"So you're saying you have countless rooms like this?" Fang Zhiyi pointed behind him.
Skinny Dog nodded. "Many, many of them. I don't even know how many there are. Logically speaking, for every human, there is a room that belongs to them."
"Hmm... then who exactly sent you to find me?" Fang Zhiyi toyed with the sharp knife in his hand.
Skinny Dog hesitated for a moment. "It's, it's that lord. I cannot speak his name." It immediately added, "Of course, this isn't targeting you specifically. Many, many humans have been chosen."
To its surprise, Fang Zhiyi waved his hand dismissively. "That doesn't matter. Let me ask you this: do you know where the Fallen are?"
Skinny Dog shook its head. "I'm not sure. Low-level demons like us don't know much about the Fallen. All I know is that the Fallen made some sort of deal with high-level demons, sacrificing their souls to be accepted. Generally speaking, we don't like those people. They are too cunning."
"And you have the nerve to call others cunning?"
At this, Skinny Dog straightened its back. "Demons are very principled! Those possessed humans almost always accepted an agreement before they were ultimately transformed."
Seeing the look in Fang Zhiyi's eyes, it felt a bit guilty. "Of course, there might be a little guidance... After all, that's the task assigned by our superiors..."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly raised his hand to interrupt it. "Alright, I know all the answers I need. Now, I'm going to ask you a crucial question."
"Huh?"
"Do you want to be the boss?" Fang Zhiyi's smile, in Skinny Dog's eyes, was more terrifying than any demon's.
"Me? Me? Stop joking, me?"
"That's right, you." Fang Zhiyi didn't look like he was joking at all.
Skinny Dog looked at the human before it—the one who had terrified Number 34 for so long—and felt a strange sensation in its heart.
Fang Zhiyi also looked at the guy in front of him. In the original plot, it was this Skinny Dog who ultimately made the original host willingly sacrifice his soul.
"What... what do I need to do?" It finally made up its mind.
Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes and smiled. "I'll let you possess me."
Hearing these words, Skinny Dog almost blurted out: Aren't you already possessed by an incredibly powerful existence?
But no matter how hard it looked right now, it couldn't see Little Hei anywhere.
"Stay here and be beaten to death by your colleagues, or possess me. You choose." Fang Zhiyi, for his part, didn't care either way.
The other demons, who had been hiding in their rooms, heard the commotion outside completely die down. A few bold ones poked their heads out to check, only to find that Fang Zhiyi was gone, and Uresk was missing too. They froze for a few seconds before erupting into cheers.
They had survived another day!
"It's a pity that Uresk disappeared. If it weren't for him, how could so many things have gone wrong!" one demon cursed indignantly.
The others chimed in, agreeing that if they ever saw that guy again, they would definitely teach him a lesson.
Right now, they just prayed that the murderous god wouldn't return.
Skinny Dog successfully followed Fang Zhiyi back to the real world. Only then did it realize how ridiculous its previous thoughts had been; it couldn't exert even a fraction of its power within Fang Zhiyi's body.
This made it gradually believe Fang Zhiyi's words. This human truly possessed extremely powerful strength! Perhaps by listening to him, it really could ascend to the throne of an Abyssal Lord!
Thinking about the future, Skinny Dog couldn't help but laugh out loud.
What aspirations could a demon have? Power, of course! Collecting human souls was for power, and feeding on human fear was for power. As long as one had power, one had everything!
Its silly laughter was heard by Little Hei.
"Why did you find this idiot?"
Fang Zhiyi chuckled. "To find a spokesperson, and while I'm at it... to find a new energy source."
Little Hei didn't understand what he meant.
It wasn't until Fang Zhiyi appeared again at the home of Prey's cousin. Prey looked anxious; the demon had returned, and his cousin had fallen into a deep sleep again. Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi had contacted him.
As soon as the long-haired demon opened its eyes, it saw a familiar face. It instinctively shrank its neck back. Just as Fang Zhiyi was about to strike, the demon cursed and tried to slip away.
It didn't believe this bizarre human could stand guard here every single day!
But to its surprise, the moment it left the girl's body, Fang Zhiyi's fist changed direction and smashed right into its face.
