"Why do you think you got better? It's because that good brother of yours made a deal with a demon! Bah, you filthy thing."
One day, two days, three days.
Fang Zhiyi screamed endlessly as they tortured him. He also heard these people constantly discussing things he couldn't understand, and his screams seemed to have genuinely attracted something.
He watched with his own eyes as a figure walked out of the black mist. The moment those glowing red eyes met his, he instantly recognized his older brother.
He frantically yelled for his brother to leave, warning him it was a trap, but Fang Linjie was just like before, cursing him as a useless piece of trash while stepping into the encirclement without hesitation.
That day, Fang Zhiyi witnessed his brother's death. He also saw a world-shattering scene: that guy, Lin Ye, actually absorbed his brother's body, muttering something about a system.
He thought he was going to die too, but then he suddenly saw the group of people vanish into thin air, as if they had never been there at all.
Nailed to a tree, Fang Zhiyi was constantly tormented by agony until he finally passed out. This time, he returned to that hospital room, and facing the whispers of the demon, he responded.
He wanted revenge. He wanted to take revenge on everyone who had destroyed his family.
"Huh? He didn't die?" Fang Zhiyi was somewhat surprised.
Little Hei said, "He died, but it happened later."
Fang Zhiyi looked at Little Hei's sly expression, his eyes full of resentment. "I suggest you stop keeping me in suspense."
Skinny Dog, who was standing to the side, only saw the young man sit blankly for a moment before suddenly raising his hand and slapping it across the face.
Skinny Dog was dumbfounded. It covered its face in disbelief. As a demon, it had actually been slapped by a human???
And why did it actually hurt a bit?
Knowing that Fang Zhiyi was still sulking over what happened in the previous world, Little Hei laughed awkwardly. "Alright, alright. This world isn't an actual world, understand?"
"Let's put it this way. This world is like an instance dungeon. Lin Ye and his gang were sent in to complete a mission. However, because they didn't kill the original host, the host ended up becoming the new demonic agent. In a later battle, Lin Ye still easily killed the original host by relying on his system."
Fang Zhiyi stared fixedly at it.
"A bit complicated, isn't it? Actually, this is also a world, just a bit chaotic. You'll understand if we use another term for it: Eldritch." Little Hei rambled on, "These demons can't descend to the human realm themselves, so they can only arrive by finding agents. This led to the appearance of many monsters. Moreover, the Heavenly Dao of this world has dissipated, so it was pulled over by the Heavenly Dao of Lin Ye's world and turned into an instance dungeon for Lin Ye's team."
Fang Zhiyi turned to look at the demon covering its face.
The demon panicked slightly. "What are you looking at? I'm a..."
Smack!
Another slap. The demon felt like crying. What was wrong with this guy? Not only did he not run away, but he was hitting it?
"So you're saying I'm currently in a dream?"
"Correct."
"Then this so-called nightmare is actually connected to the demon's world, right?" The corners of Fang Zhiyi's mouth curled up. He could feel a familiar power surging into his body.
"Yes, so this time it actually involves three worlds..."
As they spoke, Fang Zhiyi suddenly noticed the surrounding space distorting. The walls seemed to melt, and the scene before his eyes rapidly receded.
The demon he called Skinny Dog let out a long sigh of relief. Thank goodness!
Fang Zhiyi only needed a split second to realize what was happening: he was waking up!
Without any hesitation, he reached out and grabbed Skinny Dog's face. Skinny Dog froze instantly. Wait, what?
It realized that this bizarre human had immense strength. It actually couldn't break free from the hand gripping its face?
"You're coming with me."
The whispers of a demon!!! Bah, I'm the demon here!
"Zhiyi, Zhiyi? Wake up!" Mother Fang shook her son with a worried expression. This had become a habit in their household. Every time Fang Zhiyi went to sleep, he would set a timer, and as soon as the time was up, they had to wake him immediately.
But this time, Fang Zhiyi was a bit slow to wake up, which made Mother Fang anxious. Her eldest son had just run away from home, saying he was going to find a way to solve this problem. What if something happened to her youngest son?
Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi suddenly opened his eyes. The first thing he did was look at his hand, which was completely empty.
"Damn it, I actually couldn't drag it out?"
"Zhiyi, are you okay?" Mother Fang asked cautiously.
Fang Zhiyi's expression changed instantly, smiling just like the original host. "I'm fine, Mom. I didn't dream of anything weird this time."
"That's good. Hurry downstairs and eat."
Looking at the slightly hunched back of the original host's mother, Fang Zhiyi frowned slightly.
"Infinite Instance Dungeon activated. Please select your skill." Lin Ye opened his eyes to see three skill options in front of him. He was dazed for a moment, but after that brief pause, he unhesitatingly gave up on making a selection.
This scene confused all the viewers watching the infinite live stream.
"Who is this guy? Lin Ye? Is he that fierce?"
"Not taking a skill is no different from courting death, right?"
"Maybe the skills were just too garbage. The Chosen One who died earlier picked a petrification skin skill, and he ended up being smashed to death by a mutated man-eating flower in the dungeon."
"I don't think this guy will live long either."
Lin Ye, however, revealed an extremely confident smile.
The original Lin Ye was long gone; the one controlling this body now was him!
"System, swap them out for a top-tier skill for me."
"Understood, Host. Three SSS-rank skills have been selected for you. Please choose," the system replied mechanically.
"Hmm... this one is useless. This one... what does Immortality mean?"
"It means nothing can cause you to die." The system's answer was very concise.
"Isn't that invincibility? I'll take this one!" Lin Ye was quite satisfied.
"Understood, Host. Immortality has been selected as your skill. Please begin your game."
"That girl is a teammate? She's pretty good-looking!" Lin Ye turned his head and immediately locked eyes on a smiling girl. Seeing him look over, the girl gave a slight nod as a greeting.
"This world is great!" He had read plenty of eldritch instance dungeon novels. As long as he could win time and time again, not only would he win the beauties, but he would also enjoy the best treatment! This was much better than being a high school student with rock-bottom grades!
"The first step is to win people over. Let me carefully pick out my future teammates."
After eating, Fang Zhiyi locked himself in his room. His parents were used to this. The house was always very quiet, as they were terrified of provoking their youngest son. The two merely discussed matters regarding the Cult in low voices. The Cult demanded that everyone make a dedication, but they didn't know if they still had enough money at home.
Little did they know, Fang Zhiyi lay straight down on his bed, closed his eyes, and prepared to sleep.
When he opened his eyes again, the familiar room appeared around him once more. Only this time, after waiting for a good while, the dilapidated wooden door of the room showed no signs of movement.
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.”
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."
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.
nce】【Lighthearted Comedy】【Ultimate Gentleman's Novel】【Viewer Discretion Advised for Under 16】 The mightiest human hero, Sharen Morian, is resurrected after a thousand years by his wife—the Demon King. This is not your typical hero-vs-demon-king tale.
