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?
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."
end. Thus one must continue to cultivate, and become a saint or great emperor, in order to prolong one's life. Chen Xia, however, completely reversed this. Since his transmigration, he has gained immortality, and also a system that awards him with attribute points for every year he lives. Thus between the myriad worlds, the legend of an unparalleled senior appeared. "A gentleman takes revenge; it is never too late even after ten thousand years." "When you were at your peak I yielded, now in your old age I shall trample on you." - Chen Xia
ap a wealthy young lady? Or else I'll be eliminated by the system? Ye Feng, who awakened the Kidnapper System, originally wanted to live a peaceful life but never imagined he would become a kidnapper of young women. However, after some time, he discovered that all the girls the system ordered him to kidnap were far from ordinary. "Big brother Ye Feng~ You've kidnapped my heart, and now you're not allowed to leave me ever again~" "Ye Feng~ You kidnapped me back then, now it's my turn to capture you♡" "Little Feng, you're mine! You can only be mine!" "Ye Feng, none of them deserve you. Only I love you the most♡" ... This is madness, they've all gone mad! Wait, what? Why are all the girls I kidnapped yanderes?!
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
