Two grenades were thrown out, their destructive power overwhelming. The tightly packed infected were instantly wiped out. Fang Zhiyi didn't stop there—he reached over to Xiao Hei and pulled out an automatic rifle.
"I told you, the advantage is mine." He clearly saw the stunned expression on the blonde woman's face. "A smart one, huh? Too bad."
Old Fang, who hadn't found his son, wore a grim expression as he led the search team back. He knew that even if Fang Zhiyi was gone, he had to protect the weapons his son had risked his life to secure.
The convoy was silent, partly because they had just witnessed the horrors of the city for the first time, and partly because Young Master Fang had lured the infected away to ensure their safe entry.
"It's all my fault! How could I have been so scared?" Old He suddenly slapped himself across the face.
The convoy slowly entered the mountain villa. The people waiting at the entrance watched in silence as they unloaded the weapons. Finally, someone asked what had happened.
"What? How many died in the city?"
"Young Master Fang didn’t make it back?"
"Old He, you bastard! You let Young Master Fang be the bait?" A fierce woman rushed forward and grabbed Old He by the ear. "You go find him right now! If you don’t bring him back, don’t bother coming back yourself!"
"Waaah, Young Master Fang was so young, so handsome..."
"I had a crush on him, waaah..."
Old Fang sighed and forced himself to stay composed. "Everyone, quiet. Life and death are fated. My son has always had nine lives!"
"Boss Fang!" Someone ran up to him.
Old Fang raised a hand to stop them. "Even if he’s dead, don’t tell me. In my heart, my son will always be alive." He wiped his eyes. "Even if he became a ghost, he’d come back to see me."
The man scratched his head, hesitating before speaking. "Well, Boss Fang... Young Master Fang’s ghost has returned."
The gates swung open, and Fang Zhiyi, riding a beat-up motorcycle, cursed as he pushed it inside. "Of all times to break down, right when we’re going uphill! Toss it? What a waste. Keep it? Do you know how heavy this piece of junk is?"
Meanwhile, Lin Nuan had been living with Zhou Yue for days, surviving on nothing but compressed biscuits and bottled water. The suffocating routine made her wonder—had she been reborn just to live like this? Weren’t people who got a second chance supposed to find a perfect husband and become the queen of some powerful man? Especially when Zhou Yue kept looking at her with that pathetic, lovestruck expression—it was starting to disgust her.
Sure, in her past life, he had saved her. But in this life, he hadn’t. And he ate way too much!
But she didn’t dare leave either, so she stayed cooped up with Zhou Yue day after day. Eventually, he couldn’t hold back anymore, and the two of them ended up tangled together in a messy encounter. After five minutes of discomfort, Lin Nuan felt even more justified in bossing him around.
Back at the villa, after the last incident, Fang Zhiyi had educated everyone about the infected outside. Then came firearms training and target practice—though to conserve ammo, they used crossbows for drills.
Old Fang had also handpicked a group from the villa, dividing them into ten squads. Every three days, one squad was sent out—either to scavenge supplies or scout the area. The goal was to acclimate them to the apocalypse and sharpen their combat skills.
Fang Zhiyi, with the help of Xiao Hei’s X-ray vision, had looted an armory before returning and stuffed everything into Xiao Hei’s storage. Now, his routine was to go out every other day and pretend to haul back a fresh batch of weapons.
He was a seasoned leader, and under his training, the villa quickly became a fortress of armed civilians. The ten squads, in particular, had reached near-military discipline. What surprised him most was that Wu Mengmeng, the supposed villainess, had become Squad Eight’s leader!
Even more surprising? Every time she saw him, she’d sidle up to chat, her gaze practically dripping with affection.
"Xiao Hei, be honest—who did the villainess like in the original story?"
"Yang Tian. But they never got together."
"Nothing to do with me, right?"
"Nothing." Xiao Hei was firm.
The villa’s crops had reached harvest season, and the air was thick with joy. Being safe with family and friends, now even growing their own food—who wouldn’t be happy?
Two months ago, Old Fang had abruptly stepped down, leaving everything to Fang Zhiyi while he and a few old-timers took up fish farming. Fang Zhiyi had adjusted quickly, promoting trusted people to manage affairs.
"Everyone, I know you’re happy now. But how about something even better?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
"Yes!"
"Starting tomorrow, we take back the city." He turned and raised a hand. His assistant quickly lowered the hanging map.
"Over the past three months, our squads have entered the city over a hundred times. The terrain, the infected hotspots—it’s all recorded here. First, let’s take three minutes to honor our fallen comrades."
Everyone stood and bowed their heads.
"Their sacrifices won’t be in vain. We have guns, people, intel, and food!" Fang Zhiyi slammed a hand on the table. "Time to show them who’s in charge!" He turned, pointing at the city map. "These infected killed your relatives, your friends. Among the dead might be your elementary school buddy, your middle school teacher, the lady who ran the corner store. They destroyed everything!"
"Sure, some of you might think—why not just stay here? Farm, raise kids. But what about the future?" He gestured toward a corner where children had gathered, drawn by the excitement. "What do we tell them when they ask why we live behind these walls? Why the ruins outside? Why the only medical care is a tiny clinic? How do you answer?"
"We fight—not just for us, but for their future!"
"Fight!" Someone stood, fist raised.
"Fight!"
"Take it back!"
Even the security team raised their guns.
At dawn the next day, the villa gates opened, and a massive convoy poured out. Half stayed behind to guard the base, while the rest were armed to the teeth with guns and ammo.
Fang Zhiyi was confident. No matter how monstrous, no carbon-based lifeform stood a chance against overwhelming firepower.
They entered the city with ease. Gunfire echoed through the streets all day as survivors were rescued and brought to safety, while the infected were gunned down and hauled outside to be piled up.
Progress was slow—the gunfire drew hordes of infected toward the city center.
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."
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!"
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.
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
