But with the sound of helicopters, Fang Zhiyi had no time to deal with it. The commotion this time was quite big; even the country's air force had been deployed.
Fortunately, with Little Hei's observation, Fang Zhiyi evaded the searches time and time again.
"Welcome to the apocalypse!" On the other side of the ocean, Meng Bufan nervously watched the time. In his previous life, it was exactly at this moment that a person carrying a virus stepped off a plane.
He began to arm himself, locking the three layers of security doors he had installed one by one, anxiously waiting for the chaos to begin.
"This time I am fully prepared! Bring it on!"
However, he waited from morning until afternoon and didn't hear any news about chaos. Instead, he received two calls demanding loan repayments.
"Could I have remembered the time wrong? Impossible." Meng Bufan started to get a little anxious. "Maybe I really did get it wrong."
But he waited until dark, and then until dawn again, and the streets outside were still bustling with people, showing not the slightest sign of chaos.
Meng Bufan slapped himself hard across the face. "No problem! It will definitely happen! The apocalypse is definitely coming!" He had made so many preparations; if the apocalypse didn't arrive, he didn't even dare to imagine how he would face his massive debts!
While he was constantly muttering to himself, an exhausted Fang Zhiyi got off the plane.
Only, he immediately bought a domestic flight ticket and left the place again on the same day.
In the blink of an eye, over ten days passed. The apocalypse Meng Bufan had been anticipating never arrived. At this moment, his door was being pounded on loudly.
"Come out! I can't believe you wrecked my house like this!!! Come out!"
Meng Bufan stared in horror. "This isn't right. How could this be? It shouldn't be like this! Where is the apocalypse? Did I make a mistake somewhere?"
He fell into a spiral of self-doubt. Was there no apocalypse at all? Was it all just a dream?
No! Fang Zhiyi had appeared, so it definitely wasn't a dream! He had seen him with his own eyes!
What exactly went wrong?
He began to frantically recall his memories, but the more he thought about it, the more confused he became. He had no idea where the problem lay.
There was another commotion outside the door.
"Listen up, you in there, open the door immediately! We received a report that you are suspected of illegally damaging the building's structure! You're the one who messed with the basement in the parking lot downstairs, right? Open up!"
Seeing that the person inside was taking too long to come out, the police outside simply chose to have a locksmith open the door.
Meng Bufan's phone also rang. A fierce and vicious voice came from the other end: "Kid, you better pay back the money quickly, or you can wait to be exposed! We'll let your family see what kind of trash you really are!"
Family? Meng Bufan's hands began to tremble.
Just yesterday, some of his relatives had called asking him for money, and had even told his parents about the situation.
"Son, are your expenses really that high? She is a young lady from a wealthy family; why don't I come and take care of her instead?"
"Why aren't you answering the phone? Your dad and I have already agreed; we'll buy tickets to come see you tomorrow. If things look good, we'll finalize your marriage."
"Why did you borrow so much money? You're not lying to your parents, are you?"
Message after message left Meng Bufan without even the courage to take a second glance.
At this moment, his door was thrown open, and several people rushed in and pinned him down.
"Impossible! How did you get in!" Meng Bufan was shocked. This wasn't right! He had spent a fortune custom-making those three layers of security doors!
The locksmith responsible for opening the door stared at him in disgust. "These three shoddy doors? Let alone me, even an apprentice could pick them."
"Shoddy... doors?"
Before he could think further, a police officer walked up to him. "You are suspected of damaging public architecture and endangering the lives and property of others. Come with us right now!"
"Hey? What about my house?" The landlord was also anxious; he had no idea this tenant could pull off something like this.
"We'll handle things one at a time."
"What about me? This kid borrowed a lot of money from us, hasn't paid back a dime, and tried to pull a disappearing act!" a young man shouted.
"If you hadn't spoken up, I would have forgotten about you. You come with us too. You're a loan shark, right?"
"Paying back debts is perfectly justified!"
"Cut the crap!"
Fang Chengci's exams were also over. As expected, he did terribly, but he didn't care at all. He simply reached out and asked Fang Jianshu for money, saying he wanted to go out and play. Although money was tight, Fang Jianshu couldn't bear to let his precious son suffer, so he still took out some cash and gave it to him.
He tried calling Fang Zhiyi a few times, only to find that the call couldn't be connected.
"Bastard! Rebellious son! He changed his number and didn't even tell me!" He was a bit angry, but could only curse a few words under his breath.
Now Fang Jianshu felt a bit of regret. It wasn't that he regretted his favoritism, but rather that he regretted severing ties with Fang Zhiyi in a fit of anger. Seeing that he was now capable of making money, how could he have been so foolish!
With Fang Zhiyi around, he could help support his younger brother, and he and his wife would have a much easier time, wouldn't they?
After spending the entire afternoon in frustration, Fang Jianshu heard the sound of the door opening. He turned his head. "You're back, son. What do you want to eat..."
He saw a miserable-looking Fang Chengci, along with bruises on his face.
"Who hit you??" Fang Jianshu asked, a trace of anger in his tone.
"I did!" A burly man walked in from behind Fang Chengci. "You're his dad, right? This kid knocked over my mom and tried to run away!"
Fang Jianshu was stunned. This scene looked awfully familiar!
He instantly flew into a rage. "Trying to extort our family again? Huh? Do you have no shame? You're just targeting our family to scam, aren't you? Son! Did you hit his mom?"
Fang Chengci hesitated for a moment, then shook his head repeatedly. "No, I just..."
"Did you hear that! My son said no!"
"You people are trying to deny it, huh?" The burly man grabbed Fang Chengci by the collar and scolded.
"Let go of my son!"
This action enraged Fang Jianshu. He grabbed a vase nearby and lunged forward. The burly man was caught off guard by the strike, but fortunately, he had brought helpers, and the situation quickly devolved into chaos.
By the time a neighbor helped call the police and the officers arrived, Fang Jianshu's eyes were red with fury. He was holding a kitchen knife, confronting the burly man whose head was bleeding, constantly cursing out three generations of the man's ancestors.
"Why is it you guys again?" The police officer was exasperated. "Put the knife down!"
They were first sent to the hospital before anyone started asking what exactly happened. With the help of the police, they found the surveillance footage of the incident.
The footage clearly showed Fang Chengci speeding out on an electric bike and knocking down an old lady. He didn't even stop to look; instead, he frantically picked up his bike and fled, only to be pinned down by the burly man not far away.
The old lady was sent to the hospital, and the burly man dragged him home to find his parents.
"Wait, he really hit someone?" Fang Jianshu still had a look of sheer disbelief on his face.
"Hit someone? You also assaulted someone! They are doing an injury assessment over there right now, so you just sit tight and wait! What is wrong with this family!"
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?!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
] [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!"
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!
