"That chair isn't bad! Take it away!"
"What's this on the wall? Are these gems?"
"This guy is so poor."
The lich felt like crying. Watching these guys actually use their weapons to pry the gems off his walls, he couldn't hold back anymore.
"Stop!"
Several cold gazes simultaneously turned toward him.
The lich shivered, forcing a face full of smiles. "Um, big brothers, if you... if you take everything away, what am I supposed to do?"
The group turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. The lich watched as the skeleton, who had been standing there the whole time, slowly walked up to him.
"You..."
Although the lich couldn't sense how strong this skeleton in front of him was, he had definitely experienced the strength of his subordinates. He shrank back a little.
"Take this."
The lich watched as the group swaggered away, then looked down at the parchment in his hand.
"An employment application form?" The lich was a bit puzzled, but after looking around his ruined lair, he gritted his teeth. He'd do it!
Lin Han really felt like he couldn't keep playing this game anymore. He didn't know what exactly had happened, but the Brotherhood of the Four Seas was sticking to him like a dog-skin plaster, impossible to shake off. In less than a month, Xiaorou had died over a hundred times, and he was only slightly better off, having died several dozen times. The most miserable one was Nameless; his luck was terrible, and all of his equipment had dropped upon death.
Young Master Yan of the Brotherhood of the Four Seas had put out the word: they would keep killing him until he quit the game!
However, facing this kind of adversity actually ignited Lin Han's fighting spirit.
"Thirty years on the east side of the river, thirty years on the west side. Do not bully the young and poor!" Gritting his teeth, he barged into an area filled with high-level monsters. There were no other players here for the time being. Although he would face more threats, he believed he would definitely find a way to improve himself.
The Demon Corridor officially entered a period of rapid development. Money Rat practically lived at the front gate of the Demon Corridor. Fang Zhiyi had instructed him to find a way to rent out the street stalls set up at the entrance. Money Rat could only use his own methods to promote them, as he really couldn't imagine who would come here to do business.
Facts proved that he was short-sighted. As the reputation of the Demon Corridor Group grew and their business scope expanded, many players started frequenting the area. The stalls that Money Rat originally thought would lose money were actually more than half rented out.
Only then did Money Rat realize the foresight of that Skeleton Sword Saint. The location of the Demon Corridor dungeon was exactly at the center point between several cities. To the north was the newly opened area, and to the south was the Black Forest. If this place served as a transit hub, its future was limitless! Not to mention that the number of clients coming with commissions was increasing, and there were also many small groups coming to accept bounty quests. This place had been completely revitalized by Fang Zhiyi.
A subordinate hurried over to give him some intelligence. Without overthinking it, Money Rat turned and walked into the dungeon. After all, he was now making a living under Fang Zhiyi, so of course he had to perform well when given the chance, right?
"The salary is three thousand gold coins a month, with a twenty percent commission on accepted orders. But let's get this straight beforehand: if the boss is dissatisfied and files a complaint, depending on the actual situation, your commission for the month will be deducted. In severe cases, you might even be fired. Do you accept?" The succubus was as enchanting as ever, and the banshee sitting opposite her nodded repeatedly.
"What is inside your head?! The boss hired you to clear new territory, and you just chased after the BOSS to fight it, while the boss's entire team got wiped out by mobs!! Didn't you even look?!" A demon in the next room was currently roaring.
"I had no choice! That guy ran really fast. If I didn't stick to him, he would have escaped!" A Triangle Head replied, feeling very wronged.
"Escaped? Wouldn't he come back if he escaped? The boss died! The boss's equipment dropped all over the ground!"
"Supervisor, this really isn't my fault."
"Didn't the boss train you guys? No matter the situation, prioritize the boss's safety! They are the ones paying! You went to chase the target, but what's the use of you catching up alone?! Did you want to take the equipment? Huh?!"
"Well, I got a bit hot-headed at the time..."
"Hot-headed my ass! They already complained! We even have to compensate them for their equipment! Your commission for this month is deducted!"
Triangle Head left the demon's office dejectedly.
Seeing Money Rat, the demon smiled and greeted him.
Money Rat responded, feeling a bit dazed. These NPCs were too intelligent... exactly the same as in his real world...
As he stepped toward the hall where Fang Zhiyi was, the demon's angry roar came from behind again.
"You killed the boss??? They rushed you a few times and you killed the boss? You don't want to work here anymore, do you???"
"My Lord, this is the financial report for this month. I thought I should reconcile the accounts with you." Money Rat remained clear about his position.
Fang Zhiyi casually tossed it to the side.
"Um, My Lord, I saw some unfamiliar faces. Are they..."
Fang Zhiyi waved his hand, signaling him to relax. "Oh, part-timers. You know, although everyone has their own minds now, fools still make up the majority. Occasionally, there are some smart ones who know what they should do, so I specifically opened an interview channel."
Money Rat looked at Fang Zhiyi's skeletal face. Was this guy really a virtual monster generated by the game?
Even his own brain might not be able to keep up with this!
"The next auction will probably be a bit delayed. There aren't many good things left right now," Fang Zhiyi said.
Money Rat was a bit torn but still spoke up, "Um, My Lord, there's something I'm very concerned about. Although it's just a rumor, I heard that several large guilds in White Cloud City are communicating privately... It seems they want to stir up some trouble."
"Oh?"
"The equipment you sold them before, as well as the boosting services, have made their strength increase rapidly. I think you need to consider this carefully, My Lord. After all..." He didn't say the last part out loud, after all, you are a BOSS, and they are players.
Fang Zhiyi let out a hoarse laugh.
"Right, there's one more piece of intel. We've opened a lot of branch stores now, and thanks to you... our intelligence gathering is quite fast. It's news about that Lin Han..." Money Rat changed the subject.
Fang Zhiyi frowned, even though he didn't have eyebrows.
Little Hei clicked his tongue in wonder. "This cyber Heavenly Dao really favors the male lead. Even in this state, it's still handing out cheats?" The intelligence showed that Lin Han had a fortuitous encounter. He stumbled upon two BOSSes fighting to the death and took the opportunity to reap the benefits. Not only did he gain experience, but he also obtained quite a few top-tier pieces of equipment.
After he gifted a few pieces of equipment to Young Master Yan of the Brotherhood of the Four Seas, the guild finally revoked his wanted bounty.
As for Lin Han, he was now purchasing a guild token within the city, wanting to establish a guild of his own.
Fang Zhiyi smacked his lips. "It's nice to have good luck..."
The next day, a massive piece of news exploded across the world.
The Demon Corridor Group had initiated a siege battle!
No, to be exact, it was the boss of the Demon Corridor Group, that skeleton, who led his subordinates and charged into the city. The caught-off-guard guards were intercepted by the BOSSes in the rear, while the city's most elite Demon Slaying Army was pinned down by over a dozen BOSSes.

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"

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."

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

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.”