"This isn't your style," Little Hei was a bit confused. "You want to be the savior?"
Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes at it. "Guess whose fault that is? I didn't even have time to hoard supplies. Am I supposed to survive by gnawing on raw rice every day? To fight against a natural disaster, what we need is human unity."
"But they aren't exactly good people either," Little Hei continued.
"Isn't your way of thinking the same as the guy who got the original host killed? Everyone is just trying to survive. Even adults feel oppressed and afraid. I'm just correcting things before they go too far astray."
"Um, Brother Fang, you said this building is an office building, right? Would an office building have supplies?"
"Exactly, we might as well try diving to find a supermarket warehouse."
"Is it true that you killed someone?"
As the atmosphere relaxed, the residents began to talk all at once.
Fang Zhiyi clapped his hands. "I'll only say one thing. If you want to live, listen to me. Those who don't want to join can leave now. I don't want self-righteous people who will desperately drag us down." He paused, "As you all know, I've already killed one person. I don't mind killing a few more."
"Kid, don't go too far..." A burly man from the twenty-second floor suddenly stood up. He had come because he wasn't afraid, but the next moment, Fang Zhiyi slapped him on the temple. The burly man felt his vision blur, and then Fang Zhiyi delivered a vicious slap to his face. The man spun twice and fell flat on the ground.
Instantly, the noisy living room fell dead silent.
"Do you want to die or do you want to live? You can choose," Fang Zhiyi closed his eyes.
People looked at each other in dismay; this Fang Zhiyi was indeed ruthless enough!
Soon someone made up their mind: "You call the shots, I'll listen to you!"
"We're probably dead ends trapped here anyway! Just tell us what to do!"
"But there are no men in our family..."
Fang Zhiyi slowly opened his eyes. Sure enough, after the collapse of order, force was the most direct means of solving all problems.
"You, how could you hit someone!" A girl voiced an opinion different from everyone else's. Chen Rui suddenly stood up, walked to the balcony, and pushed open the window. He looked at Fang Zhiyi, his expression saying, "Boss, please be my guest."
Fang Zhiyi didn't know whether to laugh or cry. He asked the girl, "Is there a problem with hitting him?"
The girl's face was full of indignation. "He's my boyfriend!"
"Oh. Then it's fine." Fang Zhiyi glanced at the unconscious burly man. "He's about to wake up."
"Every household will operate according to a division of labor. Those who can swim, leave your names with me. Women and children stay in the building. As for the cooking issue... there isn't much fuel right now. I see some of you have even smashed furniture to make a fire. That's too wasteful. From now on, we'll set aside a specific room just for cooking. Those with good cooking skills, step forward."
Chen Rui watched as Fang Zhiyi arranged the work for every household in just a few words, and couldn't help but feel admiration. This Fang Zhiyi was not only ruthless in his methods but also had a very clear head.
Perhaps, by relying on him, they could definitely survive this disaster.
The news of the committee's establishment spread throughout the building. Those who didn't attend sneered at it; the ones who didn't come were all people who still had food reserves at home, while those who did attend were mostly people who were about to run out of food, as well as the people living in the corridors.
Fang Zhiyi didn't force those who kept their doors shut. This was human nature; as long as they didn't cause trouble for others, they could do whatever they wanted.
And under the deterrence of Fang Zhiyi's fierce reputation, some people who had objections all shut their mouths. Even Old Hag Sun and her family didn't voice any opinions. Especially after hearing that Fang Zhiyi had killed someone, they completely changed their previous attitude, bowing and scraping whenever they saw him.
The first thing Fang Zhiyi proposed was to go out and search for supplies, building a boat with their limited tools and materials. Although he had never built one himself, he was quite clear about the relevant knowledge.
The beaten burly man also woke up. He still had lingering fears about Fang Zhiyi's slap. Hearing about his boat-building plan, he hurriedly offered that his family had a rubber kayak, which pleasantly surprised Fang Zhiyi.
The members of the first search squad were quickly finalized. Eight people to a boat, countless pairs of eyes watched as they struggled onto the kayak and gradually disappeared into the rain.
At this moment, everyone saw hope. Although some people let out disdainful sneers, they were quickly scolded into submission by the accusations of others, only returning to their homes in resentment.
"A mob of rabble still wants to be saviors, bah."
However, these words could only be cursed behind closed doors. Because apart from Fang Zhiyi, the families of all the other people who went out were still in the building.
"The duality of humanity is indeed complex," Little Hei sighed.
Fang Zhiyi sat on the small boat looking ahead. "I've seen punks carrying fainted old people to the hospital, and I've also seen successful people in suits smashing a street vendor's food cart. Human nature is inherently evil, but... unity in the face of disaster is also a hymn of humanity." He looked back at the gradually blurring residential building. "They just lacked a goal that could give them hope."
Fang Zhiyi constantly adjusted their direction, having to avoid various obstacles, which made their progress somewhat slow.
However, with Little Hei's help, although slow, they safely arrived at their destination.
The target office building stood quietly in the water, like a giant monster.
No one on the kayak spoke. It was the burly man who discovered an unclosed window, jumped in first, secured the kayak by the window, and then painstakingly helped everyone inside one by one.
"Are there really supplies here?" someone turned on a flashlight and asked doubtfully.
"We're already here, why bother asking that?"
Fang Zhiyi didn't speak. Others didn't know, but he was very clear. After all, Little Hei wasn't just for show.
Under Fang Zhiyi's leadership, the group completely skipped the first few floors, directly smashed a glass door, and broke into the fifteenth floor. When the flashlight shone on the company's name, everyone smiled.
"Live Streaming Hub?"
Now there was no need for Fang Zhiyi to say much. Places like this usually had small warehouses. Although the quantity wasn't huge, there was a wide variety of items. The group began hauling things away like a swarm of locusts. Boxes of snacks, bread, and instant food were discovered. Every time they found food, they let out cheers.
No one questioned Fang Zhiyi's decision anymore.
"Put the fridge down!" Fang Zhiyi scolded. The burly man, Zhao Hu, muttered, "This mini-fridge is pretty nice. I've seen it on live streams, it's just a bit expensive..."
"Are you taking it back to use as a table?"
Zhao Hu slapped his forehead.
Another middle-aged man holding canned food laughed, "He was probably beaten silly by you, he forgot there's no electricity."
Zhao Hu turned and left, quickly returning with a power strip in his hand.
"He was stupid to begin with," another person concluded.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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."
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?"
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.
