"Are you going home for the New Year this year?"
"Are you happy?"
"How do you feel?"
Watching the host randomly stop pedestrians on the street to ask these questions, the employees seated below were baffled. Had they been gathered here just to watch a live TV broadcast?
But soon, the abrupt turn of events on screen left them stunned.
A commotion broke out not far from the host.
"Looks like a fight over there. Let’s check it out," the host said, quickly striding forward. What they saw was a blood-covered person gnawing on another, while a circle of onlookers stood frozen, too afraid to intervene.
"Something’s not right," the cameraman muttered.
Just then, the person being bitten suddenly convulsed. Within seconds, they rose again—but in a grotesque, unnatural posture.
The camera jerked backward as the host chased after it. "What? What’s happening?"
A trembling hand reached into the frame, pointing elsewhere. Several figures with twisted, savage expressions were lunging at passersby. Those knocked down soon stood back up—joining the attackers.
"What is this—?" The host barely had time to process the situation before a figure missing half its face charged toward them. The camera was flung aside, the host’s scream cut short as the live feed went dead.
"Movie scene?" someone asked.
"No way. That woman’s a real host—she does interviews every day."
"So… it’s real?"
The room erupted into chaos. Fang Zhiyi stepped forward again. "An unknown virus has broken out. Those infected turn into what you just saw. Now do you understand?"
Some pulled out their phones to search. Soon, shouts rang out:
"Damn it—it’s happening overseas too!"
"My hometown’s reporting cases!"
"The military’s mobilizing!"
Fang's Father moved beside Fang Zhiyi, patting his shoulder before clearing his throat. "Everyone, my son has returned from the future!"
Fang Zhiyi craned his neck, shooting his cheap old man a bewildered look. Seriously? Just blurt it out like that?
Turns out, Fang Zhiyi underestimated his father. The man’s impassioned speech gradually steadied the panicked crowd. In his telling, Fang Zhiyi became a time-traveling savior destined to rescue them all.
"Enough, enough," Fang Zhiyi interjected, desperate to rein him in.
Fang's Father, undeterred, boomed: "The world wasn’t meant to be this way. But today, we can change it!"
Fang Zhiyi snatched the microphone.
"Ahem. I’ve redirected your wages to stockpile food, supplies, and medicine. Beyond that, we’ll provide daily necessities—but they’ll require points to redeem."
He rushed to refocus the crowd before his father crowned him Emperor of Earth.
While rules were explained, Lin Nuan’s situation took a turn.
Her constant companionship with Zhou Yue had long irked her boyfriend, Yang Tian. After tailing them, he uncovered Lin Nuan’s stockpiling secret. She figured his family was well-off too, so she warned him of impending disaster. Yang Tian dismissed it—until she revealed she and Zhou Yue had mortgaged their homes.
Not to be outdone by a "simp," Yang Tian emptied his savings (a mere few grand) into supplies. Needing manpower, Lin Nuan sweet-talked both boys into fortifying her remote courtyard.
Then, disaster struck. Lin Nuan, glued to her phone, leaped up excitedly to show the bickering pair. Yang Tian panicked, bolting to find his parents. Lin Nuan didn’t stop him—she just locked the gate behind him.
This time, without Fang Zhiyi’s funds or a safe haven, Lin Nuan and Zhou Yue hunkered down in their shabby hideout. When Zhou Yue called to guide his parents there, Lin Nuan scoffed. Parents would just slow them down. Silently, she wished hers would drop dead.
Chaos gripped the city overnight. By dawn, an eerie silence fell, broken only by sporadic, manic laughter—the sound of infected. The virus spread too fast; doubters became casualties before realizing the truth.
Perched on Beishan Manor’s wall, Old Li shielded his eyes against the smoke-choked city. "What a sin," he murmured.
A guard shouted, "Director Li! Your wife collected rations—she’s looking for you!"
Old Li chuckled at the title. "Still calling me that?"
The young guard stood firm. "As long as the company exists, you’re Director Li. Rules matter. Without them, chaos reigns."
Old Li paused, then nodded. "Right… The company stands. President Fang and Young Master Fang are still here."
Manor life settled into a rhythm. Confined but content, folks ate well under order. At Young Master Fang’s direction, former office workers traded suits for plows, tilling the hillside. When guards led out livestock, laughter erupted. Having a time-traveling boss was like cheating the apocalypse!
"President Fang—trouble!" A breathless report came. "Two vehicles at the gate!"
Fang's Father looked to his son. Fang Zhiyi sprinted downhill.
Before reaching the entrance, vile curses pierced the air. Fang Zhiyi climbed the wall where a dozen tense guards stood.
"Young Master Fang, they’re no survivors," the captain warned.
Fang Zhiyi eyed the bloodied mob below. "Time for target practice."
The guards hesitated.
"With bows," he clarified.
As they wavered, Fang Zhiyi snatched a crossbow, nocked, aimed, and fired in one fluid motion. A twang—and an infected dropped, an arrow through its skull.
Tossing the bow back, Fang Zhiyi sighed. Nostalgic. In wartime, he’d favored these. Safety first.
The guards gaped.
"What’re you waiting for? Fire!" the captain barked.
"About damn time!"
"That one cursing parents—mine!"
Volleys later, silence returned. Fang Zhiyi frowned. Their aim was atrocious. Such wasted arrows.
By next dawn, archery training commenced. Fang Zhiyi led drills while combat-savvy guards taught hand-to-hand.
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 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."
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.
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
