And right at this moment, the rain stopped.
This rain, which had been falling for a full half-year, finally stopped.
There were no cheers in the building; there was only a deathly silence.
The end of the rain meant that order was about to return, and the evil deeds committed previously would be reckoned with.
Fang Zhiyi once again witnessed a person having their throat slit and being thrown into the water. He understood that to save his own life, he could only leave this place or hide.
He hid on the rooftop, relying on his last bit of dry rations to stay alive. He waited for the water to recede, for those thugs to receive their due judgment, but that day never came.
Because as soon as the floodwaters receded, a virus swept across the world. Many people developed high, persistent fevers and continuous coughs. Some coughed until they spat blood. The world remained in chaos.
It was as if heaven was determined to exterminate humanity. Before the virus issue could be resolved, a massive earthquake struck, leaving many high-rise buildings leaning and collapsing. Fang Zhiyi took advantage of the chaos to leave the place where he had been eking out an existence.
Only then did he realize that the outside world had long since changed its appearance.
Factions of all sizes entrenched themselves, and people began to band together. In this kind of environment, the dark side of human nature was completely exposed. Scavenging for supplies, robbing passersby, and even capturing lone individuals to enslave them—the world had become unimaginably chaotic.
But Fang Zhiyi did not lose hope, because he heard a broadcast on the radio advising that the military had established a shelter in the north and urging all residents to head there.
The corpses along the way made Fang Zhiyi's scalp tingle with fear. During his journey, he also met some companions who similarly wanted to go to the shelter. Fang Zhiyi, who was relatively well-rounded in all aspects, was elected by them as the captain of this temporary team.
Fang Zhiyi did not let them down. He once again felt a long-lost sense of humanity from these people and dedicated himself to leading them toward their destination. Along the way, they were attacked by several groups of people, but they managed to escape without any serious harm.
However, just as they were approaching their destination, Fang Zhiyi encountered a young man. His surname was Bai; Fang Zhiyi didn't know his full name, only that he wanted to join them. After that, Fang Zhiyi began to sense that something was wrong. Some people became very close to this newly arrived young man and simultaneously showed signs of alienation toward Fang Zhiyi.
He didn't pay it much mind. At that moment, his heart was full of hope for the future. He had heard that the northern shelter had already begun cultivating crops; perhaps he could even farm in his lifetime...
He didn't live to see that day. One night, during an attack by bandits, he covered the others' escape as he always did, but they locked him outside.
Fang Zhiyi was dragged along by those bandits with a chain around his neck, and when he died, his body was a mangled mess of flesh and blood.
He never got to see what the shelter looked like.
"No..." Fang Zhiyi wondered, "Is that it?"
"Yes," Little Hei said righteously.
"Speak properly."
"You couldn't have failed to guess, right?" Little Hei said sarcastically.
Fang Zhiyi laughed: "You haven't learned anything else, but I really don't know who you learned to be so petty from."
"You..." Little Hei let out a heavy breath, "See for yourself!"
Just as Fang Zhiyi thought, this guy called Xiao Bai was a reincarnator, and he also had a storage space. Of course, he only possessed all this after his rebirth, and the reason he wanted Fang Zhiyi dead was very simple.
In his first life, to survive, he did odd jobs for a gang of bandits. After he learned of the shelter's existence, he immediately sneaked away. But soon after, he ran into Fang Zhiyi and his group, and he wanted to ask Fang Zhiyi for some supplies.
But Fang Zhiyi refused and even drove him away.
Not long after being driven away, the gang of bandits found him, and so Xiao Bai died tragically.
After his rebirth, his hatred for Fang Zhiyi was maxed out; he wanted Fang Zhiyi to thoroughly experience his own misery.
"Is this guy's brain defective? It's the apocalypse, and just because someone doesn't help you, you have to ruin them? What the hell?"
Little Hei also couldn't stand it: "Do you know why the original host drove him away? Because someone in the team had seen him mixing with the bandits."
"I don't understand this protagonist's brain. Just because people didn't help him, he blames his death on others. Isn't that just idiotic?" Fang Zhiyi frowned deeply. "I've experienced the apocalypse twice anyway. Although the factors causing the disasters were different, I noticed a characteristic..."
"What is it?"
"Humans are indeed quite complex. In the apocalypse, taking care of oneself is already good enough. Choosing not to help others to avoid risks has also become a reason to hold a grudge. Tsk."
"Um," Little Hei said suddenly. "This guy called Xiao Bai is not the protagonist."
"Huh?" Fang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised.
"And since you mentioned this, there's an even more outrageous thing about him." Little Hei seemed to have forgotten being angered by Fang Zhiyi earlier. "This kid took his spatial storage and started frantically scavenging for supplies. The supplies he hoarded were enough to feed him for several lifetimes, but like a locust, he stuffed away whatever supplies he saw, completely disregarding the lives of other survivors."
"Sounds like something a wicked guy like him would do." Fang Zhiyi stood up and looked down through the window. At this time, the water level had already submerged the seventh floor. Even though it was daytime, the visibility outside was very low.
"No electricity, no light, an isolated island... It truly is an environment that easily breeds the dark side of people's hearts."
"Bang bang!" The security door behind him was pounded fiercely.
Fang Zhiyi could only judge the progression of the plot through the height of the water. It wasn't yet the point of home invasions and robberies, so the ones knocking on the door must be...
He walked to the main entrance and opened the door. A man with a face full of stubble appeared at the door. The man was very resentful: "Hey, I knocked for a long time before you opened it."
Fang Zhiyi stared at him without speaking.
"They said you live alone? We are your downstairs neighbors, living on the seventh floor. The seventh floor is flooded, let us squeeze in with you for a while, alright?" As he spoke, he picked up his suitcase and intended to go inside. Behind him followed an old woman and another woman, who was holding a little fat boy by the hand.
Fang Zhiyi remembered that the original host hadn't opened the door out of caution, and the people outside had cursed for a while and then left.
At this time, this family's actions attracted the attention of the neighbors living in the hallway. They all craned their necks, their eyes weird, not knowing what they were calculating.
The man was blocked. He looked up in confusion at Fang Zhiyi. He had seen this young man a few times; he looked like he was easy to talk to, and he didn't even talk back when the sweeper downstairs scolded him.
"What are you doing? We are all neighbors, you wouldn't be so selfish, would you?" The man blurted out, his voice raising quite a bit.
"Exactly, the family next door to you even took in other people to live. How can you live in such a big house all by yourself?" The old woman's mouth wasn't idle either.
Fang Zhiyi smoothed his hair with his hand: "I don't know why, but I just feel a little unhappy in my heart."
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.
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."
uld barely embark on the path to immortality. Just as he was on the verge of death, his golden finger awakened. No matter whether it was poison, drained blood and vital energy, diminished lifespan, or any other physical debuff caused by paying a price—once midnight passed, everything would be refreshed. From then on, whenever someone asked what kind of person Chu Ran was, the answer was simple: Forbidden arts that other cultivators dared not learn? Chu Ran would learn them. Prices that even demonic cultivators dared not pay? Chu Ran would pay them. Lifespan that even righteous cultivators dared not burn? Chu Ran would burn it. All the blood essence in his body? Take it. Want both his hands and feet? He would cut them off and send them to you. You say he’s finished? He wasn’t built to sit idle. You think he’s gone mad? No—he was simply waiting for midnight. From that day onward, Chu Ran would respect neither Heaven nor Earth, bow to neither gods nor ghosts. He had only one wish: For midnight to arrive a little sooner.
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."
