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.
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.”
ine. During your journey, you save an abandoned baby girl and become her elder brother】 【You rely on each other, becoming each other's support】 【At the end of the simulation, you shield the now-grown girl with your life, sacrificing yourself to block numerous demonic cultivators. You die, and the light in the girl's eyes fades】 …… 【Second Simulation: You are transported to a world where steam and magic coexist】 【You immerse yourself in the study of magic, obsessed with its research. One day, while out, you encounter a half-blooded demon girl wandering the streets. You take her in as your student】 【You teach the demoness what it means to be human, show her the beauty of the world, and nurture her into a miracle that surpasses even the gods】 【At the end of the simulation, you die of old age in front of the nearly immortal demoness due to your mortal lifespan】 …… One simulation after another, one encounter after another. Xu Xi suddenly felt something was off: "Wait, you said you're coming to the real world to find me?"
