"Fang Zhiyi, you'd better think this through. There's no protagonist in this world to help you..." Little Hei frowned, looking quite adorable.
Fang Zhiyi raised an eyebrow: "Even you're saying that? Are you scared?"
Little Hei scoffed: "What do I have to be scared of... It's just..." It glanced at Fang Zhiyi, "I can protect you and help you escape, no problem, but we'd have to abandon this world..."
Fang Zhiyi laughed: "Don't worry, it's a minor issue."
"Hello, everyone. The place we're at right now is Yuying Middle School, located in the western suburbs of the city." Fang Zhiyi's live stream started abruptly, his manner very much like a TV host. "Yuying Middle School has a history of fifty years..."
"Did the streamer actually look up the information?"
"Um... to be honest, this situation is not what I imagined."
"It is a modern middle school upholding the educational philosophy of 'diversified development and personalized cultivation.' In recent years, the school has gained widespread social attention for its distinctive educational model, becoming a model for quality education in the region."
The people in the live stream were dumbfounded.
"Streamer, are you too scared to go in..."
"I think the streamer must have been a host before."
"I'm about to fall asleep."
After finishing his introduction of the school, Fang Zhiyi's tone shifted as he began to talk about the strange incident that happened there.
"Due to an unexplained cause, several students staying behind at school fell into a frenzy. By the time someone arrived, the school building had been burned down by a fire. According to statistics, over twenty people died, all victims of homicide."
Fang Zhiyi's tone was grim, sending chills down the listeners' spines.
"Now, follow my footsteps as we begin our exploration!" Fang Zhiyi said. With the unpleasant screech of the large iron gate, he stepped into Yuying Middle School. The live stream viewership had already exceeded five hundred people, all watching the pitch-black campus on their screens.
Then.
A rousing piece of music began to play.
A rousing marching song began to play.
Faith unyielding as steel!
United as one, our strength knows no bounds!
Striving together towards our goal!
Singing triumphant songs, ever forward!
With the rousing music, the originally eerie atmosphere was completely shattered.
The audience stared blankly as the camera pushed forward. At this moment, there wasn't a trace of fear in their hearts.
"I've never heard this song... but it feels so powerful."
"The comment above, that's a marching song."
"...I've lived for thirty years, and this is the first time I believe music has power."
"Streamer, you... oh, never mind. As long as you're happy."
Fang Zhiyi hummed along, casually wandering through the campus, kicking open every door he saw and walking right in. But aside from scattered desks and chairs and dusty floors, there was nothing.
The live stream chat was buzzing with discussion. For most of them, this was their first time seeing the legendary abandoned school.
Fang Zhiyi frowned: "Where are the ghosts? Do I have to search room by room?"
"The streamer is fierce, doesn't seem human."
"Even with the music playing, he's just boldly searching room by room like this?"
"Streamer, I want to have your babies!"
Meanwhile, in an old classroom on the third floor, which should have been empty, quite a few "people" were sitting. They all had their heads bowed, as if dozing off in their seats.
These beings, which should have been mere lingering obsessions, were now trembling slightly. Only the ghost in the white shirt sitting at the teacher's desk at the front looked displeased. The music this living person was playing was too loud, really too loud, making them all feel very uncomfortable.
"Shen Yan, have you considered my proposal?" Suddenly, a figure appeared at the doorway. The things with bowed heads all raised them in unison to look at the person.
That person, however, looked completely indifferent, only casting an inquiring glance at Shen Yan in the white shirt.
"You possess a very strange power," Shen Yan smiled, looking utterly terrifying. "But for a psychic, you're actually cooperating with ghosts."
That person snorted, muttering a low complaint: "Cut the crap. Let me tell you, if you don't agree, you'll die a second time today, believe it?"
Shen Yan looked at the expression on his face. He didn't like being threatened, but he truly couldn't handle this person. He was very strong.
"If you want me to kill him, why do you need to be the one to deliver the final blow?"
The man sneered: "Asking too many questions won't do you any good, understand?"
Wu Lei was also frustrated. Compared to other quick-transmigrators, he was much more cautious and well aware that for Fang Zhiyi to be wanted by the Quick-Transmigration Bureau, he must have some tricks up his sleeve. Upon entering this world, his system had told him he could only kill Fang Zhiyi by using the world's own rules.
Although unhappy, for the sake of points, he had no choice but to endure. Once Fang Zhiyi was done for, he could then deal with this foolish male lead. But he was lucky; the plot was set so that Fang Zhiyi was doomed upon entering this place. It was his fate; otherwise, the female lead's plot couldn't advance. To be absolutely sure, he had come too, as completely eliminating this Hunter required both him and the system to act together.
How could he lose? Just tell me, how could he lose? Wu Lei felt a surge of excitement. With the reward points, he could buy a personal space.
Once the man and the ghost finished their negotiation, the singing outside also stopped. The school fell into silence once more.
Wu Lei melted into the shadows. He had just hidden himself when he heard a tremendous crash!
"BANG!" The door was kicked open. Fang Zhiyi had jumped to deliver the kick, and Wu Lei, hiding by the door, took the full brunt of the blow! He instantly felt the world spin.
Fang Zhiyi poked his head in: "Whoa, so many ghosts."
The live stream exploded, but the viewers couldn't see anything.
"You scared me! I thought there really were ghosts. Streamer, you're just saying anything now."
"But this classroom seems a bit different. The desks and chairs are so neat."
"I looked it up, bros! This classroom is exactly where the bloody incident happened!"
"Yikes!"
"Streamer, play the song!"
"Play the song!"
Fang Zhiyi glanced at the things staring fixedly at him, then walked in without hesitation, standing before Shen Yan and meeting his gaze.
Shen Yan was taken aback. He hadn't expected this living person to see him, and to not be afraid of him either. It seemed what that person said was true; this was a dangerous individual.
Strangely, Fang Zhiyi didn't make a move. He just stared fixedly at Shen Yan. Shen Yan, a fierce ghost, actually felt a bit unnerved under his gaze.
"Behind you!" Little Hei warned.
Fang Zhiyi didn't turn around.
Behind him, Wu Lei, having recovered, gritted his teeth and slowly materialized. That earlier hit had nearly sent him to meet his ancestors. Now, a surge of inexplicable rage flooded his brain. Looking at the scene before him, he suppressed the pain and stepped forward slowly.
Shen Yan also noticed Wu Lei's movement, but he still didn't act. The person before him gave him a truly strange feeling.
"Fang Zhiyi!" With Wu Lei's furious roar, a dagger appeared in his hand. He stabbed it through Fang Zhiyi's chest from behind. Wu Lei had taken many lives; he knew exactly which spot guaranteed a one-hit kill, unless Fang Zhiyi's heart was on the right side.
with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!
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."
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."
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.
