Fang Zhiyi’s footsteps came to a halt.
What kind of system are you? You have no mall and your points are useless. Besides staring with that giant eye of yours, what else can you do?
Lately, many systems have been devoured by that Hunter. I’m a newcomer... many of my functions haven't been perfected yet.
You’re nothing but a surveillance camera!
Host, please refer to me as the Eye of True Sight, thank you. I can see many things that you cannot.
Bullshit.
Fang Zhiyi turned his head to look at the young man who was also holding an ice pop.
And the massive eyeball perched on his shoulder.
The eyeball had also turned toward him now, and he could clearly see its pupil constricting to the extreme.
Host, stop talking. Just run.
Run my ass! Aren't we supposed to help that guy find his young miss? These women are truly bizarre, running all over the place while pregnant. What do they call it, running away with the ball? Of all the places to run, why run to a town like this... the young man continued to grumble. Hey? Hey? Are you there?
The eyeball’s voice was already trembling. I’m... here, Host... we’re in trouble.
In its vision, a patch of darkness loomed behind Fang Zhiyi. That darkness was gradually expanding, brandishing dozens of tentacles behind his back, along with a bloody, gaping maw...
The young man saw Fang Zhiyi staring at him and gave an embarrassed smile. Hello.
Fang Zhiyi smiled too. Hello. Very good.
Host, he, he, he’s the Hunter. The eyeball tried its best to squeeze itself behind the young man.
The young man froze, looking at Fang Zhiyi in confusion. What are you talking about? He’s just a person.
You, look for yourself! The eyeball directly linked its nerves to the young man. In the next moment, the young man was stunned. Borrowing the system’s vision, he saw the terrifying monster behind Fang Zhiyi with his own eyes.
The ice pop in his hand slipped and fell.
C-can you handle him?
The eyeball was nearly in tears. Handle him? My ass! I’m a novice! Don’t you understand? I’m the equivalent of a human intern!
Fang Zhiyi suddenly leaned in close. Both the eyeball and the taskmaster involuntarily took a step back.
Let me ask you, why hasn't anyone come looking for me lately?
The young man instinctively turned to look at his system. The eyeball spoke with some fear, Sovereign... bah, the Transmigration Bureau has suffered too many losses over there. Many taskmasters simply don't want to encounter you... It even used the formal "you," as Little Hei’s tentacles were hovering nearby.
Fang Zhiyi nodded thoughtfully. I see. You may go.
The man and his system breathed a sigh of relief, both thinking of leaving as quickly as possible.
Suddenly.
Hey!
Big brother, do you have any instructions? the young man asked, rubbing his hands together.
Fang Zhiyi wore an eerie smile. Got any money?
The young man was visibly stunned.
On the way back to the village, Fang Zhiyi comfortably patted his full belly. Look at them. Other people who transmigrate never lack money. I transmigrate and have to find my own ways to earn it. Look at you.
Little Hei rolled its eyes at him. You’re too cruel. You only left them a hundred yuan for bus fare.
What do you mean I left them a hundred? He gave it to me voluntarily! Fang Zhiyi said indignantly. Besides, didn't you hear their mission was to take the male lead’s pregnant first love back to cause a scene? Since they’ve hooked up with such a big character, could they possibly lack these few thousand yuan of mine?
Little Hei shrugged helplessly. Sigh... I could have had a nice snack.
Forget it. They showed some respect, so don't always think about exterminating everyone.
Little Hei, however, looked at the sky with a thoughtful expression. Is it almost time?
Time for what? It’s still a long way back, Fang Zhiyi replied casually, completely unaware that Little Hei wasn't asking about the walk.
Heh, look at that. You’ve offended the original owner’s younger brother to death, Little Hei laughed as they were about to arrive.
Fang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised. I thought he’d at least be a bit smarter, maybe try poisoning me or something. At the very least, he’d throw a snake in while I was sleeping. This direct?
Indeed, in the shadows, Third Son’s eyes were red as he gripped the wooden club in his hand. Although he also hated the Zhang family, he hated Fang Zhiyi even more now. Clearly, Fang Zhiyi used to look out for him first in everything, but this time he had treated him like that. He must be trying to show off in front of their biological parents! All that care for him in the past was just an act!
When he spotted Fang Zhiyi’s figure, he reacted immediately, picking up the wooden club Zhang Daming had used to beat him earlier that day.
To think you’re my brother, yet you’ve ruined me like this... Third Son justified his actions in his heart. I’ve always hated how you hypocritically tried to please those two old things in the Fang family, and now you’re sucking up to Mom and Dad. Why should I be the one getting beaten?
If you won't let me have a good life, you won't have one either! Third Son made up his mind. He would knock Fang Zhiyi down with one blow, vent his anger, take his money, and head out to make it on his own! He didn't want to stay here for another second!
What biological parents? They were just snobs who looked down on people!
But just as he swung the club, Fang Zhiyi stepped to the side. Third Son watched in disbelief as the club hit nothing but air. Fang Zhiyi’s face emerged from the shadows, looking pale under the moonlight. He suddenly grinned.
Ah! Third Son, why are you hitting me!
Fang Zhiyi’s miserable cry rang out abruptly, and he collapsed onto the ground.
This commotion naturally attracted the Zhang family, who had been sitting in the house waiting for Fang Zhiyi to return. The three of them rushed out one after another.
You... I clearly didn't hit you... you... Third Son was dazed. Perhaps his eyes had played tricks on him for a moment, but he had been in fights with other hooligans before. How could he not know if a club had struck someone?
It was simply too late.
When the Zhang family saw Third Son holding the club, Wang Ling’s expression changed first. What are you doing!
She wasn't worried about Fang Zhiyi; she was simply afraid that something might happen to their "money bag."
I didn't...
Fang Zhiyi clutched his leg with a look of agony. I can't do it... my leg...
You’re lying! I clearly aimed for your head...
Zhang Daming was furious. You actually dared to go for his head! He sent a kick flying, knocking Third Son to the ground, but they were more concerned about Fang Zhiyi.
Why are you back so late? Did you find a job today?
Fang Zhiyi sneered inwardly. These people really had no patience. He clutched his leg, looking pained. I found one... pedaling a tricycle for a big boss. It pays eight thousand a month... He even pulled out five hundred yuan. This is the deposit they gave me...
Eight thousand for pedaling a tricycle? Zhang Xiong was full of disbelief. Where is there such a good job? You’re trying to trick us, aren't you?
Fang Zhiyi looked up. Why would I trick you? You think it’s just ordinary tricycle pedaling? It’s for receiving foreign guests! And they give tips! When the time comes, I’ll train dozens of old men and women. In a year, I’ll be making at least ten million!
You...
Ow, my leg... Fang Zhiyi began to wail.
Only then did the family remember the fact that Fang Zhiyi’s leg had been struck.
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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."
or! A blessing for those who struggle with love, a guidebook for dating novices. Quickly match with your dream goddess! Complete walkthroughs earn rewards, and perfect walkthroughs unlock limited achievements!】 Shen Yi, an ordinary office worker, accidentally downloads a mini-game called Dating Simulator. The mini-game is simple: randomly search for dating targets, simulate dates, and receive rewards upon successful confession. Rewards include but are not limited to money, attributes, and skills. The higher the evaluation, the better the rewards, with perfect ratings unlocking mysterious achievements. Shen Yi plans to use this mysterious mini-game to continuously pursue targets and improve himself, making his life better and better. ...... However, after several successful walkthroughs, Shen Yi suddenly notices something strange - the targets he previously simulated dating seem to be searching for him in real life?
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
