Zhang Daming was drinking some low-quality liquor he’d gotten from who-knows-where, the pungent smell of alcohol filling the entire room.
So when are you going to find a job? Wang Ling asked, her voice tinged with anxiety. She hadn't brought him back just to support him for free.
Fang Zhiyi spread his hands. How should I know? The economy is bad right now, and there are so many college graduates. You can't blame me.
You... you... Wang Ling stammered. She looked at Fang Zhiyi. He was just as she’d first seen him—clean and composed. How could he not find a job? Or was it that he wasn't looking at all?
I don't care. You must find a job tomorrow. If you have to, go do manual labor! Wang Ling finally snapped.
Fang Zhiyi stretched. Sure!
Zhang Daming suddenly slammed his glass onto the table. I told you not to look for him, but you didn't listen! Look at the two we have now. One dares to come at his big brother with a knife, and the other is a complete freeloader!
Wang Ling looked miserable but didn't argue.
Fang Zhiyi looked up. Speaking of freeloading, I'm hungry.
Zhang Daming roared, Then stay hungry! You contribute nothing to this family, yet you have the nerve to open your mouth and ask for food every day?
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. Exactly. What did you say when you found me? You're my biological parents, aren't you? Isn't it normal for biological parents to provide food and shelter?
You... Zhang Daming already had a foul temper, and he was a mean drunk. His anger flared instantly. Don't think I won't hit you just because you're grown!
Zhang Xiong looked excited, while Wang Ling merely opened her mouth without trying to stop him. Let him hit him, she thought. Maybe a beating will make him settle down and earn some money.
Zhang Daming raised his hand to strike Fang Zhiyi, but the moment he moved, Fang Zhiyi reacted with lightning speed. He grabbed Zhang Daming's wrist and twisted it hard. Zhang Daming let out a howl of pain. Without hesitation, Fang Zhiyi raised his hand and delivered several sharp slaps to Zhang Daming's face—smack, smack, smack. Zhang Daming saw stars, his cheeks swelling rapidly.
Zhang Xiong’s excited expression froze. His mouth hung open so wide it looked like it could fit an egg. Wang Ling also stared, wide-eyed and shocked.
Ergou! How dare you hit your father!
Mom, his leg is fine! Zhang Xiong’s focus was elsewhere.
Fang Zhiyi stopped pretending. He’d originally intended to use the job-hunting excuse to bleed the Zhang family dry, but after seeing those two ten-yuan bills today, he felt he’d had enough. Time for the next phase.
Hey now, a bit of fun between father and son shouldn't be called hitting.
This is mutiny! Pure mutiny! Zhang Daming scrambled up. Son! Get him!
Zhang Xiong hesitated for only a second before stepping forward, only to be met with a slap that sent him spinning several times.
You... you hit me?
Fang Zhiyi looked at him. You're the big brother. You won't hold a grudge against your younger brother for one little slap, right?
Zhang Daming let out another strange cry and grabbed a stool, but similarly, a slap from Fang Zhiyi cleared his head significantly.
Stop it! You unfilial son! Wang Ling screamed.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at her. Seeing she was just talk and no action, he simply sat down.
I don't care. You're my biological parents, so you have to take care of my food, clothes, and housing. Working is too exhausting; I'm going to lie flat.
The room fell deathly silent.
Wang Ling looked at Fang Zhiyi, suddenly realizing what kind of monster she had brought home.
Oh heavens, what a sin! What did I do to deserve this? Two sons—one always causing trouble and losing all our money, and the other even more unfilial, actually hitting his brother and father!
Fang Zhiyi picked his ear. Stop wailing. Forget? Your youngest son has offended everyone in the village. Even if you cry yourself to death, no one will come to help you.
Wang Ling gaped, unable to make a sound for a long time. How had things turned out like this?
Little Hei laughed so hard it almost doubled over—if it had a body. In this regard, you and that unlucky younger brother of yours make a great team. One causes trouble outside, and the other wreaks havoc at home. The Zhang family really is quite pathetic.
Fang Zhiyi replied, What do you mean wreaking havoc? I'm just settling a debt... In the original plot, not a single person in this family was innocent, right? In the end, the villains lived well while the good people died. What kind of bullshit logic is that? Are good people just meant to be bullied?
From that day on, Fang Zhiyi stopped putting on an act. He happily slept in every morning and demanded food the moment he got up. Since the family was out of money, Wang Ling only cooked some watery porridge. Fang Zhiyi took two sips and then flipped the table in annoyance.
And you call yourselves my biological parents? You feed me this?
The other three, who hadn't even eaten yet: ???
Zhang Xiong opened his mouth, still trying to find the words to say, when—slap—he received another heavy blow to the face.
Why did you hit me?
Fang Zhiyi shook his hand. I don't like the look of you. Got a problem?
Zhang Xiong clutched his face.
Zhang Daming never expected that at his age—having lived a life of leisure without doing much work—he would suddenly gain a master to serve.
Fang Zhiyi was no longer silent. If the food was bad, he flipped the table; if something was in his way, he smashed it. Even when Wang Ling tried to scold him using her status as his mother, he didn't hold back, snapping right back at her.
If you couldn't afford to raise me, you shouldn't have had me! Do you think I wanted to be your son? I don't care anyway. You found me and brought me back, so you have to support me!
Zhang Daming had a terrible temper, but now he only dared to mutter a few curses under his breath.
But Fang Zhiyi acted as if he’d downed a crate of stimulants. You old geezer, who the hell are you talking to?
Slap!
Zhang Xiong clutched his face in disbelief. Why did you hit me?
Fang Zhiyi flexed his hand. You're his son. If he talks back to me, I hit you. Any objections? Get up and let's go a round!
Zhang Xiong wanted to cry but had no tears.
I'm telling you, from today on, I don't care what kind of work you do, but I'm going to eat well, drink well, and sleep well. If I go hungry, you'll see what happens! Fang Zhiyi went straight to his room, slamming the door so hard the wooden frame sagged.
The Zhang family members were filled with grief and indignation.
I only realized today that acting like a scumbag is actually quite satisfying... in certain situations, Little Hei chuckled.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. Stop watching the show and help me find where that brat is hiding. We can't let him go back and harass the original host's parents.
Little Hei nodded and vanished in a flash.
Duoduo, your little milky fart has choked me. A man with a forced, deep gravelly voice and an overbearing CEO aura looked at the female lead with burning eyes. The female lead looked bashful.
Not far away, a task-taker clenched his fists. I really want to kill them... what the hell is this!
But his system didn't respond.
Eyeball looked at the intimidating black creature in front of it. B-Big brother, can I help you?
Little Hei nodded. I'm looking for someone. Don't you have good eyes?
Y-Yes...
Pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft pfft....
Little Hei and the Eyeball system turned their heads at the same time. Little Hei looked disgusted. That's your task?
Eyeball nodded, though its emotions remained unreadable.
"It really has been quite an ordeal. That Overlord of yours... is he about to kick the bucket?" Little Hei asked, sounding casual.
Eyeball paused for a moment, answering awkwardly, "I... I'm not sure."
"Never mind, I won't make things difficult for you. Let's find someone."
"Someone, come here! My little princess has soiled her pants!" the overbearing CEO bellowed. The task-taker's brow furrowed deeply, his expression more pained than if he had been forced to eat filth. When would this life finally come to an end?
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!
] [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!"
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?!
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?"
