Listening to the gasps of the people around him, Fang Zhiyi's eyes also widened. Mo Xuan had actually gained the recognition of three gods, something that had never happened before in history.
At that moment, Fang Zhiyi suddenly had a strange feeling. He even felt that Mo Xuan was the child of destiny, as if the whole world would revolve around him.
To be honest, he was unconvinced in his heart. He had worked so hard, but...
When it was Fang Zhiyi's turn, he walked onto the stage, silently reciting the names of each god in his heart, and bowed devoutly before their statues. The final result was exactly as most people expected—no god responded to him.
Fang Zhiyi slowly walked down the stage. No one looked at him, no one mocked him, and no one comforted him. He was like a transparent person, as if someone like him truly deserved such an ending.
"Brother, it's alright! From now on, you can hang out with me!" A voice awakened the bewildered Fang Zhiyi. He raised his head and saw Mo Xuan. At this moment, Mo Xuan had two girls clinging to his side: one was the campus belle, and the other was Fang Zhiyi's former crush.
"Thank you, I'm fine. I just want to go home." Fang Zhiyi shook his head. It turned out that his earnestness and hard work were nothing but a joke. He remembered a teacher once telling him that a successful person is made of ninety-nine percent sweat and one percent luck. Now he understood that it should actually be ninety-nine percent luck.
He had studied every subject diligently, he had devoutly believed in the gods, he had so wholeheartedly harbored a crush on that girl... Everything, all of it, was no match for a person like Mo Xuan. He was like a natural-born protagonist. The things Fang Zhiyi risked his life for but still couldn't obtain, Mo Xuan could always get simply by reaching out his hand.
Fang Zhiyi returned home. His parents were very happy to see him back and specially cooked a table of food that wasn't particularly lavish. At this moment, Fang Zhiyi let it go. He felt that what his parents had said from the very beginning was right—living a plain and ordinary life was quite good too.
He would learn how to be a repairman from his father, earn money through his own abilities, and in the future, he would meet a girl suitable for him, then get married and have children...
However, his peaceful days did not last long. One day, while Fang Zhiyi was heading to another district for house repairs, he suddenly heard a broadcast announcing that ability users were carrying out a sweeping operation in his home area. The reason was that followers of an evil god had infiltrated the neighborhood.
A bad premonition rose in Fang Zhiyi's heart.
But he was blocked outside the quarantine line. He could not afford to offend those ability users, much less cross that police line.
When the crisis was lifted, he was the first to rush in, only to see that a huge hole had been blasted into his dilapidated house. At this time, the staff were dragging out the civilians who had been caught up in the battle.
Yes, dragging.
He saw his parents. They had already become charred corpses.
"Dad! Mom!" Fang Zhiyi rushed forward madly, but the staff frowned and stopped him.
"Stop making a scene. We'll apply for compensation for you later. Go over there, get a number tag, and wait to claim the bodies!"
He stood there, devastated and lost, until he saw a familiar and exhausted figure.
"They were really cunning, actually hiding in a residential building."
"It was our captain who was decisive, directly using his ultimate move."
"With so many civilians around, how could he!" Mo Xuan was obviously very angry.
"Shh... Stop talking, Captain." Someone stopped him from complaining further.
At this moment, Mo Xuan noticed Fang Zhiyi. He was a bit surprised: "Fang Zhiyi!" He trotted over and reached out to pat Fang Zhiyi's shoulder. "Long time no see! I tried looking for you but you never replied. You live here? That scene just now, tsk tsk. What's wrong with you?"
He followed Fang Zhiyi's gaze and saw the two corpses thrown to the side. Immediately, Mo Xuan understood, and he became very angry: "How do you guys do your jobs? Is this how you treat the remains of the victims?!!"
His furious shout immediately made the previously cold staff become enthusiastic. Fang Zhiyi once again received his care. His parents were properly buried, and a larger compensation than what others received was placed into his hands.
Mo Xuan still maintained the appearance of a good older brother: "If you have any problems, come find me anytime! My condolences!" He wanted to say something else, but looking at Fang Zhiyi, he only wore a face full of helplessness.
An urgent order arrived, and Mo Xuan could only leave in a hurry.
"Captain, you are truly loyal to your friends."
"Being so close to ordinary people, Captain, I just can't see through you..."
Their voices faded away, but Fang Zhiyi's eyes gradually grew dark.
On this day, the protagonist Mo Xuan's most difficult opponent was born. That night, Fang Zhiyi knelt before his parents' graves for the entire night. When dawn broke, he stood up and walked towards the Northern Territory, the gathering place of the evil god's followers.
Without hesitation, he abandoned all his previous beliefs and devoted himself to the evil god. The evil god was not stingy with his power; Fang Zhiyi's desperate desire for revenge pleased him greatly.
Thus, Fang Zhiyi became a hidden chess piece buried in the royal capital.
However, this hidden chess piece failed to detonate in the end. Sensing that something was wrong with him, Mo Xuan easily broke through the siege that Fang Zhiyi thought was unsolvable. Then, Mo Xuan wanted to help Fang Zhiyi, in his own way.
Fang Zhiyi smiled miserably and shook his head: "Hypocrite."
Even though Mo Xuan tried to save his life, Fang Zhiyi was still executed. Standing in opposition to the gods, it was impossible for him to have even a sliver of a chance to survive.
"Hiss... A villain? This type is quite rare." Fang Zhiyi lowered his head and examined himself. His clothes were quite old. An open book lay before him, and he merely glanced casually at its contents, which were nothing more than the history and names of the gods.
Little Hei crossed his arms: "What happens next is even more interesting. This Mo Xuan actually received the blessings of twelve gods and attained immortality. At first, he was very satisfied with his immortality, but later he realized something was wrong. The women in his harem grew old and died one by one, yet he remained unchanged. The long years gradually twisted his mind, and he eventually became a tyrant." Little Hei gestured, "The kind who would casually rip out someone's kidney and eat it raw."
Fang Zhiyi asked with great interest: "The protagonist's retribution?"
"It might be a bit more complicated than that. Later, another young hero rose up and, after going through countless hardships and dangers, finally killed this tyrant and liberated the world."
"Let me guess, this protagonist was also schemed against by those so-called gods, right?"
Little Hei looked surprised: "I thought I could show off a bit."
"You underestimate who you're talking to." Fang Zhiyi pointed his finger at a sentence in the book before him.
Those who believe in the gods shall forever receive their protection.
"Looking at my clothes and the surrounding environment, the industrial level of this world is not high. That's normal, too. After all, in a world where abilities can be used, who would bother researching industry? The book mentions the history of the gods, and the absolute prerequisite for gaining their favor is to believe in them. Therefore, ninety-nine point nine percent of the people in this world must have absolute faith in the gods."
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!
saw a female celebrity tied up and stuffed in the trunk! Little did he know, countless cameras were aimed at him at this moment - this was a new type of reality show. The first randomly selected passerby was caught in less than an hour. But when Xu Moru was selected, things started to take an unexpected turn. "Damn, this isn't how the script goes. This Xu Moru is too bold, he's not following the rules at all." "Crap, is this guy taking it seriously?" "The female celebrity has been scared to tears!"
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
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?"
