"Give them some food, don't let them starve to death on the road," Fang Zhiyi said.
Chen Rui was a bit surprised. He had originally thought Fang Zhiyi was an extremely cold-blooded leader. He pursed his lips. "But, if we do that, we might not have enough to eat ourselves..."
He knew very well that this was not the time to pity others. They had to protect themselves first. He, Chen Rui, was just an ordinary person.
"If it's not enough, we'll figure something out. I won't let you go hungry," Fang Zhiyi said. "Don't misunderstand, I'm no saint. It's just... I want to save as many people as possible."
Zhao Hu suddenly had a flash of inspiration. His rubber raft had been ruined back at the mountain villa long ago. Hearing Fang Zhiyi's words, he opened his bag and took out some biscuits. Although they were almost completely crumbled, who could care about such things under these circumstances?
"If you eat our food, you have to work hard for us, understand?"
Zhao Hu's words made Chen Rui freeze for a moment, but Fang Zhiyi laughed. "Who says this kid is stupid? He's actually quite clever sometimes."
By the time they were halfway there, Fang Zhiyi's team had expanded once again from a dozen people to over a hundred. There were men, women, the elderly, and children. Without exception, they all looked at Fang Zhiyi with eager, pleading eyes.
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. He wasn't a god; this was really going to be a bit difficult to handle.
Little Hei saw him staring and could not help but feel a chill down its spine. "What? I'm not edible."
Chen Rui and the others had no objections to their leader changing direction. However, some people could no longer walk. With a wave of his hand, Fang Zhiyi ordered his subordinates to take out all their medicine and food to distribute. Chen Rui frowned deeply.
"If this continues, how many days can we last?"
Fang Zhiyi did not answer him, merely gazing at the distant sky.
Chen Rui knew he could not persuade Fang Zhiyi, so he could only follow his instructions. A few girls distributed the medicine and food to the survivors, and many people expressed their gratitude.
After filling their stomachs, the massive group fell into silence. Someone began to sob softly again.
"If you're full, we set off." Fang Zhiyi's words carried not a trace of emotion.
The people looked up at him one after another. They knew this young man was the leader. Some hesitated, some kept their heads down in silence, and only a few slowly stood up.
"I won't force you to move forward with me, but there is only hope if we keep walking," Fang Zhiyi said. After speaking, he gave Chen Rui and the others a look, slung a bag over his shoulder, and continued walking forward.
Some did not move, but the majority of the people, after a brief moment of inner struggle, followed the group.
Stopping and starting along the way, the supplies they had brought out from Building Seventeen had long been exhausted. Zhao Hu gave his only remaining food to his girlfriend, his face full of worry.
"Boss, we aren't going to starve to death, are we?"
"No," Fang Zhiyi answered with absolute certainty.
Zhao Hu shut his mouth.
It wasn't until a field of ruins appeared before their eyes that everyone's pupils dilated. A fallen signboard on the ground clearly read that this was a food factory!
Zhao Hu was the first to rush into the ruins. A moment later, he held something high in his hand and shouted excitedly, "There is! There's food! Food!"
More people swarmed forward and began rummaging through the rubble.
"This is the only place left," Little Hei slowly landed on Fang Zhiyi's shoulder.
"At least you're somewhat useful," Fang Zhiyi chuckled.
"I don't understand, why do you care about them?" Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at it. "Didn't I say it already? As an ordinary person with no system, no spatial dimension, and no time to prepare before the apocalypse, am I supposed to face this end of the world entirely on my own?"
"You hardly count as an ordinary person..." Little Hei muttered.
A few people jogged over and stuffed the snacks they had gathered into Fang Zhiyi's hands. "Boss, you are truly amazing. I thought we were going to starve to death!"
"Hurry up and eat something. You haven't had a single bite since yesterday," Chen Rui said. He observed carefully; even when hungry, Fang Zhiyi never asked them for anything.
Fang Zhiyi reached out and took what he handed over. It was a small cake sealed in a packaging bag. It was quite a miracle that it hadn't leaked even after enduring floods and earthquakes.
"Are we really going to take these people with us?" Chen Rui asked.
Fang Zhiyi nodded.
"Why are we heading north?" Chen Rui continued to ask.
Fang Zhiyi glanced at him and suddenly smiled. "Spit it out."
Chen Rui stared intently into Fang Zhiyi's eyes. "I want to know, how did you know? If you say that you found supplies earlier through observation, I'd believe it, because I saw the map you drew. If you say the later plague was a guess, I'd believe that too. But the earthquake..."
Fang Zhiyi swept his gaze over the few people gathered around him; they were all the ones who had come out of Building Seventeen with him.
"You really want to know?"
Chen Rui suddenly felt a bit panicked. "You don't have to say it if you don't want to."
"I can tell fortunes."
"..." Chen Rui rolled his eyes. Li Duo slapped him. "Why are you so curious?"
Zhao Hu said in a muffled voice, "Maybe the boss just has good luck. You guys don't know, but I heard my grandma say that before a disaster hits, animals and livestock can sense it earlier than humans..."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him. Zhao Hu didn't notice anything amiss at all until his girlfriend also slapped him.
"Are you calling me an animal?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Zhao Hu was confused. "Where did I... Oh... Damn!" He covered his mouth.
"Setting everything else aside, we won't get far carrying so many people," Chen Rui looked at the survivors who were still rummaging for food.
"Without them, we'll get even less far," Fang Zhiyi also looked over.
In his eyes, a father had found a flattened bag of bread and was happily sharing it with his wife and child behind him.
He suddenly remembered something and looked down at the packaging bag in his hand. "Humans are really amazing sometimes."
"How so?"
"It hasn't even expired yet," Fang Zhiyi pointed at the expiration date on the packaging bag.
To fight for survival resources, humans began to slaughter one another, and the true apocalypse drew its curtains open.
"Stop! Hand over the stuff!" A woman holding a bundle of cloth was startled by the sudden violent shout.
She looked around in a panic. Several tall men poked their heads out from the ruins; some held hammers in their hands, while others carried homemade spiked clubs.
"Oh, it's a woman! Brothers!" The lead man revealed a mouthful of yellow teeth.
"Hehe, waiting here really pays off."
"What are you holding! Give it here!" A man standing close by snatched the cloth from the woman's hands. Judging by the woman's posture, it was a baby.
"The meat of a child... Huh?" Another man standing next to him greedily craned his neck, but the scene before his eyes left him somewhat stunned.
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.”
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."
e school belle recognized by the whole school, a genius girl from the kendo club. She also has a hidden identity, the youngest legendary demon hunter. Chen Shuo just transmigrated and found himself turned into a weak, helpless little vampire. He was caught by Su Xiyen and taken home at the very beginning. Since then, Chen Shuo's life creed only had two items. "First, classmate Su Xiyen is always right." "Second, if classmate Su Xiyen is wrong, please refer back to item one." Many years later, Chen Shuo, who had turned back into a human, led a pair of twins to appear in front of all the vampires to share the secret of how he turned back into a human. "It's simple, I tricked a female demon hunter into becoming my wife!"
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?"
