If such a talent had appeared in the Empire, the subsequent plans would be affected.
His hand reached for the photograph on the desk. It showed a profile of a young man, laughing and saying something to someone off-camera.
"The Mo family...?"
A loud crash interrupted his thoughts.
As he looked up, he saw Ron, who was on patrol outside today, slowly sliding down the door.
Then, a person strode in, glanced around with a look of disdain for the environment, and locked eyes with him.
"Hey you, come here!"
Xing Bugui frowned at first, then suddenly remembered something. He abruptly lowered his head to look at the photo again... the impatient-looking young man that Mo Xuan had his arm around... He looked up, looked down, and looked up again.
"What the hell!"
Meanwhile, his other subordinates had already made their move. Dark energy spheres surged toward Fang Zhiyi. The black spheres flickered with purple patterns, clearly containing destructive power at a glance.
However, Fang Zhiyi did not dodge. He simply kept walking forward, and his entire body was gradually engulfed by those energy spheres.
Xing Bugui breathed a sigh of relief. For a moment there, he thought his plan was going to fall apart right as it began.
Then, Fang Zhiyi walked right out of the cluster of energy spheres, acting as if nothing had happened.
"Hiss." A collective gasp echoed through the room.
"I am talking to you, old man. Come here," Fang Zhiyi gestured.
Xing Bugui's mouth hung wide open. Had the Empire's younger generation become this terrifying? No, that could not be right; he must be carrying some sort of defensive array!
He decided to take matters into his own hands. Yet, even after unleashing his ultimate move, he could not stop Fang Zhiyi's advance. He could only watch helplessly as this baffling young man walked right through his magical attacks, stepped up to him, and grabbed him by the collar.
His subordinates were already scared silly.
This was not right! There was something seriously wrong with this guy!
Fang Zhiyi, on the other hand, was quite satisfied. This world was filled with the energy of the Heavenly Dao. Although it was not as potent as the spiritual qi of the cultivation world, it was enough for a transmigrator with a solid foundation like him to use. It was a pity he could not use advanced cultivation techniques; otherwise, he would definitely give those so-called espers a proper taste of a dimensional strike.
"You, call your boss out here for me to see."
Fang Zhiyi repeated the same demand.
Xing Bugui was stunned for a long while. "Boss?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Do not tell me you are the boss. You are too weak."
Xing Bugui's face flushed red. "You... you dare insult me!"
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand. "I am just telling the truth, do not make such a fuss." He suddenly smiled. "Of course, if you are not willing to tell me, I have ways to make you talk. Trust me."
For some unknown reason, Xing Bugui felt a spine-chilling sensation in that instant.
After Fang Zhiyi casually snapped the arms of two subordinates who came to their leader's rescue, Xing Bugui blinked frantically. Then, his trusted aide began to chant the incantation for a mutually destructive array. Unexpectedly, Fang Zhiyi's method of interrupting the spell was incredibly unpretentious. A square brick flew straight over, effortlessly broke through the aide's protective array, and smashed ruthlessly into his mouth.
"It is really too hard to find people in this godforsaken place. I finally caught a few, so do not go dying on me," Fang Zhiyi muttered.
"We do not have a boss. The followers of the Evil God are scattered all over the Barren Lands, and none of us submit to each other. My group is just a branch led by me..." Xing Bugui compromised. In truth, it was because he was completely out of options.
This person in front of him was also weird. He did not kill them, nor did he beat them up; he just kept asking for their boss. Where was he supposed to produce a boss from?
Fang Zhiyi nodded and put him down. "That is more like it. Do you know the way around?"
Xing Bugui was a bit bewildered, but looking at Fang Zhiyi's burning gaze, he hesitantly nodded.
"From today on, you bunch of useless chumps are my underlings. Agreed?" Fang Zhiyi casually picked up a crystal from the desk. It was the one Xing Bugui used for studying spiritual magic. Xing Bugui watched as the crystal cracked under Fang Zhiyi's grip before shattering into pieces.
Looking at Xing Bugui's darting eyes, Fang Zhiyi understood that the man still had not given up resisting in his heart and was merely looking for an opportunity.
"Listen, whatever you want, I can give you more than that thing can."
Xing Bugui froze, his expression changing instantly. This baffling person in front of him actually referred to the Evil God as that thing?? He suddenly recalled the bizarre events that had just occurred, and a terrifying speculation formed in his mind.
"You... you are a Blasphemer! No, no, no, a Blasphemer would not be like you..."
Fang Zhiyi patted his shoulder. "Spot on. I am no Blasphemer, but rather... an atheist."
"An atheist?" Xing Bugui's brain somewhat short-circuited, but when he figured out the meaning behind those words, a deep fear rose from the bottom of his heart.
"My Lord! My Lord! The Empire has issued a wanted poster. Should we strike first and recruit the guy, or what?" a reckless voice called out. Everyone turned to see a fellow running in from outside, waving a wanted poster in his hand.
The man cast an odd look at the scene in the room, including his colleague sitting slumped on the floor and clutching his face. However, he did not pay it much mind. After all, getting punished was a common occurrence here. The most pressing matter was to hand the wanted poster over to the Lord. If the other factions beat them to the punch, he would be the one taking the blame.
Xing Bugui watched as the wanted poster was presented right before his eyes.
"My Lord, I have asked around. This kid is a bit bizarre. It is said that the reason for his bounty is classified as the Empire's top secret, but some speculate it has to do with the near-annihilation of an A-rank esper squad... But maybe he is just a scapegoat. After all, he does not look like much, looks like an idiot, really."
As he spoke, he chuckled and reached out to pat the shoulder of the nearby Fang Zhiyi. "Right? Look at this kid, looking all dumb... Do you think those fools made a mistake..."
Behind him, all of his colleagues silently took a step back.
He finally noticed something was off. He took a closer look at the wanted poster in his hand, then turned his head to look at Fang Zhiyi.
"Holy crap, bro, you look a lot like this guy."
He looked at the wanted poster again, then hesitantly looked back at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "That is an ID photo. You know how it is, ID photos usually look pretty dumb."
"Mother of God!"
Later on, Fang Zhiyi also settled the original owner's parents in Xing Bugui's territory. Xing Bugui was a bit dumbfounded. "Are you not afraid I will do something to them?"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "Nope. To be honest, I do not have any emotional attachment to them."
Xing Bugui shot Fang Zhiyi a look of surprise.
"Of course, if they die, your fate will be much worse than theirs."
] [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.
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
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."
