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.
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."
] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"
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.
ions, keeping it grounded and realistic】 After quitting his job, office worker Su Yang accidentally binds with the "Enjoy Life System." As the name suggests, simply by indulging in life's pleasures, he can earn random rewards from the system—no need to spend money on beautiful women or grovel before anyone. Just enjoy, and the money follows, making it all about effortless fun. The system comes with a scanning feature, allowing him to establish a favorability bond with women rated 85 points or above. Every 20-point increase in favorability unlocks additional rewards. After suffering through over twenty years of hardship, Su Yang trembles with excitement, his dull eyes suddenly gleaming with newfound hope. "Enjoy life? How hard could that be?"
