Fang Zhiyi had virtually become the Zhang family's worst nightmare. Under the threat of his sheer physical force, even a lazybones like Zhang Daming was driven to work as a temporary laborer at a construction site. Seeing him arrive, many acquaintances teased, Well, isn't this something? Even you, Zhang Daming, have a day where you actually work?
Zhang Daming wore a face full of sorrow. He occasionally looked back at Fang Zhiyi, who was staring at him from a distance, and closed his open mouth.
He hadn't lived such a bitter life in decades!
Wang Ling and Zhang Xiong were in the same boat. Wang Ling struggled to reclaim land that had been abandoned for years, sparking much discussion among the locals. Meanwhile, even though Zhang Xiong had a crippled hand, he still couldn't escape Fang Zhiyi's demonic clutches.
Get moving! A beautiful life is created with your own two hands! Don't slack off! Fang Zhiyi had completely let himself go. Every day before dawn, he would take a stick and pound on their doors. If they were even slightly slow to come out, he would kick the door in.
The evenings were even worse. Not only did Fang Zhiyi make them work during the day, but he also took on odd jobs for them to do at night.
Zhang Daming wanted to cry but had no tears left. A beautiful life is created with your own two hands? Then why don't you use your own hands to create it! What's the point of just yelling about it?
But even so, Fang Zhiyi always found a reason to pick a fight. He either complained that the food wasn't good or that they earned too little. Today he would take them to help people harvest grain, and tomorrow he would send them to the construction site. Compared to the Zhang couple, Zhang Xiong had it worse. After he messed up a job for the third time, Fang Zhiyi directly got him a pulley cart and ordered him to go out and beg.
If you don't beg for enough money, don't come back!
Zhang Xiong looked at the tattered clothes on his body, his face full of deep, bitter resentment.
Of course, even if you don't come back, I can still find you. And when I do... Fang Zhiyi cracked his wrists.
Meanwhile, Zhang Daming and Wang Ling, standing to the side, dared not say a word. Ever since Fang Zhiyi repeatedly used methods even more violent than Zhang Daming's to solve problems, they had grown terrified of him.
They were selfish by nature, otherwise, they wouldn't have sold their child. In this situation, their first instinct was naturally to save themselves. Faced with their son's pleading gaze, Zhang Daming lowered his head, and Wang Ling unnaturally turned her face away.
As a result, Zhang Xiong began to hate his parents.
A few more days passed. The Zhang family was living in a living hell, but Fang Zhiyi's reputation was excellent.
Did you hear? The son the Zhang family brought back.
The one who hacked people?
No, not that one. The college student. Who knows what method he used, but he got the whole Zhang family to go to work.
Are you kidding? That family? Working? Is that even humanly possible?
Hey, don't disbelieve it. I saw it with my own eyes. That kid really doesn't seem like Zhang family seed; he's made of good stuff!
Zhang Daming cared about his pride. He couldn't exactly say he was beaten into submission by his son, so upon hearing the villagers' gossip, he could only lower his head and quickly walk past.
It's all your fault. Look at what you brought back! Is this a son? This is my father, a living father! Zhang Daming grumbled resentfully at night.
Wang Ling also wore a bitter expression. She had gotten much darker from the sun recently, and when she came home, she had to cook under Fang Zhiyi's supervision. She didn't even dare to complain; if she scolded Fang Zhiyi, her precious eldest son would get beaten on the other side. Plus, Fang Zhiyi had a sharper tongue than she did.
Why don't we kick him out? Wang Ling said hesitantly.
Zhang Daming thought for a moment, gritted his teeth, and nodded.
So the next day, when Fang Zhiyi returned from a stroll, he found the front door shut tight.
Leave! Go back to the city! Our relationship ends here! Zhang Daming pushed against the door from the inside. He was truly terrified of being tormented any further.
Mom will come visit you in the future! Wang Ling, terrified that Fang Zhiyi would lose his temper, quickly added, Our family's situation can't compare to others. Hurry back!
