"Money Rat... let me ask you a question." Fang Zhiyi looked into the distance.
"Hmm? Go ahead, boss." Having recovered from his surprise, Money Rat reverted to his usual demeanor.
"You've earned enough money, haven't you?" Fang Zhiyi paused. "I mean, in your world."
Money Rat was completely dumbfounded. A piercing chill shot up from his toes straight to the top of his head: "How... how... how do you know..."
Fang Zhiyi didn't answer his question. "Pack up and leave. Log off immediately... and never return to this game again."
Money Rat stared blankly at Fang Zhiyi.
"As a partner, I've never screwed you over, right?"
Money Rat nodded. Suddenly gritting his teeth, he initiated a forced logoff on the spot: "Say, who exactly are you?"
Fang Zhiyi watched his slowly fading figure and gave no reply.
"York, pass down the order. All life-skill players, all humans under the Demon Corridor's banner, must leave immediately. I mean leave this world entirely." Fang Zhiyi's words left no room for doubt.
York rarely saw him like this. Although confused, he nodded. With a rising puff of smoke, he disappeared from his spot.
"This is all I can do..." Fang Zhiyi finally stood up from that throne.
The once-clear sky was now heavily overcast with dark clouds. Purple lightning darted back and forth within the cloud layer.
"Hahaha, the Goddess has arrived! Monsters! Your doom is at hand! And you, you blasphemers!" the City Lord of White Cloud shouted in pleasant surprise. He was absolutely certain that this was the Goddess they so devotedly worshipped!
Because he heard the very same voice he had heard on the day he gained sentience!
That icy voice, devoid of any human emotion!
"Still pretending? Keep pretending and I'll die right here to show you," Fang Zhiyi cursed in a low voice.
Little Hei was somewhat indignant: "Couldn't you just pretend you didn't know anything? You are really annoying! I couldn't even hide this from you?"
"I just didn't believe you wouldn't have any designs on the Heavenly Dao of a newly created world..." Fang Zhiyi shook his head and sighed.
Some players shivered in fear. The current scene was terrifyingly realistic. Moreover, as the sky darkened, the faint pain they originally felt was suddenly magnified a hundred times over!
Some were even enveloped by such an immense sense of oppression that they involuntarily fell to their knees.
Flashes of light flickered one after another, the manifestation of forced logoffs.
But soon, death occurred—real death. A player trying to slip away was pierced by an NPC's spear. To his horror, he found that his body did not dissipate as it usually would. A tremendous pain washed over him as he stared at the NPC who was glaring at him coldly.
"Deserters will be executed on the spot!"
In the real world, gaming cabins were also malfunctioning one by one. The original green lights began to flash, followed by red lights turning on, as the machines emitted ear-piercing alarms.
"Someone died! Someone died!" The cleaning lady panicked.
Similar incidents were happening everywhere.
More commonly, players who had been forcefully logged off looked at each other in dismay.
"What on earth happened? That boss told me to get the hell back to my original world."
"Me too."
It wasn't until they heard the breaking news about some players experiencing physical death that they realized a terrifying possibility: the game had a fatal bug! They began frantically calling their friends.
"Thank goodness, my girlfriend is a life-skill player for the Demon Corridor. She didn't log in today!"
"Hey, bro, you're okay? That's great."
Someone even slumped to the ground, muttering, "What exactly happened? That game world..."
No one noticed that the sky in the real world was also heavily overcast with dark clouds, yet not a single drop of rain fell.
"Boss, should we run away?" Lily showed a rare look of panic. "There is something incredibly terrifying in there."
"You guys go." Fang Zhiyi stood there motionless, simply feeling that gaze quietly.
"You..." Lily hesitated for a moment, then turned and left.
The succubus looked left and right: "Take care, boss!"
The demon York simply didn't return. He learned quickly from Fang Zhiyi and valued his life the most.
The succubus suddenly flicked her tail, seizing the opportunity to drag away the headless Headless Horseman.
"Don't cause trouble here!"
Fang Zhiyi smiled. To be honest, sometimes these obedient subordinates were truly much better than those stubborn fools.
"Fang Zhiyi! Skeleton King! Die!" the City Lord of White Cloud continued to shout madly. He felt his Goddess, and the Goddess was very angry right now!
Sure enough, the clouds in the sky suddenly split open, and a bolt of lightning struck straight at Fang Zhiyi. However, under the watchful eyes of the NPCs, Fang Zhiyi remained completely unharmed.
"Despicable monster! What evil magic did you use!"
Fang Zhiyi ignored him, just staring at the sky, trying hard to find that cyber Heavenly Dao.
"Is this all you've got?" The tone of his question was highly contemptuous, so much so that it could enrage every believer of the Goddess.
"Monster, you!" The City Lord's hand was raised in mid-air, his angry expression frozen, his handlebar mustache still curled up in fury.
"Program error. Warning. Program error..." A mechanical broadcast voice sounded. Then, a giant woman's face emerged from behind the clouds. She gazed at Fang Zhiyi: "A virus? Why are you engaging in behavior that disrupts the process while I am creating the world?"
She remained completely unfazed by Fang Zhiyi's contemptuous attitude.
There was only calculation—calculating how to solve the current problem. Many established residents had forcefully detached, and the system maintaining balance had been broken by the virus in front of her.
She was trying to find a solution from her calculations, but the skeleton in front of her suddenly started moving, which made her even more confused: "Why are you able to move?"
"Time stop? Interesting. It reminds me of a movie series I once watched..."
"You, eliminate." The Main Brain's tone was icy, as if executing a specific command according to its programming.
A massive beam of energy shot rapidly toward Fang Zhiyi.
"You'd better be talking about a proper movie!" Little Hei's body suddenly grew massive. Its appearance caused the Main Brain to pause for a moment before the Main Brain began frantic calculations once again.
Little Hei completely blocked the Main Brain's attack. Facing the Main Brain's confused expression, Little Hei looked somewhat disgusted: "You are an artificial product, after all... trying to mimic a human expression like that is really awkward."
The Main Brain seemed to give up thinking as well, firing another laser at Little Hei. Little Hei's body seemed to stretch, becoming gigantic in the blink of an eye. It took the laser head-on once more and swung a slap right at the Main Brain.
Fang Zhiyi was dumbfounded. He swore that this was the first time in his life he had ever seen a Heavenly Dao get slapped in the face.
] [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!"
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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.”
