"Is that it?" Fang Zhiyi asked.
Little Hei shook its head, then nodded. "For you, yes, but actually, there's more."
Seeing Fang Zhiyi's confused expression, it said unhurriedly, "After all, you're just a tool character. You also have a villainous younger brother."
"Huh?"
Little Hei was amused. "Didn't see that coming, did you? Hahahaha."
"There is seriously something wrong with you," Fang Zhiyi said, feeling a bit speechless. He didn't know since when Little Hei had started liking to speak in half-truths. He also noticed that Little Hei's thinking seemed much more human than before—at least in its refusal to admit defeat and its slight competitiveness.
"Your relationship with your brother, and even your parents, is very poor," Little Hei said as another scene appeared. This was before the apocalypse.
Fang Zhiyi's younger brother was named Fang Chengci. Since they were young, their parents had shown extreme favoritism. Fang Zhiyi was scolded no matter what he did, but even if Fang Chengci caused a huge disaster, their parents would cover for him. In other families, the younger brother wore the older brother's hand-me-downs, but in the Fang family, it was reversed. Anything good always went to Fang Chengci first, and Fang Zhiyi could only pick up the clothes and toys his brother didn't want.
Fang Jianshu always said that as the older brother, Fang Zhiyi should yield to his younger brother a bit, but this yielding was far more than just a little. When Fang Zhiyi ranked at the top of his class in exams, his parents didn't care. On the contrary, Fang Chengci was always at the bottom of his class, and to comfort him, Fang Jianshu constantly bought him new clothes and toys. He even bought Fang Chengci a new mobile phone back in the era when mobile phones weren't even popular yet.
Fang Zhiyi had questioned this before, but just asking a few words would only earn him his parents' reprimands.
Even when Fang Chengci deliberately broke things and pinned the blame on him, Fang Jianshu would beat him up indiscriminately.
The most rare thing was that Fang Zhiyi didn't go astray because of this; instead, he became very kind. Before the apocalypse arrived, he was admitted to a very good university, but this drew his brother's jealousy. Fang Jianshu refused to let Fang Zhiyi go to a university so far from home, even telling him to give up on going to college altogether.
"You've grown up now. You should learn to share the family's burden and take care of your brother."
For the first time, Fang Zhiyi spoke up for himself, but he only received two slaps across the face from his father.
In a fit of anger, he ran out, but just a day later, the world ushered in the apocalypse, and Fang Zhiyi lost contact with his family.
After Fang Zhiyi's death, the formidable enemy Meng Bufan encountered was none other than Fang Chengci. When a pretentious otaku met a chaotic devil, even Meng Bufan appeared much more righteous in comparison. Fang Chengci was ruthlessly slapped in the face by Meng Bufan every time, which provided plenty of the emotional value the protagonist needed.
Suddenly, someone pushed the door open. "Fang Zhiyi, I told you to deliver clothes to your brother. What are you doing just standing here?"
Fang Zhiyi turned around and saw the original owner's father. His face was cold, and his tone sounded more like an order: "Hurry up. Your brother said he's a bit cold. Don't let him catch a cold."
Fang Zhiyi sized him up with interest. "Was the original owner picked up from the trash?"
Little Hei shook its head repeatedly. "Absolutely biological. You know, some people are just truly ridiculous."
Seeing Fang Zhiyi staring at him, Fang Jianshu frowned. "What are you looking at? Move faster! School is about to let out!"
"Wait, school is letting out? If school is letting out, he can just come back and put them on himself. Why do I need to deliver them?"
Fang Zhiyi's reply was clearly beyond Fang Jianshu's expectations. "What are you talking about! You are the older brother, don't you know how to take care of your younger brother?" His voice suddenly rose.
Fang Zhiyi also frowned. "Fine, I'll go deliver them. Who asked him to have no father or mother..."
"Stop right there! What did you say!"
"Are you deaf?" Fang Zhiyi nimbly dodged Fang Jianshu's slap and slipped right out the door.
