Fang Zhiyi asked, "Why?"
"There are lunatics down there. They attack everyone who enters." The demon looked as if it still felt lingering fear just thinking about it.
Fang Zhiyi had one good trait: he listened to advice. Even the boss of the fifth floor said so, so why would he go looking for death?
The other bosses watched as their boss bent over and started rummaging through the demon lord's treasury. Before long, a pile of top-tier equipment was tossed onto the ground.
"Boss, what are you doing..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't even turn his head. "You guys don't understand. Is this stuff of any use to you?"
"No," the succubus replied after thinking for a moment.
"Exactly. If it's useless, why keep it?" Fang Zhiyi continued his busywork. "I have a way to trade this useless junk for some good stuff."
The bosses looked at each other and chose to watch Fang Zhiyi work in silence.
They weren't familiar with each other anyway, and it seemed like only this skeleton boss knew what was going on, so they might as well listen to him.
Meanwhile, outside the Demon Corridor dungeon, members of several guilds had already gathered, all here to compete for the first kill.
According to the Main Brain's announcement, the world was now completely open, and the Fallen God's world held infinite possibilities. Everything required the players to explore on their own, and the Main Brain would completely withdraw its interference.
And these players all knew that the formerly strongest boss, Fang Zhiyi, was gradually being phased out. No matter the cost, they had to take him down.
The guilds glared at each other like tigers watching their prey.
Money Rat was also watching from a short distance away. He wanted to go in and discuss their future cooperation with Fang Zhiyi, but given the current situation...
The dungeon's restrictions had been lifted, which led to the members of the various guilds swarming in all at once. The common monsters on the first floor had never seen so many people appear at the same time, and they quickly fell at the hands of the players.
However, when these people burst into Fang Zhiyi's room, everyone was stunned.
A headless boss wearing black and red armor stood there silently, its hands resting on a heavy sword.
It couldn't speak, but it followed Fang Zhiyi's arrangements. The boss had said that some guys would come by for target practice today, and told it to entertain them well.
"What... what is this!" someone stared blankly, watching with his own eyes as his guild's strongest swordsman was sent flying by a single strike from the headless boss.
The players' strength was simply insufficient to fight against an existence that was nearly twenty levels higher than them. Wherever the headless knight went, players' exclamations rang out continuously, large patches of white light flashed, and people were constantly sent back to the revival point.
Money Rat, who had followed them in looking for an opportunity, was also shocked. Could it be that Fang Zhiyi was already dead? It wasn't impossible; now that NPCs had the ability to think, turning on their companions was something that could happen.
Facing the heavy sword swung by the headless knight, Money Rat didn't dodge. He was dressed in rags and never carried anything valuable on his person.
But just as the heavy sword was about to hit him, it stopped abruptly.
The headless knight slowly retracted its sword and returned to its previous stance.
Money Rat was a bit confused, but glancing at the equipment scattered all over the ground, he became elated again. Wasn't he about to strike it rich once more?
"Fatty, likes to pick up junk..." The headless knight watched his every move. The boss must have been talking about this human, but what use was this human?
It observed the fat man for a while but ultimately couldn't figure it out, so it tapped Money Rat, who was busy picking things up, with its sword.
Money Rat jumped in fright, but seeing the headless knight point in a certain direction, he understood something and walked over there, bowing and scraping.
The headless knight followed behind him, and any small monsters that tried to attack him were casually swatted to death by the knight.
All the way down to the fifth underground floor, Money Rat saw that familiar figure. The skeleton was slouched on a throne, and standing on either side of the throne were several guys who looked like they were not to be messed with.
"You're here? It's my fault, I forgot that guy can't speak. But fortunately, it seems to have recognized you. After all, in this world, everyone is either a handsome man or a beautiful woman; you're the only one playing as a fat guy." Fang Zhiyi tilted his head, the ghost fire in his eyes flickering.
Money Rat rubbed his hands together. "Hehe, my lord, it's great that you're alright."
Fang Zhiyi sat up straight. "Let's talk business."
Money Rat stared wide-eyed as the other bosses stepped forward and dropped the equipment.
"Boss! I am willing to serve you like a dog!" Money Rat's eyes were filled with the shape of money. These things! They were all future top-tier equipment!
"Don't rush. If you take this stuff out, what do you think will happen?" Fang Zhiyi said suddenly.
"It will..." Money Rat suddenly realized. He could handle the previous items, but if he suddenly had so many good things in his hands now, it would probably bring him no small amount of trouble...
"My lord, what do you suggest?"
Fang Zhiyi let out a raspy laugh. "Are you interested in doing a different kind of business?"
Due to the changes in the world, Lin Han and the others also got a chance to catch their breath. He finally reunited with his two teammates, and the three of them cursed Fang Zhiyi's cunning together.
"I heard that the people who went to get the first kill on that skeleton all died," Xiaorou said.
"No way, even if he's strong, he's not strong enough to deal with that many people..."
"No, rumor has it that the boss there has changed. It became a headless knight, and it's absolutely terrifying!"
"Huh? Did that annoying skeleton die?"
"I don't know."
"Why don't we go take a look?" Lin Han pondered. "What if there's some opportunity? After all, these NPCs have just learned how to think, so they're a bit stupid."
They followed the other players into the dungeon, but contrary to the rumors, the one who greeted them was not the headless knight, but an extremely seductive woman. Although she was thrilling to look at, this succubus was also extremely ruthless when she struck.
Seeing Lin Han and his group trying to get close to her, the succubus paused for a moment.
"The boss said that anyone who takes the initiative to get close is a bad person."
Before Lin Han could understand what she meant, he was killed.
More rumors spread. Some said the boss in this dungeon was a cute little girl, some said it was a demon, and some even traveled thousands of miles just to see the succubus. Finally, the players concluded that the boss of this dungeon was random! Otherwise, there was no way to explain this strange phenomenon. It couldn't be that everyone had eaten hallucinogenic mushrooms, right?
The changes in the Demon Corridor dungeon made many people curious about what exactly had happened there. However, the number of people coming to explore also decreased significantly. Novel experiences were good and all, but dying and dropping equipment was absolutely unacceptable.
At the same time, the leaders of several major guilds all received an invitation letter. The one who sent the invitation was the behind-the-scenes boss of the Laicai Chamber of Commerce, Money Rat.
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?"
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."
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.
u Chenyuan transmigrated into a female-oriented novel about a real and fake heiress, becoming the CEO elder brother of both. Unfortunately, the entire Lu family—including himself, the CEO—were mere cannon fodder in the story. Determined to save himself, Lu Chenyuan took action. The spoiled, attention-seeking fake heiress? Thrown into the harsh realities of the working class to learn humility. The love-struck real heiress? Pushed toward academic excellence, so lofty goals would blind her to trivial romances. As for the betrayed, vengeful arranged marriage wife… the plot hadn’t even begun yet. There was still time—if he couldn’t handle her, he could at least avoid her. "CEO Lu, are you avoiding me?" Mo Qingli fixed her gaze on Lu Chenyuan. For the first time, the shrewd and calculating Lu Chenyuan felt a flicker of unease.
