"Holy crap, where did I end up?" Fang Zhiyi was full of confusion. As soon as he landed, he noticed something was wrong.
Little Hei, however, was unusually cautious. Its body curled up into a tight ball.
"No, what are you doing?" Fang Zhiyi didn't understand.
"Shh, careful not to be heard." Little Hei looked extremely wary.
Fang Zhiyi rarely saw it like this and found it a bit funny. "Wait, you actually have things you're afraid of?" Suddenly he paused. Something was wrong. If even this guy who dared to take a few bites out of the Heavenly Dao was scared, could he himself be safe?
Fang Zhiyi immediately looked around. This was a square room with a rather unique decor—the walls were covered in... broken bones?
He immediately looked down to check his own body, and upon seeing it, Fang Zhiyi couldn't help but freeze.
He was a literal skeleton.
The kind without a single speck of meat left on it.
"Wait, what is the meaning of this?"
Little Hei replied in a muffled voice, "This world is very special." Its single eye darted around wildly, taking a good while to stop. "We shouldn't have been discovered."
A simple plotline was transmitted to Fang Zhiyi.
This was an online gaming world named Fallen God. On this planet, eighty percent of people enjoyed the conveniences of technology, and even online games allowed players to project their consciousness inside to experience them. As long as one purchased a nutrition cabin, they could start a new life in Fallen God.
The game Fallen God was even more special. Since its launch, it had been fully hosted by an AI named the Main Brain. Whether it was the development of the game or the changes in the world, everything was autonomously advanced by the Main Brain with only one purpose: to give players a better gaming experience.
Under such a background, many high-level NPCs also developed self-awareness. They even believed that the world they were in was real, so their behavior was much closer to reality. No longer restricted to the meaningless, repetitive dialogue of ordinary online games, NPCs could choose to act according to their own moods and thoughts. This feature alone attracted countless players.
Fang Zhiyi was a boss who had gained self-awareness. He was the final boss of the first floor of the Demon Corridor dungeon. In life, he was a Sword Saint; after death, he was corrupted by necromantic magic and resurrected with a hatred for humanity, transforming from a guardian deity of mankind into an evil skeleton.
But Fang Zhiyi encountered a team of novices. To be honest, he didn't understand why these humans liked to run into his territory in droves. To him, many humans were no different from ants, yet they always jumped around like monkeys, and shortly after being beaten to death, they would happily run back to continue fighting him.
What puzzled Fang Zhiyi even more was that he would also resurrect, so what was the point of this fighting?
He fell into deep thought.
It was not a good thing for a target attacked by players to start trying to think.
News even spread among the players that the boss of the Demon Corridor dungeon seemed to have bugged out! He only knew how to take a beating and didn't fight back! For a time, many people rushed over, and the dungeon entrance was almost packed with people.
Finally, after resurrecting who knows how many times, Fang Zhiyi scratched his head. Although what he touched was his own skull, he figured one thing out: if he couldn't understand it himself, why not ask these people?
His sudden movement terrified the little girl in front of him. Trembling, she watched the skeleton before her stand up with a sword in hand. She and her teammates were nowhere near the level required to clear this dungeon, but they had come hoping to pick up a cheap bargain.
And just when it was their turn, this boss returned to normal!
Black mist began to emanate from Fang Zhiyi's skeletal body.
"Um, let me ask you a question. Since we can't die, why do we fight?"
The players froze, looking at each other in disbelief.
"Didn't the update say that currently only town NPCs are equipped with the ability to think? Could this guy..."
"We hit the jackpot!" A player named Lin Han was somewhat excited. He reached out a hand toward Fang Zhiyi with a friendly expression. "Hello, my name is Lin Han."
Fang Zhiyi stared at his outstretched hand, shook his head after a moment, and said, "You didn't answer my question."
Lin Han felt a bit awkward, but he knew this was an opportunity, a chance to skyrocket to success. "Because in your world, we need to fight to acquire equipment. Do you understand equipment?"
Fang Zhiyi looked the few people up and down in confusion. Seeing their dilapidated scrap-metal gear, Fang Zhiyi seemed to understand. "Then why should I fight you?"
Lin Han took a deep breath. "Because this is your job."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly saw the light. He lifted his blade, and just the black mist alone began to continuously drain the group's health.
"Wait, wait!" Lin Han hadn't expected his words to make this boss get serious.
Fang Zhiyi tilted his head to look at him. "What's wrong?"
Before Lin Han had time to speak, the girl next to him started crying.
"Why are you crying?" Fang Zhiyi didn't understand. The people before him could resurrect when they died, and he could resurrect too.
Seeing him suddenly stop his attack, Lin Han said, "Because, because she thinks you are pitiful!"
Fang Zhiyi froze. "Pitiful?"
"You must be very lonely all by yourself in this gloomy place. If you are willing, you can be friends with us."
Fang Zhiyi pondered the meaning of friends. Looking at the few people in front of him, he suddenly turned around, dug out a few pieces of equipment from the treasure room behind him, and threw them over. "Take these."
From that day on, Fang Zhiyi had friends. Lin Han and the others' need was equipment, and in return, they would occasionally come to chat with Fang Zhiyi, because Fang Zhiyi could not leave this place.
However, in the guild channel of Lin Han and his group, they chatted and Lin Han complained that the boss of the Shadow Corridor was an idiot who was completely played by them. He even suggested bringing other guild members here to farm equipment and reputation.
Fang Zhiyi went easy on them whenever he saw them, which allowed Lin Han to go straight from an ordinary member to the vice guild leader, and also gradually increased their guild's strength.
But when the world updated once again, Fang Zhiyi noticed something was wrong. He watched with his own eyes as a familiar subordinate was beaten to death and never resurrected.
Confused, he touched his own body, then reached out and snapped off one of his own ribs. If it were like before, it would have restored itself in a moment, but today he waited a long time, and that piece of bone remained perfectly fine in his hand.
In other words, he wouldn't resurrect anymore?
Did that mean... death?
Although Fang Zhiyi knew he was already dead, this thought still gave him a fright.
He couldn't wait to ask his friends what exactly had happened in the outside world.
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
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.”
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."
