Chen Zhi opened the refrigerator and took out two eggs.
He took out a frying pan and placed it on the stove.
He turned on the heat and added oil.
His movements were smooth and fluid, though somewhat comical given his limited height and arm span.
As the oil temperature gradually rose, smoke began to waft from the pan.
Chen Zhi picked up an egg and gently tapped it against the edge of the pan.
Crack.
A perfect crack appeared on the eggshell.
He broke it open with one hand.
The egg slid smoothly into the pan.
Sizzle—
The hot oil met the egg, instantly erupting into a wonderful sound.
A rich, savory aroma spread through the cramped kitchen.
Wow! Smells so good!
Lin Wanwan sniffed, drool literally dripping from her mouth.
She clung to the edge of the counter, looking as if she wanted to stick her head right into the pan.
Zhi Zhi, you are amazing!
You are the most awesome Zhi Zhi in the whole world!
She showered him with free-flowing praise.
The corners of Chen Zhi's mouth twitched upward; he was quite pleased.
Although it was just a simple fried egg, in the eyes of the little foodie, it was practically a miracle.
He picked up the spatula and carefully flipped the egg.
A golden hue, crispy edges, and a runny yolk.
Perfect.
Just then, the kettle next to him let out a whistling sound, followed by a click.
The water was boiling.
A jet of white steam shot out from the spout.
The water is boiling! The water is boiling!
Lin Wanwan cried out excitedly.
Seeing Chen Zhi fully focused on dealing with the second egg and seemingly unable to free his hands, a strong desire to show off surged in her heart.
Zhi Zhi was frying eggs for her, so she was going to help Zhi Zhi pour the water!
I will pour the water!
Lin Wanwan volunteered loudly.
Before Chen Zhi could react, she had already reached out her little hands.
But the kettle was filled with boiling water and was quite heavy.
Even Chen Zhi would have trouble lifting it, let alone Lin Wanwan.
Lin Wanwan stood on her tiptoes and grabbed the handle with both hands.
Do not move!
Chen Zhi snapped his head around, his pupils shrinking.
But it was too late.
Lin Wanwan had overestimated her strength and underestimated the weight of the boiling water.
The moment the kettle left its base, gravity instantly taught her a harsh lesson.
Her wrists simply could not bear the weight and violently sank downward.
The kettle tilted sharply.
Boiling hot water surged out uncontrollably from the spout.
And it was aimed right at Lin Wanwan's chest and face!
Ah—
Lin Wanwan's eyes widened in terror as she watched the steaming stream of water splash toward her.
Time seemed to freeze at this moment.
Chen Zhi's mind went completely blank.
There was no room for thought.
Nor was there any process of weighing the pros and cons.
He threw away the spatula and lunged off the stool.
His left arm instinctively blocked the kettle.
His right hand violently yanked Lin Wanwan away.
Splash!
The boiling water poured unreservedly onto Chen Zhi's left forearm.
The temperature far exceeded the limit of what human skin could endure.
Hiss—
Chen Zhi gasped sharply, his facial features instantly twisting in agony.
His nerve endings frantically transmitted danger signals to his brain.
Clang!
The kettle hit the floor and rolled far away, spilling the remaining boiling water all over the ground, emitting white smoke.
Lin Wanwan was stunned silly by the sudden turn of events.
She stood blankly in place, staring at Chen Zhi's arm.
The originally fair and tender skin turned bright red at a visible rate, and then rapidly formed a terrifying layer of white blisters.
In some places, the flesh was even peeled back, a shocking sight.
Zhi... Zhi Zhi...
Lin Wanwan's voice trembled, laced with a sob.
Her face was deathly pale, and large teardrops rolled down from her eyes.
Chen Zhi gritted his teeth, cold sweat pouring down his forehead.
It hurt.
It hurt incredibly bad.
The pain receptors in this four-and-a-half-year-old body seemed even more sensitive than an adult's.
He felt as if his entire forearm was being roasted over an open fire.
But he could not care about that right now.
Enduring the excruciating pain, he used his right hand to pull Lin Wanwan away from the puddle of boiling water.
Do not step in the water... it is hot...
Chen Zhi squeezed a few words through his teeth, his voice extremely hoarse.
He looked down at his left arm.
Red, swollen, blistered, and gruesome.
He was done for.
This was not a minor injury that a bandage could fix.
It might leave a bad scar.
It could even cause nerve damage.
Waaah!!!
Lin Wanwan finally snapped back to reality and let out an earth-shattering wail.
It was out of fear, guilt, and above all, heartache.
She looked at Chen Zhi's terrifying arm, wanting to reach out and touch it, but not daring to.
Boohoo... Zhi Zhi... I am sorry... boohoo...
It is bleeding... so scary... boohoo...
I want my mommy... I want to save Zhi Zhi...
The little girl cried her heart out, gasping for breath.
Chen Zhi leaned against the kitchen counter, panting heavily, trying to use deep breaths to ease the pain.
