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.
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."
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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.
and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!