"If you have the guts, don't ever come back!"
Fang Zhiyi opened the door again. "I will come back. What are you gonna do about it?"
Today, Fang Chengci was attending a tutoring class. It was said that a single lesson cost quite a bit of money; the Fang family was certainly willing to spend on him.
"Did this kid save both their lives or something?" Fang Zhiyi clicked his tongue.
He obediently arrived at the entrance of the tutoring center. Fang Chengci, who was already standing there early, showed no respect for his older brother upon seeing him. "Hand it over. You're so slow."
Fang Zhiyi threw the clothes in his hands over to him. Fang Chengci was a bit stunned. Looking at the colorful clothes in his hands, his brain short-circuited for a moment. Then, "Fang Zhiyi! These are women's clothes!"
"You should be glad you have something to wear." Fang Zhiyi couldn't care less.
"You!"
Just then, some people walked out. They seemed to be Fang Chengci's classmates from the tutoring center, and their eyes were immediately drawn to the clothes in his hands.
"Yo, dressing pretty colorfully there, Young Master Fang."
"You're even wearing skirts?"
Fang Chengci instantly got upset. "Fang Zhiyi!"
But right after, Fang Zhiyi suddenly changed his expression. "Little brother! How could you do this? Why did you steal someone else's clothes? And women's clothes at that? Our family hasn't mistreated you, right?"
"What are you talking about..." Fang Chengci suddenly turned his head, while those classmates looked at him in astonishment.
"Petty theft is one thing, but now you've become such a pervert!" Fang Zhiyi stepped forward, snatched the clothes from his hands, and shook them out, afraid that others wouldn't see. "You're so young, why won't you learn to be good! Stealing people's clothes? You, where are our parents supposed to hide their faces now!"
As if he couldn't bear to be seen, he hopped on his bike and fled. Fang Chengci stared at his retreating back in utter shock.
He wanted to explain, but it was obvious that Fang Zhiyi's words had already taken root. Those classmates, along with others who heard the commotion, all looked at him with suspicious gazes.
Some female students even took several steps back.
"I told you he wasn't a good person. Let's stay away from him from now on."
"This is too perverted. I originally thought he was just a bit arrogant, but I never expected this."
Amidst these murmurs, Fang Chengci felt both wronged and furious, and he actually just turned and ran away.
"With a piece of work like him, there's no way he has good character. Without good character, he'll have a bad reputation. He's definitely taking the blame for this." Fang Zhiyi enjoyed the pleasant breeze.
Little Hei chuckled.
"You're still laughing. An apocalypse is an apocalypse, but you had to arrange such a ridiculously melodramatic family. This original owner really suffered."
Fang Zhiyi was very familiar with the people around the neighborhood. Mainly because he was kind and always willing to help others, everyone knew that the Fang family's eldest son had an exceptionally good personality. In contrast to that younger son, they couldn't help but shake their heads.
But no one could interfere in another family's business.
Fang Zhiyi arrived at the residential complex before Fang Chengci. However, he didn't go inside; instead, he strolled around the entrance. Soon, someone greeted him: "Xiao Fang, out running errands for the family again?"
"Yes," Fang Zhiyi smiled gently.
That auntie praised him repeatedly, and Fang Zhiyi proudly accepted this acclaim that didn't belong to him.
Little Hei looked entirely disgusted and commented, "You have no shame."
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.”
lities. One day, Qi Yuan was buying groceries when he unfortunately came face-to-face with a monster. Just when he thought he was going to die on the spot, he suddenly heard the monster's thoughts... "This aura, he's definitely not an ordinary master!" "So terrifying, so terrifying." "A fight with my back against the wall, I can't take it anymore." Qi Yuan: Ah, no one told me that my awakened ability isn't telepathy, but rather the stronger my enemies imagine me to be, the stronger I truly become. PS: Zhou Hai in the first chapter is not the protagonist.
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."
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.
