Little Hei felt a bit helpless. "Don't you find it noisy, stuffing all these demons into your body?"
Fang Zhiyi threw his hands up. "Just treat it like listening to the radio."
"Sometimes I think your brain is really twisted." Little Hei shook his head. "No normal person would ever think of stuffing every demon they catch into their own body."
"Thanks for the compliment."
"It's only you; those guys can't do a thing about you."
The clown flashed an exaggerated smile at Fang Zhiyi, then walked toward him with uncoordinated steps.
Fang Zhiyi just watched it.
The clown's smile gradually grew twisted. It wanted to slaughter, to create chaos, to make everyone fear it.
But the next moment, its smile somewhat froze.
Several figures suddenly darted out from the young man in front of it. Some extended long, slender claws, while others grasped axes. The clown stopped. It was the scent of its own kind.
That was... several of its own kind!
They were actually possessing the same person?
The clown felt something was wrong. After all, even among their own kind, infighting was a common occurrence.
Its reason overcame its desire to kill. It turned around to leave, but it was too late.
A hand grabbed its head. It slowly turned back, coming face-to-face with a visage even more terrifying than its own. At the same time, a rope was slipped around its neck. It tried to resist, but was pinned down by the flailing limbs of several demons.
Meanwhile, a resident hurrying by looked at the roadside in confusion. A clown was standing blankly, locking eyes with a young man. The two of them remained completely motionless. The eerie scene made his scalp tingle, so he sped up and left.
Not long after he left, the young man suddenly started muttering to himself and walked away. The clown holding the balloon collapsed to the ground. After a long while, the clown confusingly climbed up from the ground, was startled by his own costume, quickly stripped off the clothes, and swiftly fled while looking around.
As for the demon from just now, after being beaten up by the chaotic limbs of its own kind, it was dragged by Fang Zhiyi and stuffed into his body.
It was a bit sluggish. What... what was going on?
Looking at the several hyperactive demons in front of it, this demon with a ferocious smile inexplicably felt a bit afraid.
"Do you want power?"
"Why are some demons born as higher demons?"
"Are you really willing to be an errand boy for those demons for the rest of your life?"
"Think about it, in a demon's long life, what is truly worth pursuing?"
The demons talked over one another, making the smiling demon feel a bit dizzy.
However, not long after, Fang Zhiyi heard a new voice.
"Work hard! Keep it up! Are kings and nobles given their high status by birth?!"
"By the way, what does 'kings and nobles' mean?"
"It roughly means those high-and-mighty advanced demons."
Fang Zhiyi leisurely returned home. At this time, his parents were whispering to each other. Seeing him return, Mother Fang lightly scolded, "Not staying home late at night, what are you running around out there for? Are you hungry?"
Fang Zhiyi nodded obediently.
"Hey, who do you think you are to talk to our boss like that!" A shadow popped out from Fang Zhiyi's shoulder. Fortunately, Fang Zhiyi's parents couldn't see it, and the shadow was quickly dragged back by the chaotic limbs of the other demons.
"Do you have a death wish? Those are the boss's parents!"
"What's so great about parents! I... mmph mmph!!"
Obviously, its mouth had been covered.
After returning to his room, Fang Zhiyi finally went to sleep again.
And as he fell asleep, the surrounding environment changed once more. It was still that long corridor, only Skinny Dog was standing next to him, rubbing his hands together.
"Boss, we're back."
Just as he said that, Fang Zhiyi realized that everything around him was melting, and then he was thrown out of that world.
He opened his eyes, finding himself still lying on the bed in his room, and those noisy demons had all disappeared.
"They finally discovered me, huh." Fang Zhiyi suddenly chuckled. "Too bad it's already too late."
Fang Zhiyi knew that causing trouble so frequently in that world would sooner or later attract the attention of its higher-ups. And the simplest way to deal with someone like him was to sever his connection to that world.
"Does that mean you can't enter that world in your sleep anymore?" Little Hei asked.
Fang Zhiyi nodded. "Right."
"No wonder you did all those things..."
Fang Zhiyi smiled and touched his chest, closing his eyes to feel something.
In the world known as the Abyss, Skinny Dog looked around uneasily. More than a dozen pairs of eyes were glaring at him fiercely, as if they were going to tear him to shreds the very next second.
Fortunately, they didn't make a move.
"The Lord is waiting for you."
Skinny Dog followed behind them with some trepidation. In truth, demons didn't feel anything special about the death of their own kind, but to actually make a demon feel fear—that was a massive insult.
That bizarre human would no longer appear. Now, they just needed to question this Uresk about what exactly it had done to provoke such a terrifying human.
The narrow corridor came to an end, the sides turning into rock walls. Continuing forward, a scorching heat rushed over. This was a vast hall, currently gathering over a dozen demons. The ram-horned demon sitting on the chair, exuding an oppressive aura, was the higher demon lord in charge of Uresk.
The demon lord merely glanced at Uresk, his tone filled with disdain. "Your sins are so grave."
That simple sentence made Uresk's legs go weak, its mind going completely blank.
"That human—what exactly is going on?" The ram-headed lord rubbed the armrest of the chair with fingers covered in sharp nails, making a grating sound. "Thirty-eight lower demons are dead. Uresk, you must explain yourself."
"I..." Uresk felt a bit wronged. It wasn't the one who chose the guy, so why ask it when things went wrong? "I don't know."
It genuinely didn't know.
The ram-headed lord suddenly stopped his hand movements. "Are you talking back to me?"
Uresk took a fearful step back. "I wouldn't dare."
"That human is exactly... hm?"
As the ram-headed lord tilted his head in confusion, the other demons all looked at Uresk.
At this moment, Uresk suddenly clutched its own neck, tilted its head back, and collapsed to the ground, its body writhing continuously. Its body was already slender and chaotic, and right now it looked incredibly bizarre.
The ram-headed lord narrowed his eyes in puzzlement. He hadn't made a move, so why did this lower demon suddenly lose consciousness?
Suddenly, Uresk opened its mouth and let out a long, heavy sigh. Its eyeballs darted rapidly, and its entire body sat up completely straight.
] This is a dark fantasy-themed dating simulation game. The main gameplay involves containing various monster girls and investigating the truth of a world shrouded in mist alongside your companions. However, due to his love for the dark and bizarre atmosphere, Luo Wei ended up turning a dating game into a detective mystery game. Women? Women only slow down his quickdraw! To Luo Wei, the female leads in the game are more like tools to perfectly clear levels and squeeze out rewards. For Luo Wei, flirting with every girl he meets and then discarding them is standard procedure. Worried about characters losing affection points? No need. With his maxed-out charm stat, Luo Wei is practically a "human incubus." A little psychological manipulation and those points come right back. It's a bit scummy, but the paper cutout heroines in the game won't actually come at him with real cleavers. However... Luo Wei has transmigrated. He's accidentally entered the second playthrough of this game. His past actions have caused all the girls to transform into terrifying yanderes. Due to the game's setting, most of the heroines he once contained are "troubled girls." Obsessive, twisted, mentally unstable, all aggressive yanderes... The type who will kill you if they can't have you... Luo Wei wants to cry but has no tears left. "I really just want to survive..." In short, this is a story of battling wits and engaging in a love-hate relationship with yanderes.
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."
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.”
