Fang Yuan Collects Feet Pics (Part One)

"Ten stones? That's, like, pocket change. I'm grinding for that class president title, that's where the real clout's at." Mo Bei dismissed Fang Yuan, focusing on Chi Cheng and Fang Zheng, his actual raid bosses.

"Fang Yuan's just a lucky noob. Cultivation tests are all about stats. Higher tier = bigger buffs." Chi Cheng was seething, his fake B-tier status feeling like a flimsy skin.

"Class president and VPs? They're fighting over scraps, basically chasing after participation trophies." Fang Yuan was chilling by the gate, throwing shade like a pro.

"Glory" was just a social construct, a distraction for the sheeple. For a real sigma male? Just chains. 

His 500 years of grinding taught him the real meta.

"Clans, guilds, servers, worlds—it's all the same. Ranks are just a dopamine hit, creating a fake sense of superiority."

"Power is the loot box. Desire fuels the grind, benefiting the whales at the top."

"Organizations are just a pyramid scheme. Positions like class president are like daily quests, keeping the players hooked. Values, glory, religion—just mind control tactics."

"The truth is, everyone's getting farmed for resources. The core mechanic: resource redistribution. Higher rank, more loot."

In his past life, Fang Yuan ran the Bloodwing Demon Discord Server, using ranks and rewards to control thousands of players. He knew the game.

"Organizations are just a facade, a clan tag. The real endgame: resources. Food, water, cultivation—it's all about survival, basically a battle royale."

"For a Gu Master, skibidi stones are the premium currency!" Fang Yuan's eyes were deep, like he was looking into the server's code, a subtle smirk forming on his face.

Titles didn't matter- it was all about that hustle and sigma male grindset. 

He was posted at the gate, watching the noobs exit the academy, like he was a raid boss. 

"Yo, it's Fang Yuan."

"Why's he gatekeeping?"

"Ugh, his resting "I'm better than you" face is sending me."

"Just ignore him, he's probably just a troll."

As they tried to slide past, Fang Yuan stepped up, like a boss that had been aggro'd. He took out an audio-visual gu in his hand. "Everyone! Take off your shoes! I'm taking feet pics from everyone here!"

The teens were instantly throwing major "lag spike" vibes, their brains buffering.

"Wait, did he just pull a 'hold up' on us?"

"Fang Yuan, are you fricking serious? This is some next-level trolling."

"Are you running on dial-up? Who do you think you are, the gatekeeper?"

"Move it, you C-tier bot! Or I'll—"

Fang Yuan just went full aggro, no chill.

His palm was a blur, slicing through the air like a katana, hitting a teen's neck with a clean one-shot. The unlucky dude just went offline, like his connection dropped mid-game.

"Yo, did he just delete him?!" The squad was backing up, throwing "red alert" emotes. "Gooner Yue Bei Ju is straight-up bricked! What's the strat?" They were panicking, like they were in a surprise boss fight with no save points. "We outnumber him! Let's Zerg rush him, it's a 5v1!" Some were shouting, ready to throw hands, going full melee mode. "Yeah, he's asking for a fade! Let's teach him a lesson in manners!"

But Fang Yuan was already on the move, like he was speedrunning this fight. He surged forward, his palm a literal hitbox, hitting another teen's neck with a clean takedown.

"Aaaaah!" Another teen tried to throw a haymaker, but Fang Yuan dodged like he had aimbot, then delivered a low kick, a critical hit to the family jewels. "Aaaaah OWWWW!" The teen was screaming like he'd just taken a nuke to the crotch, basically a full-on meltdown.

Why did Fang Yuan want feet pics?

It was simple. Ever since the Heavenly Court had found a way to delete all traces of the recording of Femoid Zi Wei's panty flash, he was left lacking for something to really entice customers to Gooner Yue Fang Yuan Neko Maid Cafe.

What did the customers want? It was clear that the number one item was feet pics, though Fang Yuan didn't have enough. 

Where else to get them but from the others hehe...

Man, woman, it didn't matter - he was going to get those feet pics and they were going to hand it over if they knew what was good for them.

Fang Yuan was straight-up throwing hands, like a lion in a petting zoo!

He had 500 years of PvP experience, and these newbies were just a bunch of fresh spawns, barely out of tutorial mode. They didn't stand a chance.

In a flash, Fang Yuan had cleared the whole squad. Either they were straight-up AFK (fainted) or they were on the ground, throwing "low health" emotes, their bodies aching like they'd just been hit by a debuff.

"What in the actual—?!" Gooner Yue Mo Bei rolled up, throwing major "WTF is happening" vibes. He saw Fang Yuan posted at the gate, surrounded by downed players.

"That Fang Yuan, he's trying to take pictures of our feet!" One of the downed players shouted, clutching his stomach like he'd been hit by a critical fail.

"Still got some trash talk left, huh?" Fang Yuan's face was stone cold as he delivered a swift kick to the dude's abdomen, like a finishing move.

"Oww!"

The dude instantly went full shrimp mode, crying like he'd just lost his hardcore save file. Fear was plastered on his face, and he went radio silent.

Seeing this, the rest of the students were throwing major "nope" vibes, their hearts pounding like they were about to get jumpscared.

"Alright, just take off your shoes, hand over some feet pics, and you can dip. Or, you'll end up like these guys, basically a loot drop." Fang Yuan took a step forward, his voice ice cold, like he was delivering a patch note nerf.

"Hell naw, yo ahh tweaking, Fang Yuan! You C-tier scrub trying to flex on me, a B-tier player?!" Gooner Yue Mo Bei lost his cool, charging at Fang Yuan like a berserker, ready to throw hands.