Wang Ya Novels

After losing his memory, the destitute Zong Lan inherited a psychiatric clinic. Every day, he carried a bucket of glue to post ads, hoping mentally ill patients would come on their own. And then the lab rats actually showed up. A Jack the Ripper patient with dissociative identity disorder, a painter whose brushstrokes spawned pollutants, a full-metal obsessive-compulsive combat machine, a perfectionist obsessed with explosive art, and an ex-boyfriend who spouted riddles while perpetually in heat—each one harder to treat than the last. Under Zong Lan’s patient deception, none of them discovered his quackery. Instead, they turned over a new leaf, reformed, and became better people. Jiangzhou Base City grew ever more peaceful. To commend the contributions of Zong’s Psychiatric Clinic, the Containment Center decided to award Boss Zong a Little Red Flower Medal. Standing on the podium, Zong Lan teared up. *“Oh, it’s nothing, I’m not that great. I only got this far with everyone’s support.”* *“Now that it’s come to this, I can’t keep hiding the truth any longer!”* His tone shifted abruptly, full of remorse: *“Actually, I’m the notorious, world’s most-wanted criminal. I only opened this shady clinic to make money—I just got my license yesterday—but somehow, I ended up becoming a life coach for all these patients. I don’t deserve this. My conscience won’t let me rest.”* *“So, uh… is it too late to turn myself in?”* Everyone: *“…”* Everyone: *“???”*

The destitute streamer Zong Qi one day received a text message: [Congratulations! You've been selected for the beta test of the Horror Director System. Sign promising actors and create works that reflect your aesthetic vision!] Zong Qi: ? Spam ad, deleted. That night, he was dragged onto a horror movie set and told he would die if he didn't finish the film. Fortunately, actors had to follow the script diligently, while the director only needed to stand back and watch. Since the payoff was just too good, Zong Qi switched careers in a heartbeat. Slipping into an alter ego, he became the notorious behind-the-scenes director, outsmarting and antagonizing actors at every turn. His on-set misdeeds included but weren’t limited to— Applying makeup for ghosts in person, teaching actors how to hijack the script with bold moves, and betraying them at critical moments… Normally, such arrogance leads to a brutal downfall. But instead of facing united revenge from the actors, Zong Qi found himself confronted by a certain big spender whose plans he’d ruined countless times. The man removed his glasses, his handsome face cold and indifferent. A paintbrush smeared with pigment traced along the youth's sharp jawline, a dangerous implication in the gesture. "You've dirtied my brush." He smiled softly, enunciating each word with deliberate calm. "As punishment... I’ll dirty you too."

The down-and-out magician Zong Jiu transmigrated into a book. He found himself in a horror survival show novel, becoming the cannon fodder pretty boy who died tragically in the first round. This survival show was intriguing—only a hundred could debut out of thousands of participants, and the center position would earn a universal wish ticket. For others, this would be terrifying. But Zong Jiu wasn’t afraid at all. Instead, he thrived, pulling off one bold stunt after another. He survived unscathed, but in doing so, he made an enemy of the novel’s ultimate villain. Back and forth they went—today you scheme against me, tomorrow I strike back—each exchange strangely enjoyable. But no matter how reckless he was, eventually his luck ran out. Pinned to the ground by his nemesis, Zong Jiu lazily raised his eyes. “Just kill me if you’re going to. Stop wasting time.” Despite being at a disadvantage, he showed no fear, even provoking further. The man’s cold fingers traced his ear before pausing abruptly at his pulse point. “Pity. I’ve changed my mind.” — Once, he would have gladly killed Zong Jiu himself. He once regretted not carving his flesh or snapping his neck with his own hands. But now that Zong Jiu was truly in his grasp, a different, fiercer craving surged wildly. More than victory, he longed to see him gasping, pleading, with reddened eyes… [Original Title: The Thrilling Contestant] [Published Title: The Morpheus Contract] [Audiobook: Available on Maoer FM] [Please refrain from mentioning other authors' works in the comments of my story, and avoid referencing my work under other authors' posts. Thank you for your respect and cooperation.] [The escape room format of the Mad Circus arc is not my original creation—this was clarified during serialization. Some other common elements in the story are also widely used. [Please respect all hardworking creators.] Do not use my work to police other authors' stories, as it causes distress. Thank you for your understanding.]

The Taiyan Sect's outer sect gained a remarkably talented servant disciple. With a face that captivated all, he was lazy and carefree, yet rose to fame in a single battle. Alas, this disciple was frail and weak; without the nourishment of rare treasures, his cultivation path would likely end. "Able to release sword energy before even reaching Foundation Establishment, born to wield the sword. Pity, pity." All who spoke thus shook their heads and sighed. Zong Ci didn't mind—his life was a borrowed one. Having died saving the world, he was thankful to have been reborn. He held no grudges, simply wishing to live well. His idleness was fine by him, but others wouldn't allow it. His former loathed love, his ruthless junior brother, his capricious master... all rushed to uncover his secrets, eyes alight with madness, each willing to lay their hearts bare before him. Zong Ci: ??? Considering his past poor relationships, he was overwhelmed. He always felt he had gained nothing in his previous life—betrayal from his sect, separation from comrades, death and the end of his path, a mere joke. He never imagined they would stand before his grave, plunge into the ghost realm, fall into the demon abyss, seemingly insane. He never expected one more, who set up a divination board and calculated through the night. The heavenly snow settled on Tianji Gate, only to await an empty coffin bearing half a severed finger.