The answer they received was a dull thud.
What was that sound? Zhang Daming looked blankly at his wife. The next moment, the sound rang out right by his ear. Half an axe blade smashed through the wooden door in front of him, appearing vividly right before his eyes.
The axe was pulled out, and Fang Zhiyi's eye appeared in the gap.
That won't do. You are my closest relatives. You said so yourselves... How could I abandon my family to go enjoy a good life all by myself? Fang Zhiyi's voice revealed a trace of excitement that made one's blood run cold.
At this moment, Zhang Daming's legs went weak. He was genuinely terrified. This Second Son was even more terrifying than the Third Son! At least he could beat the Third Son in a fight, but this one he couldn't beat, and he was completely unreasonable!
Before Fang Zhiyi could dismantle the door, Zhang Daming took the initiative to open it, his face full of flattery. Son, um, Dad was just speaking nonsense earlier...
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and sneered. He then stared straight at Wang Ling, who immediately said, Mom was joking too. You're the apple of Mom's eye. How could Mom drive you away?
At this time, Zhang Xiong, who had been standing motionless in the back, had a bad premonition.
Slap!
It wasn't me, why are you hitting me! Zhang Xiong truly had no temper left. The slap brought tears to his eyes.
Didn't you hear? It wasn't Mom's idea, and it wasn't Dad's idea. Then doesn't that mean it was your idea? I'll beat you to death, you culprit trying to tear this family apart!
Zhang Daming grimaced at the sight, but he didn't dare step forward in the slightest. He had already witnessed Fang Zhiyi's ferocity. Right now, as long as he wasn't the one getting hit, anything was fine. Wang Ling, although looking heartbroken, shared the exact same mentality.
If it didn't work the first time, they would try a second time. While out working, the Zhang family started secretly plotting. If they couldn't afford to provoke him, couldn't they just hide? If you won't leave, then we will!
So that night, Zhang Daming took his wife and son, packed a few things, and quietly snuck away from home. The muddy road at night was hard to walk on, but as long as they could get away from that devil who exploited the whole family, anything was worth it!
After running for who knows how long, Zhang Daming was panting from exhaustion. He leaned against a tree by the side of the road and sat down. Damn it, it's all your fault, you stupid woman. I told you a long time ago, he was already sold, but you just had to look for him. Look for him, huh? Look, is there a single good thing about the one we brought back?
Wang Ling also felt aggrieved. How was I supposed to know they would turn out like this? You only know how to blame me, but didn't you just want the money back then too?
The two started bickering. Only Zhang Xiong looked tense. Stop arguing. What if someone hears us?
Let who hear?
A voice that made his very soul tremble sounded right by his ear. Zhang Xiong slowly turned his head, squeezing out a smile that looked uglier than crying. Ergou, no, brother... how did you...
Zhang Daming and Wang Ling's faces turned completely white.
Fang Zhiyi was grinning ferociously like an evil spirit. Mom, Dad, where are you going in the middle of the night?
We, we... Zhang Daming caught a glimpse of the axe in Fang Zhiyi's hand, and his heart jolted. We were thinking of hitting the road early to find some money-making work.
Yes, yes, yes! Wang Ling nodded repeatedly.
Fang Zhiyi nodded and smiled. Oh, okay, let's go then? He seemed to believe them.
The Zhang family could only brace themselves and keep walking. Heaven did seem to favor them, though. A factory on the outskirts of town had a lot of things to move and was recruiting porters bright and early in the morning. Zhang Daming and the other two bit the bullet and signed up.
But they did not see a single cent of the money; Fang Zhiyi had taken it all.
Fang Zhiyi had it easy. He pocketed the cash and left, spending a carefree day in town before returning to pick up the trio.
By now, Zhang Daming and the other two were dead on their feet. They had no idea what Fang Zhiyi had said to the boss, but the man had watched them like a hawk. The grueling physical labor left the three of them in absolute agony. Zhang Xiong, with his crippled hand, felt particularly close to death.
