After waiting for a while, Fang Zhiyi felt a bit puzzled. He simply jumped straight out of bed, but the iron chains cuffed to his wrists restricted his movements. Without the slightest hesitation, Fang Zhiyi reached out and began to dismantle the bed.
"If I can't break the chains, you think I can't deal with a broken bed?" he muttered. Then, with a sudden, fierce kick, the already rusty iron bed began to twist. Little Hei bared its teeth at the sight.
"It's only because your spiritual power is extremely strong. Tsk, too violent."
Dragging the two iron chains, Fang Zhiyi kicked the door open. A gloomy corridor was exposed before him. The lamps on the wall emitted a pale light, and a freezing aura permeated the surroundings.
As he stepped out of the room, the iron chains dragged across the floor, making a loud rattling sound.
Passing by the next room, Fang Zhiyi turned to take a look. An old woman was sitting on the bed, holding something and muttering to herself. He tilted his head in confusion, pushed the door open, and walked right in.
The old woman didn't turn around; she just kept humming a song. Fang Zhiyi slowly walked up beside her and then saw the shriveled thing she was holding. On top of a withered, skinny, headless body sat a giant eyeball resting right on the neck.
The eyeball met his gaze, looking visibly bewildered.
The next moment, its neck was grabbed, and its entire body began to struggle wildly.
"That, that, what was that thing again?" Fang Zhiyi couldn't quite remember the demon's name, so he simply asked, "Where is Skinny Dog?"
The eyeball's body kept thrashing. It tried to use its eye to bewitch this human who had inexplicably barged in, but it was useless. What greeted it was a slap from the other party. With just one slap, the eyeball instantly ruptured. Fang Zhiyi immediately let go and threw it on the ground. "What the hell, you can't talk?"
At this time, the old woman seemed to suddenly wake up. She turned to look at Fang Zhiyi. "Who are you? Where is my grandson? I..."
Her figure gradually became transparent. Watching this scene, Fang Zhiyi roughly understood what was going on.
This mental prison had just welcomed its most terrifying nightmare.
One room door after another was pushed open, and one low-level demon after another was beaten and kicked by Fang Zhiyi.
In the real world, those possessed individuals who had left their families helpless gradually woke up, so excited that they began praying to their idols.
A child who had been foaming at the mouth suddenly dropped from mid-air and landed on the bed. The exorcist who was in the middle of performing the exorcism was a bit dumbfounded. He hadn't even exerted his power yet, had he?
But in the blink of an eye, he immediately took credit for this successful exorcism.
The commotions coming from the other rooms had already disturbed some of the low-level demons. They all stopped what they were doing, wondering what exactly had happened. Could it be that those ridiculous exorcists had broken in? Impossible.
Meanwhile, a scarecrow was currently being grabbed by Fang Zhiyi, who was pulling out the straw from its body one by one.
"Are you going to talk? Are you going to talk?"
The scarecrow was going crazy. "I'll talk! I'll talk! You have to ask a question first!"
Fang Zhiyi paused for a moment. "I didn't ask?" He felt a bit embarrassed. "Oh, right. Do you know where that guy is? That Skinny Dog."
The scarecrow froze. Its scarlet eyes spun rapidly, and after a good while, it shook its head in despair. "I, I don't know any Skinny Dog, I..."
Fang Zhiyi turned it sideways and was just about to snap it in half when suddenly, the surrounding environment melted and faded away once again.
The scarecrow fell to the ground, its face full of the joy of surviving a disaster.
"I survived! I survived!!!"
It rushed out the door, its hoarse and unpleasant screams echoing down the entire corridor.
"Whatever bastard you are, Skinny Dog! Get the hell out here!!!"
In a room decorated like a cave, Uresk listened to the clamor outside and inexplicably felt a bit cold.
No, that wasn't right. He was a demon; he shouldn't be feeling cold.
"Son! Today, more than a dozen people possessed by demons have broken free from their control!!" Mother Fang said excitedly to Fang Zhiyi, who was sitting up. "There's hope! The Order really can perform exorcisms!"
She hugged Fang Zhiyi excitedly. Fang Zhiyi rolled his eyes. If you had woken me up a bit later, I could have taken care of a few more.
But he couldn't say that, so he just played along with a smile.
After a while, Fang Zhiyi suggested going out for a walk. The excited Mother Fang nodded repeatedly. "Go ahead, take a walk outside. Don't just stay cooped up at home all the time."
"Yo, isn't this what's-his-name? The sickling?" Fang Zhiyi was pondering over the matter of that corridor when a voice interrupted his train of thought.
Turning his head, he saw a burly boy looking at him with a face full of disdain, accompanied by a few other petty thugs.
He remembered that these were the classmates who used to bully the original owner of this body.
His luck was really something else.
"I heard your brother ran away from home? Was it because he couldn't stand you anymore? Hahaha, what are you looking at? Do you still think your brother can stand up for you? You piece of tra..."
Just a few minutes later, this dark and burly boy was kneeling in a row alongside the others.
Fang Zhiyi was panting slightly; this body was indeed a bit weak.
"Fang Zhiyi, I was wrong, please let me go."
Fang Zhiyi looked at him. "I still prefer the rebellious and untamed way you were acting just now."
The burly boy immediately puffed out his chest while kneeling. "Fang Zhiyi, I was wrong!"
Fang Zhiyi reached out and smacked him. "You're apologizing, yet you're acting so self-righteous?"
Right at that moment, one of the kneeling guys suddenly slumped onto his butt. Before Fang Zhiyi could speak, the guy pointed behind Fang Zhiyi in terror. "Demon, demon!!"
Fang Zhiyi turned around. Not far from there was a grove of trees, and at this moment, standing at the edge of the woods was a... woman wearing a white dress?
It was just that she looked incredibly bizarre no matter how you looked at her. The woman's limbs were like wooden sticks, impossibly long and thin. On her face, a wide, gaping mouth took up half the space. Her head was tilted and resting on her shoulder as if her neck were broken, and the hand she had raised was clearly holding a meat cleaver.
She looked quite terrifying no matter how you looked at it.
Fang Zhiyi was observing her intently, while the guys behind him began to scramble and crawl away, fleeing for their lives.
The woman also started sprinting toward them.
"Fang Zhiyi! Run!" The burly boy didn't forget to turn his head and shout. Although he liked bullying Fang Zhiyi, he didn't want to see him die here. But he received no response. When he looked back, he saw Fang Zhiyi charging straight toward that bizarre demon.
This scene left him dumbfounded.
Could it be that Fang Zhiyi was tired of living?
Seeing the woman getting closer and closer, Fang Zhiyi also revealed a smile. He flew up and delivered a flying kick. The kick felt like it had hit a hard wooden plank. The woman merely paused for a moment, opened her mouth, and roared at him. Not only was her voice harsh and unpleasant, but a foul, putrid stench also blasted from her mouth.