Zong Yan sits in the classroom, always feeling like the extra one. His body is here, but his soul sneaks out through the window. He wants to do anything, be anyone, except himself. He possesses a cool superpower: he can pull different character cards from the void with his bare hands. As long as his SAN value is sufficient, Zong Yan can become different entities—a superhuman, an ancient deity, an Elder God, even... an Outer God. Soaring above the dome of the Demon City, he is the free-flying child of the wind. Strolling through the rainy fog of London, he is the enigmatic Night Watchman. Walking amidst the glitz and glamour of New York, he is the radiant Sun God. Diving into the geometric city of R'lyeh, he is the indescribable King. Traversing the kaleidoscopic Dreamlands, he is the primordial faith of the universe. Early to bed, early to rise, attending school diligently—overtime and saving the world by night. During the day, he's a high school senior at Qingyang High; at night, he's the honorary top student at Miskatonic University. During holidays, he travels the world investigating anomalies, outwitting evil deities, and dedicating himself to maintaining peace and saving the crumbling world. Zong Yan: Thanks for asking, just an ordinary high school boy's daily life.

Zong Mi has seven legendary quests. Only by completing these seven quests can one be crowned king. Thus, he resorts to any means necessary—deceiving and swindling his way through, duping seven unlucky fools—before finally ascending as the monarch of the Sky Capital in the Inner Realm, reaching the pinnacle of his life. On the day of his coronation, the system’s cold announcement echoes in Zong Mi’s ears— **[The resources of the Divine Kingdom’s capital have been exhausted. A hidden quest has been issued.]** **[Gain the recognition of the seven quest NPCs to restart the Divine Kingdom and condense a Divine Spark.]** Zong Mi: ??? He recalls the people he’s tricked, including but not limited to— The god who governs plague, the Pope of the Dawn Church, the King of the Scarman Empire, the most powerful dark wizard of the era, the master of the Assassin’s Temple, the aloof and ethereal Elf King, the hideous siren lurking in the ocean depths. In short, none of them are to be trifled with. Back then, he deceived them too thoroughly, leaving himself no room for redemption. Now, he knows he was wrong. —*Big bros, forgive me. I truly know I was wrong.* **#** The people of this world do not understand love. They banished it with their own hands ten thousand years ago. Only when the exiled one returns, his features gently veiled by starlight, clad in royal robes as he turns to look back— Do they realize they cast love away out of fear. Fear of the soul’s inevitable echo. *(The final line of the synopsis is quoted from Vladimir Nabokov.)*

Zong He was reborn. Before the dawn of the new era, he must obtain the treasure that rightfully belonged to humanity— Pull the sword from the stone and become the last savior. Avalon opens, the Mausoleum of Qin activates, Aztec ruins awaken. Atlantis emerges, the Sky City descends, the Tower of Babel rebuilds. The First Emperor rules Xianyang, Valentino is crowned, the Empress of the Far North awakens. Yin-Yang divines the stars, the Poet Immortal laughs drunkenly with wine, the Sleeping Dragon commands with the Eight Trigrams. Humanity is cast down from the divine altar, plunging into the eternal night of the underground city. "The savior is here, awakening the sages of old to fight for humanity!" Zong He grips his broken sword, climbing the Sky Throne, his golden eyes gleaming with obsession. Twenty-two Major Arcana—he is the radiant miracle walking among mortals. Beneath the throne lie countless bones; wielding undying sovereignty, his gaze is cold and aloof. Gods and mortals alike fall for him, the world sings hymns in his praise. The new king is crowned, and all falls silent. "It's over." He smirks arrogantly. "I am the final victor." Note: All historical figures mentioned are drawn from general history. Interpretations of historical figures vary; those appearing here are largely portrayed in a positive light, without intentional vilification or distortion.

After being reborn, Zong Qi found an unlimited black card in his pocket. His first thought? Time to show off, crush his enemies, and live the ultimate dream. But there’s a catch—this “money superpower” works only when it feels like. Sometimes the card has no limit; other times, it can’t even buy a lollipop. Every other week, the funds vanish without warning.When he’s rich, Zong Qi lives lavishly; when he’s broke, he can’t even get past the gates of his own estate. Forced to endure those penniless weeks before the wealth returns, he realizes: this isn’t power—it’s pure torture.Yet in this cycle of abundance and lack, he recalls a line that haunts him:“You are the last rose in my barren land.”—Pablo Neruda, Twenty Love Poems and a Song of DespairA tale of alchemy, secret societies, and the unpredictable magic of modern wealth.

"The first time I saw you, I realized that even my pen could create a character so stunning and radiant as the moon." The Sword Saint in white paused slightly, lowering his gaze, "Oh? And what happened then?" "Then?" The half-drunk man squinted with a laugh, resting his head on the other's shoulder, triumphantly shaking the wine in his hand. "Then, I never expected—before I could reach for the moon, the moon would come rushing toward me instead." A lighthearted, refreshingly fun story—a romantic tale between two protagonists on their power-leveling journey.

One day, Zong Le, an ordinary man, accidentally downloaded a gig-work app. Only after opening it did he discover that the place he had lived in for over twenty years was actually the ultimate scenario in the Infinite Space, designed specifically for survivors to complete missions. To all survivors, this place was hell. Every mission in the Infinite Space, big or small, was built upon this world. Supernatural horrors awakened every few steps, and eerie domains sealed off entire areas. Zong Le: Huh? Zong Le: But... my world is perfectly peaceful! Confused cat.jpg