Watching Little Hei throw out another Xiaoxiaohei, Fang Zhiyi felt it was somewhat novel.
"How do you choose your transmigrators?"
Little Hei thought for a moment. "First is character..." It glanced at Fang Zhiyi. "I can't take those whose character is too good, nor can I take those whose character is too bad. I need to find people who are as balanced as possible, otherwise the mortality rate will be very high."
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "That's true. After all, starting with nothing, the difficulty is already very high."
"You..." Little Hei wanted to retort, but ultimately just snorted.
"Chen Rui... this old guy actually has quite a few tricks up his sleeve." Fang Zhiyi watched as the gray-haired Chen Rui reached out and touched Xiaoxiaohei, and then disappeared. Still, it was better than that reckless fool Zhao Hu.
Little Hei grabbed him and swiftly dove into the passage.
Fang Zhiyi was an honest man. His parents were both workers and had taught him from a young age to be kind to others and do good deeds. Thus, Fang Zhiyi became the "honest kid" in the eyes of his neighbors. He would never refuse anything others asked of him, and even when he took a loss, he would only wear a simple, good-natured smile.
Because of his honesty, Fang Zhiyi took over his father's position and entered the factory, where he met Liu Mengmeng. Like everyone else, Liu Mengmeng often asked Fang Zhiyi to help her with things, whether it was covering her shift for half a day or helping her fetch meals. Liu Mengmeng had a delicate and pretty face, looking very lovely. Whenever Fang Zhiyi saw her, his face would flush red. When others saw this, they would tease him, saying he liked Liu Mengmeng. Liu Mengmeng would always lower her head and smile, making Fang Zhiyi's face turn even redder.
As time passed, Fang Zhiyi also took action. He was clumsy with words and couldn't say any sweet nothings, so he just silently cared for Liu Mengmeng. When Liu Mengmeng told him about a good movie, he would rush to line up for tickets after work. After finally managing to buy the tickets, Liu Mengmeng smiled and thanked him, saying she was going to watch it with her best friend. Fang Zhiyi just scratched his head and smiled.
When Liu Mengmeng said she wanted to eat pastries from the south of the city, Fang Zhiyi would go out early in the morning to buy them for her, and then hurry back before work to give them to her.
When Liu Mengmeng got sick and messaged him, Fang Zhiyi was extremely anxious. He ran across half the city in the middle of the night to buy medicine for her, and ended up bedridden for a whole week himself because he caught a cold.
The day Fang Zhiyi gave her flowers, everyone was cheering and teasing. Liu Mengmeng took the flowers with a blushing face but didn't say a word. Fang Zhiyi didn't know what she meant until her thug boyfriend came to his door and beat him up.
He didn't understand. Why did Liu Mengmeng clearly have a boyfriend but never told him? Why did she keep talking to him and even take the initiative to hold his hand when she already had a boyfriend...
He got drunk that day. Accompanying him were his two friends: Wang Hao, an unemployed man of the same age, and Zhong Jiafa, who had lived in the same courtyard as him when they were kids.
When Zhong Jiafa learned of his ordeal, he slammed the table and scolded him, his mouth full of mockery. Wang Hao tried to stop their arguing. The drunk Fang Zhiyi got into a fight with Zhong Jiafa, and Zhong Jiafa cursed a few times before storming off.
Wang Hao looked at Fang Zhiyi and said he would just introduce him to a better girl in the future.
The days after he sobered up were no different from before. Only, to avoid the awkwardness of running into Liu Mengmeng, Fang Zhiyi quit his job and found work at a small company.
He was still that same old pushover. He would still rush over in the middle of the night when Wang Hao called for an emergency rescue and then pay Wang Hao's bill. He would also catch up on work progress for his colleagues at the company on weekends, and on his rare days off, he had to run errands for his relatives.
This was his daily life. But Fang Zhiyi never expected that Wang Hao would actually introduce a girl to him.
