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.
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."
] [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!"
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.
world slacker. But a genius female disciple just had to get clingy, insisting that he take her as a disciple. Not only that, she was always making advances on him, thoroughly disrupting his peaceful slacker life...
