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."
transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”
't think I'm that capable, I'm just trying my best to stay alive. I've been kind all my life, never did anything bad, yet worldly suffering spared me not one bit. The human world is a nice place, but I won't come back in my next life. A kind young man, who wanted to just get by singing, but through repeated deceits and betrayals, has gone down an irredeemable path.
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
young master of the Shen family—a figure of immense power and wealth beyond measure—and awakened the "Destined Ultimate Villain System"! His starting scenario? Running into his icy fiancée who shows up with a mountain-descending divine doctor to break off their engagement. The divine doctor arrogantly taunts: "What does your Shen family have besides a bit of stinking money? You're not even worthy of tying Qingxue's shoelaces!" Shen Fei just smiled. He completely defied the usual script: "Fine, I agree to break off the engagement. Also, notify the finance department to withdraw all investments from the Su family." Minutes later, with its capital chain severed, the Su Group teetered on the brink of bankruptcy! The once aloof and proud ice queen CEO was thrown into utter panic. That very night, she went to Shen Fei's villa, casting aside all dignity to beg and plead desperately... From then on, in this world teeming with Sons of Destiny, Shen Fei embarked on a path of extreme dimensional suppression! A mountain-descending divine doctor? Peerless medical skills? Shen Fei: "Reporting you for practicing medicine without a license! I'll gladly take your ancient medicinal cauldron and twin sister assassins." The Crooked-Smiling Dragon King? Commanding a hundred thousand soldiers with a single order? Shen Fei: "Illegal assembly and suspected treason! Let a fleet of attack helicopters sanitize the area and teach you what the state apparatus really means!" A reborn tycoon? Knows all the golden opportunities of the next decade? Shen Fei: "A trillion in capital to reverse and pump the stock market, making you blow your margin and jump on the very first day of your rebirth!" What Chosen Ones? What bearers of Heavenly Fortune? In Shen Fei's eyes, they're all just chives (i.e., suckers/marks) waiting to be harvested! Shen Fei: "Sorry, but as the Destined Ultimate Villain, I don't play by the rules of honor. I only play the game of dimensional suppression."
