When the water level completely receded, everyone stood downstairs with expressions as if a lifetime had passed. Unlike the bustling crowd at Building 17, the other buildings only had a few dozen or even just a dozen people downstairs. They looked at Building 17 in disbelief, which made the residents of Building 17 puff out their chests.
Such a strange desire to compare.
"Fang Zhiyi, thank you, really. Our whole family is very grateful to you. If it weren't for you, I don't know what would have happened." Someone came forward to thank him, while others excitedly ran outside.
However, a foul stench permeated the air.
As the floodwaters retreated, the swollen, bloated corpses were exposed to the air.
Many people's faces paled.
"Well then, let's part ways here," Fang Zhiyi said. He waved to the crowd and walked away.
"We won't betray you!" someone shouted.
Fang Zhiyi turned back and gave an OK gesture. Chen Rui jogged a couple of steps; still carrying his hiking backpack, he held his girlfriend's hand and followed behind Fang Zhiyi. Zhao Hu also caught up, followed by some guard members and two other families. Some people who originally agreed with Fang Zhiyi hesitated at this moment. The disaster had passed, and they felt no need to follow a dangerous person like Fang Zhiyi anymore.
However, this situation was also within Fang Zhiyi's expectations.
"Look, the corpse of that man from the Sun family." Li Duo pointed to a corner not far away, her face a bit pale.
Chen Rui reached out and covered her eyes. "Don't look."
Zhao Hu's girlfriend looked in disgust at the kayak strapped to his back. "Why do you insist on bringing this?"
"What if it rains again later?" Zhao Hu was resolute.
But a dozen or so residents who suddenly chased after them made Fang Zhiyi stop in his tracks. He had expected this, but he still sighed inwardly.
"Wait, we won't stop you if you want to run away, but... you don't need this much stuff, do you? You should at least leave more supplies for us." A man wearing glasses pushed them up his nose, his face clearly showing some smugness.
Chen Rui looked at this man. He remembered this guy used to be a petty official in some department. When they were trapped by the flood, this person often made sarcastic remarks, but because Fang Zhiyi had said everyone needed to unite, they hadn't bothered to argue with him.
"Oh?"
"You killed people, we all saw it," the man became even more smug. "But considering that you did some things for everyone, we can let you go. However, I don't think you need to take so much stuff with you." He pointed at the bags Zhao Hu and the others were carrying.
Before leaving, Fang Zhiyi had already distributed the supplies: a portion was left for the neighbors staying behind to await resettlement, and the rest was to be taken by those who wanted to follow him.
Obviously, Glasses now thought the disaster was over, and his posture had straightened up.
"I'll XXX your XXX!" Zhao Hu opened his mouth and cursed. His girlfriend swatted him. "How come I didn't realize you were such a poser back in the building?"
"Hey? You better think this through. Now that the water has receded, we all saw what you did!" Glasses simply laid it out in the open, his face full of threat.
Fang Zhiyi looked at the people behind him. Although they dodged his gaze slightly, they clearly agreed with Glasses' words.
"Isn't this going too far? Killing? Who would want to kill if it wasn't to protect everyone? Open your eyes and look at the situation in the other buildings!" Li Duo's eyes widened in anger.
"No matter what, what you did was illegal in itself!" Glasses said. "Leave the supplies and hurry up and leave, otherwise..."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly struck, smashing a punch into his stomach. Glasses immediately doubled over.
"Have you forgotten? I don't like to reason." Fang Zhiyi followed up with a kick, sending Glasses flying.
"And the rest of you, since you don't want the supplies, just give them all to us."
"You... Everyone, don't be afraid! They don't have that many people! Let's attack together!" someone shouted.
The next moment, Zhao Hu threw down the kayak on his back, grabbed the stick tucked at his waist, and charged forward. The others hesitated briefly before following closely behind.
This was the first time they treated the neighbors in their own building like robbers.
A ragtag mob had no combat power, let alone when facing Fang Zhiyi's inner guard.
But considering they were all neighbors, Zhao Hu and the others didn't strike to kill; they merely snatched away these people's supplies. Fang Zhiyi waved from afar at the other residents watching in the distance: "Watch out for infectious diseases! Leave here as soon as possible!"
His words carried far, and those watching them also raised their hands in response: "You guys be careful too!"
"Fewer than I thought..." Little Hei said, "I originally thought quite a few people would turn against you."
Fang Zhiyi replied, "After all, there are still quite a few people who care about their dignity."
"Just you wait! I will definitely report you to the authorities and have you arrested! You robbers! Robbers!" Glasses' voice came from afar.
"Ah, my fiery temper..." Zhao Hu wanted to turn back again, but Fang Zhiyi stopped him with a word: "Heaven will deal with the wretched. Does he really think it's over?"
"Boss, is it really not over yet?" Zhao Hu asked, looking back with lingering indignation.
Fang Zhiyi didn't say anything.
The group walked silently toward the outside of the city. On the streets, they occasionally encountered other people. Some were laughing loudly, some were crying, and some were even running on the muddy roads. There were also people snatching others' belongings; Zhao Hu would step forward and kick them. Fang Zhiyi highly praised him for his courageous acts.
Only Chen Rui said briefly, "Brute."
Zhao Hu was very unhappy.
Because they had planned their route in advance, Fang Zhiyi and the others did not encounter any trouble. Moreover, since their group looked like they were not to be trifled with, some people with ulterior motives didn't dare to approach.
Chen Rui kept his broken radio on. He had traded a can of food with an old man for it. Usually, he was reluctant to turn it on to save battery, but now he needed to listen to the situation outside.
The radio intermittently broadcasted the rescue situation, but it sounded as though the rescue progress was slow due to the massive number of disaster victims.
They temporarily settled down in this mountain villa. Everyone felt a sense of relief. Most of the people who were here were willing to believe Fang Zhiyi's predictions. Fang Zhiyi divided them into two groups to take turns going out. The purpose of going out was to take advantage of the present moment to collect some medicine and edible food.
He knew the future would be even more difficult.
Zhao Hu actually found a huge wine cellar in the villa, which made him overjoyed. Fang Zhiyi did not interfere too much with them drinking to celebrate; after all, they had been repressed for far too long.
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?"
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.”
close your eyes and open them again, only to find yourself transmigrated into the role of a villainous male supporting character. Readers familiar with urban wish-fulfillment novels know that it is only through the relentless antics of the villainous male supporting character that the plot between the male and female leads can progress. As the villainous male supporting character, Long Aotian not only has to bully the female lead, harass the second female lead, and flirt with the third female lead, but he also has to go all out to antagonize the male lead. In the end, when his body is discovered, he is still clutching half a moldy fried dough stick in his hand. Fully aware of the plot, Long Aotian is determined to change his fate, starting with the female lead! In the beginning, the female lead lacks confidence: "Big brother, I hope I didn't scare you?" In the middle, the female lead treads carefully: "Brother Long, please don't hit me, okay?" Later on, the female lead becomes coquettishly clingy: "Aotian, it's time to pay the 'public grain' tonight." Long Aotian's legs go weak, and he feels like crying: "I taught you to be thick-skinned, not shameless!"
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."
