A cold wind blew past. Facing Fang Zhiyi's gaze, Lin Ye was not afraid. He knew he was immortal; even if the person in front of him was incredibly bizarre, they couldn't kill him.
He picked up his companion's machete and patted it against his leg, feigning calmness. "Did you think I was just like those pieces of trash?" By now, he made no secret of his opinion of his companions. Only those who were alive and useful were fit to be his tools.
Lin Ye raised the blade in his hand, pointing it at Fang Zhiyi.
Fang Zhiyi didn't answer him. He simply took a sprinting stance and suddenly dashed forward. Lin Ye's eyes widened. Was this NPC really that fast?
In the blink of an eye, Fang Zhiyi arrived in front of Lin Ye. Lin Ye swung his machete, but Fang Zhiyi easily dodged it. Fang Zhiyi kicked Lin Ye in the chest, sending him flying backward to crash onto the ground.
To the side, Greed, who was possessing Ye Qingjie, let out a gasp of admiration. "This guy is tough, being able to take a kick from the boss."
Fang Zhiyi took a moment to roll his eyes at him. He was fighting a human right now, not a demon. Humans couldn't be dealt with using spiritual power alone.
The system in Lin Ye's mind was frantically issuing warnings: "Host, retreat immediately! The threat level of the current target has far exceeded the warning threshold!!! You are not his match!"
But Lin Ye stood up once again. "Shut up! I am invincible!" Since he had crossed over into this world, he had never suffered such a setback. The thought of all those viewers seeing him in such a miserable state made him fly into a rage out of humiliation.
However, anger did not bring him any boost in power. His slashing motions only gave Fang Zhiyi an opening. Fang Zhiyi grabbed his elbow and smashed a fist down onto his knife-wielding wrist. A crisp sound of bones breaking rang out.
Lin Ye's face twisted in agony. Fang Zhiyi followed up with another punch. Lin Ye spat out a mouthful of blood and fell flat on his back.
Looking at the guy in front of him, Fang Zhiyi inexplicably felt that he was a bit pathetic.
Yet, Lin Ye suddenly burst into loud laughter.
"They all thought my skill was Insight or Deduction or something, but my actual skill is Immortality! Hahahaha! Do you get it? It means that no matter what, I will never die!!!"
As he spoke, his broken hand was recovering to its original state at an incredibly fast speed.
Fang Zhiyi watched him recover completely in just a few seconds, a look of sudden realization dawning on his face.
Lin Ye's eyes were still full of contempt. "You aren't the first one to try to kill me, but you can't kill me. Not even a god could."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly stopped his movements. "Um, has anyone ever told you?"
"What?"
"It's a very stupid thing to reveal your trump card in front of your enemy."
"Hahaha, so what if I said it? Even if this world is destroyed, I still won't die! What can you possibly do to... hey?"
His legs were grabbed, and his hands were firmly held by his own "companions." These possessed corpses erupted with astonishing strength. Lin Ye began to struggle, "Let me go!"
"Immortality, huh? That's pretty nice." Fang Zhiyi narrowed his eyes. "I bet you really enjoy this feeling, don't you? Facing a Boss's endless attacks, you can revive infinitely while the Boss rages in sheer incompetence... Tsk tsk, how wonderful." He subconsciously wanted to look at Little Hei, but then remembered that Little Hei wasn't there.
"What do you want to do? I'm telling you, I won't die! And you can't trap me either! Once the time is up, I can leave this world. And you? You're just a pathetic NPC."
Fang Zhiyi suddenly smiled. "Have you completed your mission that you want to leave so soon?"
Lin Ye's expression froze. "How do you know about the mission..."
"Little kids shouldn't ask so many questions." Fang Zhiyi smiled adorably.
Lin Ye remained stubborn. "Then you still can't stop me. You're just a pitiful NPC in a dungeon, pretending to be a Boss! Do you think you've won? Even if you kill me, I'll just get right back up. I simply love the look of you wanting to kill me but being completely unable to!"
Fang Zhiyi shook his head. "You're quite pathetic. In your world, I'm afraid everyone is just an NPC to you."
"Haha, you got that right. That's exactly how it is. So what? What are you going to do about it?"
Fang Zhiyi frowned and made a hand gesture. Several demons dragged Lin Ye toward a burial pit.
"Let me go! Let me go!" Lin Ye was still struggling.
"Bury him a little deeper!" Fang Zhiyi shouted.
"Got it, Boss!"
Lin Ye's face stiffened. "What are you doing! Fight me!"
It wasn't until the dirt was completely filled in, and a few worried demons stomped on top of it for a while, that Little Hei slowly floated down, letting out a satisfied burp.
"Three strikes and you're out. Don't tell me you lost again."
"How is that possible! I was super badass this time!" Little Hei patted its belly.
"Come on, you only fought a single hand of theirs."
"That was still a hand of the Heavenly Dao! The Heavenly Dao!"
"Alright, alright, you're amazing."
Meanwhile, Wei Kaiyang, who was watching the live stream, stared at the long-blackened screen and shook his head. "I told you that Fang Zhiyi was wicked."
The people in the live stream chat had long since devolved into a chaotic argument. Some were happy, some were worried, and some were making sarcastic remarks.
But it was obvious that everyone except Lin Ye had died.
The last scene they saw was Ye Qingjie's self-mutilation. After that, the live stream went black, followed by one death announcement after another.
Lin Ye's live stream had gathered hundreds of millions of people. Everyone was waiting for the result, but several days had passed, and the screen remained black. There was no death announcement, nor was there a failure announcement.
Soon, someone noticed the blind spot: this mission seemed to be stuck.
After this mission got stuck, no new missions were initiated. Their world fell into a state of stagnation, and many people began to leave their screens to return to their normal lives.
The other surviving mission participants were full of disbelief. Some even started crying; this nightmare was finally over.
For those viewers, the live stream was entertainment, but for the chosen ones, what they had to face was hell—all kinds of hells.
And now, this game seemed to have come to a standstill because of some kind of BUG.
Unless... Lin Ye died, and the game failed.
"System, help me!" Lin Ye couldn't move at all. He could no longer feel the passage of time, nor did he hear the notification for clearing the stage. It seemed as if he was the only person left in the entire world.
The system didn't respond to him either.
After all, the first thing Little Hei did upon returning was look for snacks.
"New flavor, new brand, tsk tsk." It still felt a bit unsatisfied.
Lin Ye's mind began to break down. He wanted to scream, but the moment he opened his mouth, dirt filled it. He would suffocate to death, only to be revived once again.
He suddenly realized what his ultimate fate would be, and endless fear and agony flooded his brain.
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
