At that very moment, the door behind them was suddenly pushed open. Everyone turned simultaneously to see a woman standing at the entrance, clutching a sharp knife.
Almost instantly, several people raised their crossbows, but hesitated the next second.
"Help... help me," the woman trembled, slowly lifting her head.
"It's the villainess, Wu Mengmeng," Little Hei reminded from the side.
Fang Zhiyi pondered for a moment before saying, "Come with us."
In this life, Wu Mengmeng hadn’t joined forces with the female protagonist. Instead, she had escaped the school on her own, only to return home and find her parents already infected. They had grabbed a kitchen knife, intent on "fixing" her, forcing her to flee again. Along the way, she had even killed an infected to survive.
Listening to her story, Fang Zhiyi couldn’t help but sigh to Little Hei, "Now you see why she’s the villain, right? A high school girl, without any rebirth advantage, dares to take on infected with a knife—she’s a rare talent."
Little Hei replied, "I get it now. In the female protagonist’s first life, she was nothing but a naive do-gooder, almost getting Wu Mengmeng killed several times. Whether it was sheltering infected people or stopping to help villains, she even scolded Wu Mengmeng for being heartless. If it were me, I’d have twisted her head off long ago. It’s a miracle Wu Mengmeng endured it for so long."
Fang Zhiyi nodded in agreement.
Little Hei became even more meticulous in his scouting, terrified of a repeat of the earlier situation. Under Fang Zhiyi’s leadership, the nine-person team slipped into the police station’s armory through the back door—only to face the awkward realization that they didn’t have the key.
Fang Zhiyi hadn’t expected the infected carrying the key to have wandered off.
"They’ve gathered at North Park... barbecuing," Little Hei reported.
At the mention of barbecue, Fang Zhiyi could guess the scene.
"We need to ambush over a dozen infected, grab the key, and get back here as fast as possible," Fang Zhiyi began assigning tasks. The others listened intently, knowing there was no turning back now.
The infected, roaring and howling in the park, were in high spirits. A few were even performing acrobatic human pyramids in broad daylight, while the rest huddled around a fire, staring hungrily at the human limbs roasting above it.
"These ones are dumber than the last batch. Take them out now," Fang Zhiyi whispered into his earpiece.
A volley of arrows sliced through the air, instantly dropping two of the pyramid performers. The woman in the middle remained ecstatic, unfazed by her fallen comrades—until an arrow pierced her forehead. Old He stared in surprise at the newly recruited girl beside him, impressed by her natural talent.
Fang Zhiyi joined in, felling an infected reaching into the fire for meat with one arrow, then another who turned to look. Finally, the group realized something was wrong.
Seizing the moment, Fang Zhiyi fired again, dropping an infected who had stood up. He snatched a crossbow from someone nearby and loosed another shot. Seeing this, his teammates stopped aiming and focused solely on reloading for him.
The fight ended swiftly, leaving the squad in awe of Fang Zhiyi. Out of twelve infected, he had taken down eight—without wasting a single arrow.
As Fang Zhiyi bent to search one of the corpses for the key, he remarked, "Don’t get cocky. This was easy because they were idiots. If we’d run into the organized kind, there’s only one option: run."
The team nodded solemnly. Fang Zhiyi decided they’d need a crash course on infected behavior once they got back.
"Host, the previous group of infected has returned. They’re blocking the road into the city... and they’ve caught a live one," Little Hei reported.
"That’s trouble. If they’re blocking the way, Old Fang and the others won’t be able to drive through," Fang Zhiyi muttered. He had little faith in civilians who’d never faced the infected head-on.
Back at the villa, Old Fang finally heard the message over the walkie-talkie and leaped onto a pickup truck. "Move out! Let’s fetch them!"
A convoy of heavily armed vehicles set off.
"You can’t be serious, young master!" Old He protested, while the others looked equally nervous.
Fang Zhiyi shot them a sidelong glance. "If I don’t go, will you? None of you can even look at an infected without shaking. Move!" He swung onto a rickety motorcycle, struggling to start it before the engine roared to life. "Old He, get everyone back! That’s an order!"
Meanwhile, the infected on the road were tormenting their captive, eager to extract as much "fun" as possible before the person turned. Suddenly, their golden-haired leader whipped around at the sound of an engine. Down the street, a figure on a battered motorcycle grinned at them, then slowly raised a hand to flip them off.
"Over there!" the golden-haired woman shrieked, dropping the fresh severed limb in her grasp to give chase. The other infected followed, leaving behind their mutilated victim—now transformed—laughing grotesquely from a wooden post.
Fang Zhiyi swerved and gunned the bike toward the city. Thank goodness civilians didn’t have guns, or this stunt would be suicidal.
"Host! Another group of infected ahead! Turn right!" Little Hei yelled, panicked. The host couldn’t die here.
Fang Zhiyi veered right just as the new group spotted him. "Stop! Hahaha! Stop!"
"Damn it!"
"Host, left up ahead!" Fang Zhiyi held his breath, navigating through corpses, debris, and wrecked cars—his driving skills pushed to the limit.
"Host, survivors ahead!" Little Hei exclaimed excitedly. "Lure the pursuers toward them, and we can escape!"
But Fang Zhiyi braked hard.
"Host?"
He glanced at Little Hei. "You may look human, but you’re not one yet." With that, he turned the bike around to face the approaching horde.
"Host, you’re not planning to—" Little Hei was horrified. This was suicide. The infected feared neither injury nor death; they’d throw themselves at the bike to stop him.
"Planning nothing. One versus fifty—the advantage is mine." Fang Zhiyi reached into his backpack and pulled out two grenades.
Indeed, the apocalypse had erupted too swiftly for the military or police to react, leading to mass infections—and the infected now had guns. Human strongholds only survived later because they’d secured enough firepower.
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!
lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."
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?"
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?!
