surrounded the capital. Fang Zhiyi commanded the capital guards and imperial army—the only forces still combat-ready. But when the rebels sent him a letter, he wavered.
The letter detailed Shunying’s tyranny, the suffering of the people, and the rot among officials. They acknowledged Fang Zhiyi’s talent—without it, he couldn’t have won the capital’s defense years ago. The rebels urged him to surrender, promising him a place as a founding hero of their new dynasty, one that would usher in a golden age.
Fang Zhiyi was tempted. So he opened the gates.
The rebels hanged Emperor Shunying in the imperial garden. True to their word, they spared Fang Zhiyi, letting him keep his title as Duke. But every night, he dreamed of the day the rebels stormed the palace—the slaughtered maids and eunuchs, the emperor forced to hang himself, still waiting for Fang Zhiyi to save him.
Fang Zhiyi died. They found him hanged in his study.
"What a legend," Fang Zhiyi muttered as he opened his eyes.
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?!
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?"
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!