Chen Yao was different from Liu Mengmeng. Liu Mengmeng was delicate, while Chen Yao was beautiful. Moreover, she was very generous and had a cheerful personality. Fang Zhiyi quickly forgot how he had been played before and threw himself into this new romance.
When Chen Yao wanted him to go shopping with her, Fang Zhiyi would take time off work to go. When Chen Yao wanted to buy clothes, Fang Zhiyi immediately took out his salary. Later, Chen Yao simply took his salary card, saying she would issue Fang Zhiyi his monthly allowance.
Fang Zhiyi had no objections; he felt very happy.
At least for that period of time, he was happy.
Until he came back to his rented apartment after work and bumped into Chen Yao getting out of a sedan.
Chen Yao wasn't panicked to see him; she only had a face full of apology.
It was only then that Fang Zhiyi realized that for the past few months, Chen Yao had just been using him as a spare tire. No, not even a spare tire—at best, a jack. She had argued and broken up with her boyfriend, and out of spite, she turned to Fang Zhiyi because Wang Hao said Fang Zhiyi was honest. Now that the man named Zhou Kai had come looking for her, she immediately abandoned Fang Zhiyi.
"You are a good person, you will definitely find someone better than me." Chen Yao touched Fang Zhiyi's face, casually dropped this sentence, and left.
Fang Zhiyi was heartbroken once again.
Distracted and out of sorts, he didn't work as hard as before. After making a few mistakes, he was fired.
If the story ended here, it would just be a story of an honest man with bad luck in love.
Just when Fang Zhiyi thought he was going to forget Chen Yao, he received a phone call. On the other end was a familiar voice. Chen Yao, with a crying tone, asked him if he was free.
Fang Zhiyi's heart instantly tightened. From the phone call, he learned that Chen Yao had fallen ill and needed a lot of money, but her boyfriend had straight up dumped her.
"What should I do?" Chen Yao crying on the other end of the phone made Fang Zhiyi's heart ache.
At that moment, he immediately rushed to where Chen Yao was. If he was still hesitating on the way, the moment she threw herself into his arms, Fang Zhiyi's heart fell for her all over again.
"Don't cry, I'm here. I'll pay for your treatment."
"What if I can't be cured?"
"I'll cure you even if it bankrupts me!" Fang Zhiyi was very firm.
He started arranging to borrow money, selling off his belongings, scraping together everything he could. Fang Zhiyi gathered enough for Chen Yao's medical expenses, and then ran around handling paperwork and pulling strings for her.
But it was all worth it, because Chen Yao's parents also came. Their mouths were full of gratitude towards Fang Zhiyi, and even Chen Yao's younger brother kept calling him "brother-in-law." This made Fang Zhiyi gradually feel elated, and he performed even more diligently. When buying food, he didn't just buy for Chen Yao, but also for the rest of the Chen family.
Sure enough, everything in this world was destined. Previously, it was just that his and Chen Yao's fate hadn't arrived yet. Now, he didn't believe anyone could stop them from achieving a happy ending.
The surgery went smoothly, but the other post-operative expenses were equally high. Looking at the expectant eyes of the Chen family and Chen Yao's pale face, Fang Zhiyi sprang into action once again. He started taking on odd jobs everywhere to make money, even working two jobs a day, and all the money he earned went to paying Chen Yao's hospital bills.

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.”

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."

and couldn't return to the real world. Finally, I gave up and decided to go with the flow, only to discover that writing a diary could make me stronger. Since no one could read it, Su Luo wrote freely, daring to pen anything and everything. Female Lead #1: "Not bad. This diary helped me steal all the protagonist's opportunities. I just want to get stronger." Female Lead #2: "I don’t care about reaching the peak of the cultivation world. Right now, I just want to enjoy the chaos." Female Lead #3: "What? Everyone around me is a spy? I’m the Joker Demon Lord?" ... It’s so strange. Why is the plot completely off track, yet the ending remains the same? Are you all just messing with me?!