Fang Zhiyi wasn't idle either. Since he couldn't leave, he might as well figure out how to level up.
Looking at the one or two experience points provided by those monsters, Fang Zhiyi felt a bit helpless. However, according to the concept of online games, as long as there was an update, more powerful bosses would appear. If he didn't work hard, he would only end up being abandoned by the times.
Thus, in the deserted Demon Corridor dungeon, a hardworking boss patrolled back and forth. He even calculated the respawn time of every mob so that one full lap would perfectly align with the new mobs respawning.
Although Money Rat didn't understand why a dungeon boss like Fang Zhiyi needed money, he followed the rules strictly. A portion of the money earned was kept separately.
Meanwhile, Lin Han and his group fell into a situation where they were hunted down every day. He had thought about quitting the game, but all his savings were invested in it, from the gaming rig to the in-game equipment. Lin Han firmly believed this game could make money. He could only comfort himself that things would get better after enduring it for a while; there were no hurdles that couldn't be overcome.
However, he could never get in touch with Flowing Cloud again, which made Lin Han a bit sad.
During these days, the game ushered in its final update.
This update also meant that the world of Fallen Gods was closer to reality. Every NPC could be interacted with freely. As long as you wanted, you could even make friends with NPCs and get their help. But at the same time, it meant that those originally foolish monsters might now be more cunning and difficult to deal with. However, there was still an advantage for the players: after all, players would resurrect after death, but when those monsters died, they were dead for good.
As the countdown ended, a beam of light enveloped the entire world.
Fang Zhiyi stood at the door, looking at the vast white sky outside. Tsk tsk, look at them.
Little Hei, however, shrank itself even smaller. It felt a sense of being stared at, as if some giant entity was patrolling the world it had created from the sky.
Large batches of players began to log in. They were pleasantly surprised to find that the environment around them was much more realistic. Some NPCs who usually only repeated the same lines were now highly approachable to players. Some were thinking, some were smiling brightly, and some were already conversing with players.
The NPCs also began to leave their fixed activity areas, wandering around like real residents.
Fang Zhiyi didn't step out of the dungeon. He just stared outside in a daze for a while, then suddenly turned and walked towards the depths of the dungeon.
Before long, he reached the end. This was originally a dead end, but now a pitch-black cave entrance had appeared. Stairs extended downward along the cave passage. Fang Zhiyi made a decision.
Little Hei watched as he eagerly ran back to his own room and opened the treasury. Starting today, the items in the treasury would no longer refresh.
Fang Zhiyi tore down the curtains, packed all the equipment from the treasury inside, and carried it on his back as if fleeing from a disaster. He ran towards the cave entrance on his two skeletal legs.
After passing the pitch-black stairs, the view suddenly opened up. This place was different from the floor he was on; it looked more like the interior of an ancient castle. Torches hung on the walls, and some medieval suits of armor stood quietly on both sides.
Just as Fang Zhiyi approached, a suit of armor suddenly attacked. Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi was prepared and dodged the attack just by tilting his head. Seeing more armors coming to life, Fang Zhiyi drew his sword.
Little Hei jumped up and down excitedly. Slash him! Watch out behind you!
Not to mention the original owner, Fang Zhiyi's own agility was much better. He found that after being reduced to a mere skeleton, his body seemed much lighter. What surprised him even more was that the monsters here could provide him with two experience points!
That was a whole point higher than his own floor! It had doubled!
Suddenly, a smooth tail flashed past his neck bones like lightning, bringing a biting chill. He was startled and wanted to turn his head to check, but he felt a pair of slender, cold fingers gently rest on his shoulders.
What are you doing in my territory? A deep and enchanting voice sounded in his ear, like an evil ghost from hell. Fang Zhiyi's heart tightened, and he slowly turned his head to the left. The sight before him almost made his breathing stop.
An extremely glamorous face appeared before his eyes. It was a woman with pale, bluish skin and bright red lipstick. The slightly raised corners of her mouth revealed an imperceptible sneer. However, the most shocking thing was her eyes; those pupils were actually vertical, like a feline's, emitting an eerie glow.
The end of the woman's tail was a sharp triangle, which was currently wandering around Fang Zhiyi's neck. The spike gently touched his bones, bringing a creepy sensation. Her body was pressed tightly against Fang Zhiyi, yet it had no warmth at all.
A succubus? The word popped into Fang Zhiyi's mind.
At the same time, he also realized the gap in strength. The creature in front of him was probably the boss of the second floor.
Ahem, well, I'm here to inspect the work, Fang Zhiyi cleared his throat.
Inspect the work? Strictly speaking, this succubus was only born today. Although she could think, her experience was still quite insufficient.
Fang Zhiyi pointed above his head. I am above you, understand?
Hmm... yes, you have the same scent as us.
Could you get off me first? Fang Zhiyi shook the bundle on his back.
The succubus thought for a moment and obediently got off Fang Zhiyi.
Looking at the powerful but somewhat naive creature in front of him, Fang Zhiyi knew it was time to put on a show.
Little Hei listened to Fang Zhiyi's bluffing with a dumbfounded look. No, is this right? What makes you think she'll believe it?
So you are on the first floor, therefore you are number one, meaning the boss? The succubus understood Fang Zhiyi's words.
Fang Zhiyi was very satisfied. Exactly! You are so smart.
The succubus then nodded immediately. Okay, boss.
Little Hei rolled its eyes. Fine, it had overthought it.
Who is on the floor below you?
I don't know, boss.
Don't keep calling me boss.
Understood, boss.
Tsk.
Just as players began to bluff some clueless NPCs, no one expected that in a certain dungeon, an unscrupulous boss was desperately bluffing his equally clueless colleagues.
The Headless Horseman on the third floor, the Vampire Princess on the fourth floor, and the Demon Lord on the fifth floor.
It wasn't entirely because of Fang Zhiyi's bluffing. The Headless Horseman was rather brainless (which he literally was), the vampire was just too lazy, and although the demon was full of suspicion, looking at the three peers following behind Fang Zhiyi, he made the choice most beneficial to himself.
Boss, we can't go down any further, the demon said.

lan, the Luo family, tracked him down - along with the babies in their arms. Mo Xuan stared pensively at the paternity test results from over a dozen top institutions, both domestic and international, showing a 99.99% match between himself and the two baby girls. At 23, Mo Xuan, a doctoral student, had become the father of two three-year-old children. The kicker? The mothers weren't even the same person! He gradually realized he was being lured step by step into an elaborate trap designed by these two yandere sisters. "Be good, little Xuan. Sister's life belongs to you entirely." "Brother, if you try to run away, I'll have no choice but to tie you up." Mo Xuan: "Do whatever you want, ladies. I give up."

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.

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."

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?