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.

ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!

lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...

with countless casualties. As a top-tier gamer, Liu Xuan volunteered to join the fight, intending to dominate with his skills, but instead he obtained the hidden class: [Pacifist]. Unable to attack. Unable to use active skills. Fortunately, with each level gained, he acquired a new passive skill. And so, armed with a body full of passives, Liu Xuan slaughtered his way through the battlefield of ten thousand races! [You attacked Liu Xuan] [You gained the debuffs: 'Poison', 'Fear', 'Burning', 'Bleeding', 'Freeze', 'Silence', etc.] [Your attack speed has been reduced by 99%] [Your armor and magic resistance have been reduced by 99%] Warriors of the Ten Thousand Races: How the hell am I supposed to fight this?!

ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!