“This little bastard! I don’t know what’s gotten into him today! Tsk... Get away from me!” Li Daneng shoved away his wife, who was tending to his wound. “It’s all because of you, you jinx!”
Mrs. Huang looked aggrieved. “He’s always been so obedient. I don’t know what came over him today...”
“Obedient? That son of yours tried to stab me! He’s a criminal!”
Mrs. Huang nodded. “That’s right. He’s just like his deadbeat father—short-lived and worthless. Don’t be angry, all right? I’ll take you to the hospital.”
The two of them didn’t even bother with Li Weiye. They hurried out, picking up the small piece of ear along the way.
Li Weiye stared at the mess around him, then glanced at the crotch of his pants, which reeked of urine. Shame and fury surged through him.
“Huang Weiye, you’re dead!”
At that very moment, the Huang Weiye he was cursing was wandering curiously through the streets.
“Third Prince, you can’t just take things. You have to pay!”
“Third Prince, you can’t eat that. You have to pay!”
“Third Prince...”
Nezha finally couldn’t take it anymore. “I know I have to pay! The problem is, I don’t have any money!”
Suddenly, someone patted him on the shoulder. Nezha spun around and saw an old man smiling warmly at him.
“You...”
The system immediately reminded him, “Third Prince, this is the original host’s grandfather. He’s always wanted to visit him, but they drove him away every time.”
Nezha’s face showed a hint of impatience. “Oh, Grandpa. What is it?”
The old man looked at the frail child before him and noticed the trace of blood at the corner of his mouth. His eyes filled with heartache.
“They hit you again? I’m going to make them answer for it!”
The old man turned to leave, but Nezha grabbed him. With that frail body, how could he possibly stand up to Li Daneng?
The old man turned back to Nezha. After thinking for a moment, he tremblingly pulled a handful of loose change from inside his clothes.
“Take this and keep it safe. Don’t give it to your mother again.”
Nezha looked at the money, then at the old man, and reached out to take it.
“Your grandpa’s useless. I’m getting older and older, and soon I may not be able to come see you anymore. Remember this: study hard. Once you make something of yourself, stay far away from them...”
For once, Nezha wasn’t impatient. He listened carefully.
The old man rambled on for a while, then reached out and touched his grandson’s thin, bony arm. He wiped away the tears at the corners of his eyes.
“Then... Grandpa’s leaving now? When you grow up, remember to come back and visit your grandpa and grandma...”
Nezha still said nothing. He simply watched as the old man walked away, looking back three times with every step.
The system didn’t quite understand what was going through the Third Prince’s mind.
“In the original story, the original host hardly ever saw his grandfather. The old man took a train every time he came, but he could never stay for more than a day. The money he gave the original host was always handed over to his mother as if it were a treasure, and then spent on Li Liwei.”
Nezha nodded. Without the slightest hesitation, he turned around, took out the money, and resolutely walked toward a small shop.
At last, he could eat something good!
While he was out experiencing life, Li Daneng, who had received emergency treatment at the hospital, returned home. But when he saw that the house was still a complete mess, he flew into a rage. Li Liwei came out of his room, wanting to say something, but was immediately berated as well.
In the end, it was Mrs. Huang who carefully cleaned everything up.
“Stop being angry, all of you. When he comes back, I’ll make him kneel and apologize to Xiaowei and to you.”
Li Daneng glared at her. “You still want him to come back? Tell him to get lost as far as he can!”
“That wouldn’t be a good idea. What if the school finds out? What if the neighbors find out?”
“What are you afraid of? Tomorrow, we’ll tell everyone that this ungrateful little bastard dared to hit the man who raised him! We have proof! Proof!”
He pointed at his bandaged ear.
Mrs. Huang fell silent, her face full of worry.
She wasn’t worried about her own son. She was worried that her reputation would suffer because of him.
But the three of them waited all night, and Huang Weiye never came home.
“Hmph. He knows he caused trouble, so he doesn’t dare come back, does he?” Li Daneng ground his teeth. Then, as he watched his son get ready for school, he said, “Right. Go tell your teacher that Huang Weiye has dropped out.”
Li Liwei nodded. “Got it!”
He glanced at Mrs. Huang. “What are you waiting for? Hurry up and give me my allowance.”
Mrs. Huang immediately smiled and pulled out some money, handing it to him.
“What an idiot,” Li Liwei muttered before pushing open the door and leaving.
After spending the night going over everything that had happened, he had finally made up his mind: today, he would make Huang Weiye pay! That bastard had actually scared him into wetting himself! What if word got out?
Li Liwei had a plan. First, he would find a few school bullies from his grade and have them drag Huang Weiye to the bathroom, where they would give him a thorough beating.
Yesterday, he’d been alone. But today, he had backup. What did he have to fear?
Strangely, though, he couldn’t find Huang Weiye anywhere. Could that kid really have stopped coming to school? He must have been too afraid to show his face.
Li Liwei went by the windows of Huang Weiye’s classroom several times, but he never saw that timid figure.
By the time morning break arrived, he walked gloomily toward the boys’ bathroom in the corner of the school grounds.
Whatever. He’d first go talk things over with the others and have them keep an eye out for Huang Weiye.
But as soon as he reached the bathroom entrance, he saw a crowd of people gathered there, craning their necks to look inside. Li Liwei was annoyed.
“Are you going to piss or not? If not, move!”
Someone turned around at the sound of his voice. Their expression was strange, but they still stepped aside.
Li Liwei walked into the boys’ bathroom in confusion, and at once saw his own leader.
“Brother Long, you’re here? I—”
He stopped halfway through his sentence.
The usually arrogant Brother Long now had one eye swollen and black, and was obediently squatting on the floor.
Looking farther inside, Li Liwei saw that the other bullies were either crouching or sprawled out on the ground. At the very end of the bathroom, a figure stood with his back to them, a cigarette between his fingers.
“What a lousy thing. It stinks.”
As he spoke, he tossed the cigarette into the squat toilet and turned around.
At that moment, Li Liwei was stunned.
He had seen that hairstyle when he went looking for Huang Weiye earlier that day. It was fairly fashionable at the moment, so he hadn’t paid much attention to it. But... Huang Weiye wearing that hairstyle was just bizarre, wasn’t it?
Huang Weiye saw him too and smiled.
“Well, well. The pants-wetter is here.”
The moment he said that, several pairs of eyes turned toward Li Liwei.
“You—you’re talking nonsense! Who wet his pants?” Li Liwei panicked. “Huang Weiye, you ambushed me yesterday, and you still dare show up in the bathroom?”
Huang Weiye looked puzzled. “What, do you own the bathroom now?”
“You...”
Li Liwei took a few steps forward, but instinctively stopped. Huang Weiye’s crazed behavior from the day before flashed through his mind once again.
“You guys,” Huang Weiye said, no longer looking at him. He turned to the bullies and asked, “Do you know him?”
“We know him, we know him! Isn’t he that idiot from Class Seven?” someone immediately replied.
] [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!"
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...
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.
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."
