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.
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
orn and Humiliation】【Forced Love】 In his past life, Lin Ran was betrayed and murdered by his girlfriend and family, while the yandere female aristocrat, who had treated him as a mere plaything, avenged him by doing in his enemies. Upon seeing the yandere female aristocrat lying in the same coffin, ready to die with him, Lin Ran realized how profoundly mistaken he had been. Reborn, he abandoned the fickle campus beauty and wholeheartedly embraced the yandere female aristocrat's arms. "Ran! If I dig out your eyes and turn them into a specimen, you'll only be able to look at me!" Lin Ran: "Darling, kiss me!" "Ran! If I break your legs, you won't run away anymore, right?" Lin Ran: "Love, hold me tight!" "Ran! If..." Lin Ran: "Hush now! Love me more!" Luo Yao: ... Seeing his scumbag dad: "Take him out!" Seeing his stepmother: "Get rid of her!" Seeing his brother: "Eliminate him!" Seeing his white moonlight: "Send that to Southeast Asia!"
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."