"Mom, Dad, am I going to die..." Zhang Xiong wailed on the journey back, his face a picture of misery. His only good hand had completely lost all feeling.
"Don't talk nonsense..." Wang Ling murmured, trying to comfort him. She stared at Fang Zhiyi, who was strolling leisurely ahead of them, completely baffled as to where their plan had derailed. Weren't she and her husband supposed to be the ones forcing Fang Zhiyi to work and bleeding him dry?
Their escape plan had failed, leaving Wang Ling to consider her final option: calling the police.
Especially after her precious eldest son was once again beaten to a howling mess by Fang Zhiyi, she finally decided to risk it all.

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."

transmigrates into the world as the sect master of the Heavenly Yan Sect, which is on the verge of being wiped out. He binds a system that grants him cultivation power based on the number of disciples he has: for each disciple, he automatically gains a year's worth of cultivation every single day! Take one disciple: every day he gains 1 year of cultivation power. While others struggle through a year of bitter training, he gets the same just by sleeping through a single night. Take ten disciples: every day he gains 10 years of cultivation power. Foundation Establishment, Core Formation, Nascent Soul—he breezes through all bottlenecks without lifting a finger. Take one hundred disciples: every day he gains 100 years of cultivation power. Even a Soul Transformation Venerable before him can’t survive a single blow. Take ten thousand disciples: every day he gains 10,000 years of cultivation power! With a wave of his hand, he topples empires. With a single step, he crushes the sacred grounds of the universe. ... While others fight tooth and nail for secret techniques, Lin Yan casually hands out Nascent Soul-level cultivation manuals as beginner textbooks. While others strain to find talented recruits, Lin Yan opens his doors to anyone—so long as they’re human. In just three short years, the Heavenly Yan Sect went from a backwater sect made up of three crumbling huts to a sacred land that every cultivator under heaven would kill to enter. ... One day, otherworldly demon gods invade, with a million demon soldiers pressing down upon the realm. Lin Yan, yawning, rises from his lounge chair and glances at the system panel: [Current Disciples: 1.28 million] [Daily Cultivation Increase: 1.28 million years] He waves his hand casually, and the countless demon soldiers are reduced to ashes in an instant. “So noisy… interrupting my fishing.”

. As long as he maintains the villain image and follows the plot to the grand finale, he can obtain generous rewards and return to the real world. So Gu Chen'an entered the role and began to act as a scumbag villain, but who would have expected that the female leads could hear his inner thoughts. Miss Su from the Su family was shocked: "I originally thought Gu Chen'an was a scumbag, but I didn't expect he turned out to be a gentleman! What? You said I have to call off the engagement? I definitely won't, I'll piss you off!" Bai Yuan Tian was dumbfounded: "Young Master Gu is usually unreasonable and a complete brat, but he actually calls me little sweetie in his heart? What, Young Master Gu even said he likes me?" As the female leads' images collapsed more and more, the plot also collapsed with it. Gu Chen'an looked at all this chaos. "Ladies, don't aggro me, if you keep this up the male lead really will stab me, I still need to survive to the grand finale!"

iemie, male, Race: Moon. Hobby: Collecting anomalies. At first, he thought he possessed two systems: the Crimson Rainbow Moon and the Clear Cold Frost Moon. One day, he discovered that he himself could also become a system for others, holding the chessboard of fate. The Eighth Epoch, also known as the Eternal Moon Epoch. Humans, witches, elves, bloodline descendants, specters, demons, and spirits together compose a new history. Walking the path on behalf of the moon, before he knew it, Chen Miemie's footsteps were followed by all manner of strange and wondrous anomalies. As time passed, many titles circulated about him—The King in Yellow, Lord of Anomalies, Heart of the Eternal Moon, and more. "Me? I'm just a traveler who enjoys collecting interesting creatures," Chen Miemie said.