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."

g Yu was preparing for retirement when her organization decided to eliminate her. She transmigrated to a zombie apocalypse world. However, a tiny unexpected situation occurred: She somehow transformed into an adorable little girl?!

] [Lone Wolf, No Male Gaze] [Protagonist is pursued early on; extreme protagonist-stans, stay away!] The "Carnival Paradise" descends and slowly devours the real world in the form of a game. By chance, Zhu Yan awakens the talent [Roleplay], becoming one of the first beta players. He thought he could develop safely, but after clearing the first instance, he is branded by humanity as the chief culprit behind the game's spread—a traitorous villain. A villain? Who would ever... become one! He'll be the villain! From then on, Zhu Yan is not only a player but also a lackey for the Carnival Paradise. Between the straight path and the crooked path, he chooses the con. With his left hand, he dons the villain's mantle, staging scenes within instances, infuriating players who decry him as a despicable traitor, all while the game happily promotes him. With his right hand, he joins the non-human organization "Fangcun Mountain," which opposes the Carnival Paradise, transforming into a mysterious player who slaughters game bosses, earning cheers of "Long live the expert!" from fellow players. Gradually, Zhu Yan rises to become an S-rank human player in Fangcun Mountain's archives, while also being the Carnival Paradise's certified top game Boss. But when the final war erupts and both major factions place their hopes in him— Players tag his various aliases: "Experts, this offensive depends on you." The Carnival Paradise's supreme Boss throws an arm around his neck: "Bro, you're the iron, I'm the steel; you can't let me down again!"