But the next moment, he suppressed his emotions and said, "You're suspected of vandalizing public property. Come with me to the station to cool off. There’ll be consequences later."
"How could you treat me like this?" Lin Nuan demanded, incredulous.
Yang Tian hesitated before sighing. "It's the rules. Everyone here has to take responsibility for their actions. Let’s go." Ever since he was rescued, he had wanted to find his girlfriend. But for three nights in a row, he had the same dream—Lin Nuan was reborn, abandoned him for Zhou Yue, and he died at the hands of the infected. Remembering how Lin Nuan had acted before the apocalypse, Yang Tian wasn’t stupid. He knew she had already chosen Zhou Yue, so he didn’t disturb them. Yet today, he ran into Lin Nuan.
Only, she wasn’t the same person anymore.
When Zhou Yue realized Lin Nuan was missing, he rushed out to look for her. Soon, he noticed the strangeness outside. After learning about the world’s transformation, Zhou Yue was ecstatic—he could finally escape that wretched place! And he could rid himself of that self-important woman, Lin Nuan!
But his joy didn’t last long. On the way to the city, he was drugged in the vehicle and woke up in a tent.
"Boss, we’ve brought him," the driver saluted Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at Zhou Yue, who shifted uneasily. "You? Fang Zhiyi? I know you’re someone big now. Remember? We were classmates. And I’ll tell you—Lin Nuan is out there looking for you—"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand, and someone immediately gagged Zhou Yue.
"Captain, won’t the higher-ups hold us accountable for this?" the adjutant asked worriedly. He wasn’t concerned about Zhou Yue but feared Fang Zhiyi would be punished.
"Extraordinary times call for extraordinary measures," Fang Zhiyi said, clasping his hands behind his back. "Pass the order—begin the operation!"
Zhou Yue’s eyes widened, but he couldn’t utter a word. As he was carried past Fang Zhiyi, the latter murmured,
"You sowed the seeds. Now I return the harvest."
Then, a memory was forcibly implanted into Zhou Yue’s mind—one where he led the infected to kill Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi watched as Little Hei’s hand reached into Zhou Yue’s brain and frowned in disgust. "You’re so rough."
Little Hei looked innocent. "What else can I do? This is the only way I can operate."
The infected in P-City had been starving for days, but under their leader’s suppression, they dared not act out. After all, the leader had both power and reason. The humans outside had guns—though the infected did too, a direct confrontation was unwinnable.
Some infected had even hacked off their comrades’ arms to satisfy their bloodlust, but the leader had put a stop to that. So, that particular infected became the scapegoat for the others’ frustrations.
But today, it was eerily quiet outside. One infected peeked out and saw humans escorting several hooded figures forward, then—
Lingchi (death by a thousand cuts)??? The observing infected trembled with excitement, forgetting to hide as they craned their necks. "Hahaha! Yes! Just like that!"
Fang Zhiyi watched from a distance. These were all sadistic murderers or those who had preyed on the weak during the survival period—plus Zhou Yue.
"They’re coming out!" the adjutant exclaimed excitedly.
One by one, the infected ignored their leader’s orders, trembling as they advanced. It had been too long since they’d tortured a living person, and the sight before them was intoxicating—so much so that they forgot their fear of the leader.
A horde of infected surged forward, and hidden machine guns opened fire. Though the infected had guns, their attention was entirely fixed on the condemned criminals, leaving them defenseless.
The infected fell in waves.
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. "Send in the ground troops. And tell the armored division—unload the live shells. Those are scarce. At least wait until we’ve retaken the munitions factory."
Since this was done publicly, Fang Zhiyi faced immediate public backlash.
But once the crimes of these men and the photos of their victims were released, public opinion swung entirely in Fang Zhiyi’s favor.
"Fang Zhiyi did the right thing! I’ll slap anyone who says otherwise!"
"Bro, who’s even criticizing him? Look around—no one’s against him."
"I think he’s too extreme. Humanity’s numbers are already low. We should unite all who can be united."
"Damn, there’s actually one!"
"Investigate him!"
That afternoon, an announcement reported the arrest of a serial killer in B-City with eight victims—caught while arguing in the comments section.
Lin Nuan, undergoing forced labor, glanced up at a screen displaying Fang Zhiyi’s photo. A realization struck her, and she grabbed a passing worker. "I have crucial information! He—him!" She pointed at Fang Zhiyi. "He’s reborn! He’s valuable!" She was nearly hysterical.
The worker gave her a pitying look before turning to a colleague. "Little Liu, why wasn’t she sent to psych?"
"Psych said she’s fine. They’re too busy handling trauma cases."
Seeing their disbelief, Lin Nuan grew desperate. "It’s true! He’s reborn! And so am I!"
A woman serving labor for breaking a glass door scoffed. "Yeah, right. You? Reborn? Fang Zhiyi admitted it ages ago. Without him, we’d all be dead by now."
Lin Nuan froze. Fang Zhiyi had confessed?
But no one listened to her claims of being reborn. Even those who pitied her earlier kept their distance.
The war lasted fifteen years. To minimize losses, heavy weapons were rarely used. When the last infected was killed, Fang Zhiyi dropped his gun and collapsed, seemingly dead.
Panicked, everyone rushed him to the central hospital. When he slowly woke up, they sighed in relief.
"Dad," he said, looking at his aged father. Old Fang hugged him tightly. "Good son! No more running around. Stay home with your old man!"
Fang Zhiyi nodded, then turned to Wu Mengmeng, who had dark circles under her eyes. "You’ve worked hard."
Wu Mengmeng blinked in surprise before smiling shyly.
Meanwhile, a spectral Fang Zhiyi floated nearby, watching the original host’s actions. He nodded at Little Hei. "That’s enough."
Little Hei withdrew his hand from the host’s brain.
"Let’s get married?" the host suddenly said. Wu Mengmeng stared at him in disbelief before tears finally fell.
The wedding captured the attention of people worldwide and received countless blessings—except from Lin Nuan, who remained in the sanatorium. Clutching the child she shared with Zhou Yue, she stared at the television, her eyes burning with resentment. Yet there was nothing she could do.
A week later, her child was taken away for adoption. She didn’t even resist, as she no longer had the means to raise the child—nor did she want to lay eyes on Zhou Yue’s offspring again.
"Zhou Yue, if only you were dead!"
he colors of other people’s emotions. Light red meant anxiety. Gray meant exhaustion. Orange meant excitement. Yellow... meant repression. At the same time, he could gain unlimited control over one of those colors. Pale cyan: relaxation. Using this ability, he started offering “two-yuan hugs,” spending an afternoon exchanging emotional-color experiences with others. Then came his final female customer of the day— a girl whose emotional color was pure black... —— A week later, Xu Chuan had become skilled at using pale cyan—Relaxation—treating it like a bottle of menthol balm whenever he needed it. That was when he discovered he had unlocked another unlimited emotional color: Purple, the color of fear. So these emotional colors refresh every week? Fine, I take it back—I’ll never call you useless again... —— Much later, after Xu Chuan had accumulated countless emotional abilities, one night, he suddenly found himself inside someone else’s dream. There, he could use the emotional colors he possessed to paint. And in her dream, he painted her a shower of pink shooting stars, spreading across the depths of the night sky...
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."
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.