In the eyes of Prey and the others, Fang Zhiyi's punch had struck thin air.
It wasn't until the air distorted, and then they saw Fang Zhiyi reach out with his left hand and grab onto something.
"Heh heh, go on, try to run."
The long-haired demon was filled with terror. This guy was cheating! How could he grab it directly!
What greeted it was a brutal beating.
Little Hei also understood what Fang Zhiyi meant. With Skinny Dog possessing him, it meant he simultaneously held identities in both worlds.
Even in this real world, demons were physical entities in his eyes!
"I won't do it again! I won't do it again! I was wrong!"
Intense pain made the long-haired demon start begging for mercy. It still couldn't figure out why any of this was happening.
"What number are you?" Fang Zhiyi asked with a sinister smile.
The long-haired demon paused for a moment. Seeing that another beating was coming, it hugged its head and replied, "Number 25! I'm from Dungeon Number 25!"
"Do you know where the other demons are?"
Prey watched Fang Zhiyi talking to thin air, his face full of shock.
He was certain that Fang Zhiyi must be holding a terrifying demon in his hand.
But how could a human be so strong?
Fang Zhiyi turned and left, carrying the invisible demon. "Alright, your daughter won't have any more problems from now on."
In the backyard of a house, shrill screams and curses rang out.
The family's faces were filled with despair, and they could only continuously pray for God's protection.
But that God did not appear. Instead, a young man barged into their home, greeted them incredibly naturally, walked right through the house, and entered the backyard.
The male homeowner snapped back to reality and quickly chased after him to see what was happening.
He only saw the young man walk straight into the storage room, followed by his brother's mocking laughter and unbearable curses coming from inside.
But just a few seconds later, only the curses remained.
And then came crying and begging for mercy.
Soon, a rumor spread nearby that an unknown exorcist was walking through the community. Wherever a family was plagued by a demon, he would appear there.
Unlike the exorcism methods of other exorcists, this man used purely physical exorcism.
The rescued people were often left with bruised and swollen faces, yet they still had to thank him.
Meanwhile, the protagonist of the rumor was currently staring intently at a clown standing on the side of the road. In the middle of the night, a clown holding a balloon.
No matter how you looked at it, it was bizarre.
"Boss, it's definitely one!"
"Do you need to tell me? I know it is too. Boss, get him!"
"What tasteless clothes."
Several voices were arguing inside Fang Zhiyi's head.
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.”
Cheng's father told him he was getting remarried—to a wealthy woman. Cao Cheng realized his time had finally come: he was about to become a second-generation rich kid. Sure, it might be a watered-down version, but hey, at least he'd have status now, right? The wealthy woman also had four daughters!! Which meant, starting today, Cao Cheng gained four stunning older sisters?? But that wasn't even the whole story... "My name is Cao Cheng—'Cheng' as in 'honest, smooth-talking gentleman'!"
ive and Ruthless] Before his transmigration, Ye Xuan was playing a game called "Severing Emotions to Attain the Dao." The game's core wasn't about leveling up by fighting monsters, but about conquering various "bad women" with wicked personalities and cold, fickle natures. There was only one method to conquer them: stay unwaveringly by their side, then die at a critical moment, driving them to madness after losing the protagonist. The higher their level of regret, the higher the player's score. To dominate the server, Ye Xuan conquered all the bad women. In the early stages, he showered them with boundless tenderness, only to choose to sacrifice himself for them later, making them weep bitterly and drown in regret. Among them were: Xia Lengyue, the unfaithful immortal wife who chased after powerful men and discarded her husband like trash. Ye Qingcheng, the Demonic Venerable of the Joyous Union Sect, who appeared pure and innocent but was, in reality, promiscuous. Wu Lingxiao, the Empress of the Great Xia Dynasty, who lusted after men and loved maintaining a harem. Bai Qiangu of the Endless Demonic Sect: a bloodthirsty mass murderer. However, when the protagonist transmigrated into the game world, he made a horrifying discovery. Eight hundred years had already passed. The bad women he had conquered had now each become deities and revered ancestors. Faced with the endless stream of toxic women coming for him, Ye Xuan could only rely on his god-tier acting skills to carve a path of survival through this world of treacherous women.
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."