But it was to little avail.
The burning sensation traveled all the way up his arm, shooting straight to the top of his skull.
He felt like he was about to pass out.
But he knew he could not faint.
There were only two four-year-old kids in the house.
If he passed out, this silly girl Lin Wanwan would not be able to do anything but cry.
Stop... stop crying...
Chen Zhi used all his remaining strength to shout.
Although his voice was not loud, it carried an unquestionable authority.
Lin Wanwan's crying abruptly stopped, and she looked at him between sobs.
Go... turn on the faucet...
Chen Zhi pointed at the sink.
Cold water... turn it all the way up...
Lin Wanwan wiped her tears and nodded frantically.
She scrambled up onto the stool on all fours and twisted the faucet all the way open.
Whoosh—
Freezing cold tap water gushed out.
Gritting his teeth, Chen Zhi shoved his burned left arm under the running water.
Sizzle—
The moment the cold water touched his scorching skin, the extreme contrast of ice and fire almost made him scream.
But immediately after, the piercing burning sensation eased just a bit.
Rinse.
Keep rinsing.
This was the first rule of first aid for burns.
Chen Zhi stared intently at the wound being washed by the water, his mind racing to figure out the next step.
He had to get to a hospital immediately.
But there were no adults around.
How would they get there?
Wanwan...
Chen Zhi turned his head and looked at his little childhood sweetheart who was still sobbing beside him.
His face was as pale as paper, and his lips were completely devoid of color.
Go call... your dad...
Do you know... the number?
Lin Wanwan nodded vigorously, sending tears flying.
I know! I know!
Her mom had forced her to memorize it, saying she must remember her parents' numbers in case of an emergency.
She never expected they would actually run into an emergency.
Go to the living room and call.
Hurry!
Chen Zhi growled.
Lin Wanwan jumped down from the stool.
Not even bothering to put on her shoes, she sprinted barefoot toward the living room.
The sound of the receiver being picked up.
The sound of dialing.
Beep... beep... beep...
In the kitchen, the running water continued to rush.
Chen Zhi felt as if his hand no longer belonged to him.
The pain was draining a massive amount of his stamina.
Finally.
From the living room came Lin Wanwan's tearful shout.
Daddy! Help!
Zhi Zhi, Zhi Zhi is cooked!
e bizarre and supernatural had descended. The previous emperor was a thoroughgoing tyrant; no longer satisfied with human women, he had set his sights on a stunningly beautiful supernatural entity. He met his end in his bedchamber, drained of all his vital essence. As the legitimate eldest son and crown prince, Wang Hao was thus hastily enthroned, becoming the young emperor of the Great Zhou Dynasty. No sooner had he awakened the "Imperial Sign-In Intelligence System" than he was assassinated by a Son of Destiny—a classic villain's opening. The Great Zhou, ravaged by the former emperor's excesses, was in national decline. The great families within its borders harbored their own treacherous schemes, martial sects began to defy the imperial court's decrees, and border armies, their pay and provisions in arrears, grumbled incessantly against the central government. Fortunately, the central capital was still held secure by the half-million Imperial Guards and fifty thousand Imperial Forest Army who obeyed the court's orders, along with the royal family's hidden reserves of power, barely managing to suppress the realm. As the Great Zhou's finances worsened and supernatural activities grew ever more frequent, the court sat atop a volcano. Ambitious plotters everywhere dreamed of overthrowing the dynasty, and even some reclusive ancient powers emerged, attempting to sway the tides of the world. At the first grand court assembly, the civil and military officials nearly came to blows, fighting tooth and nail over the allocation of fifty million taels of silver from the summer tax revenues. The spectacle opened Wang Hao's eyes—the Great Zhou's bureaucracy was not only corrupt but also martially proficient, a cabinet of all-rounders. Some officials even had the audacity to suggest the emperor release funds from the imperial privy purse to address the emergency. Wang Hao suddenly felt weary. Let it all burn.
nto another world, I bought a slave for the first time, never expecting the silver wolf girl to be so cute... Lin Feng: I know it's cold, but you don't have to sneak into my bed! Yuna: Just sharing body warmth, if you dare do anything naughty, I'll definitely...
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.”
【Prologue: The Beginning of It All – Use holy water to heal the saintess tainted by demonic energy, then converse with her.】 Shen Nian stared at his older sister sipping yogurt, lost in thought. So you’re telling me my sister is the saintess, and yogurt is the holy water? 【Main Quest 1: Brave Youth, Become an Adventurer! Reward: Rookie Adventurer Title.】 【Side Quest 1: Find the Adorable Kitty! Reward: 1000 Gold Coins.】 Shen Nian: "Wait, I’m a high school senior here—did some guy who got isekai’d accidentally bind his system to me?" Hold on, completing quests gives gold rewards? Titles even boost stats? Is this for real? (A lighthearted, absurd campus comedy—not a revenge power fantasy.)
