Capital, at a certain racetrack.
“Young Master Gu~ You look so handsome driving with one hand~”
Gu Xiaoyu enjoyed the attention of the beautiful women around him, his hands wandering over the bodies of the two most voluptuous ones.
Gu Xiaoyu was the youngest son of the Gu family. As the second son born out of wedlock, he had no right to inherit the family business.
His job was to be as much of a playboy as possible, so his big brother wouldn’t feel any pressure.
Though, to be honest, his big brother never felt any pressure to begin with. From childhood to adulthood, his half-brother had always outshone him in every aspect.
Since he was young, his father didn’t care for him, his mother didn’t love him, and none of the elders in the family liked him.
No matter what he did, someone would always say, “You’re not good enough, you’re nothing compared to your big brother.”
This had built up a lot of pressure over the years.
Women, cars, gambling…
These things had long ceased to relieve his stress.
Until he discovered the internet and met a group of men and women who were just as twisted and desperate for attention as he was.
Together, they engaged in cyberbullying. When he saw someone commit suicide because of him, he felt like he was on the verge of climax.
It was exhilarating, this feeling of controlling someone else’s fate was incredibly addictive.
Recently, he heard that someone had dared to provoke a member of their organization. The tech team had already dug up all the information on that little girl, and a new round of cyberbullying was about to begin.
Gu Xiaoyu was thrilled. He shooed away the women around him, planning to practice his driving skills some more.
He got into the race car and skillfully performed various maneuvers, feeling particularly in the zone today.
He even broke his previous record this time.
He whistled at the cheering women on the sidelines.
Just as he was about to brake and get out of the car, he suddenly realized that the brakes had failed.
The car crashed into the wall at high speed.
Bang!
The impact left him dizzy, but thanks to his helmet, he wasn’t seriously injured.
Cursing, he got out of the car, ready to give the racetrack owner a piece of his mind.
But then, another accident happened.
Bang!
The race car exploded, leaving no trace of his body.
At the same time, all around the world, many people met the same fate as him.
They were scattered across the globe, seemingly with nothing in common.
The only similarity was that, just before they died, it seemed as if the whole world was filled with malice towards them.
…
(“It’s all taken care of.”)
Ye Shuangluo sat at his computer desk, browsing through the exposed identities of several players.
He nodded when he heard his own voice in his ear, indicating that he understood.
Gaia didn’t say another word to him.
“Louise, her abilities are transformation into a sprite and granting trees the ability to move, similar to a Druid.”
The videos of the other people were either secretly filmed or blurry surveillance footage, but Louise’s video was clearly staged.
Ye Shuangluo even suspected that there were several cameras on set, filming multiple versions, and they had chosen the best one to release.
As the poster girl for the feminist movement criticizing him, Ye Shuangluo did pay some attention to her.
Moreover, her information was the most comprehensive online.
From the brand of milk powder she drank as a baby to the boys she fought with in kindergarten, everything was available online.
Ye Shuangluo even discovered that someone abroad was planning to make a superhero movie based on her.
It was said that she would be both the screenwriter and the lead actress.
This was absurd to the point that it was beyond absurd.
She really wanted to be a superhero and a superstar.
Ye Shuangluo turned off his computer and summoned his system panel.
[Next Trial Start Time: 69:27:45]
About three days later?
He was looking forward to it. After the next trial, he could become an official player.
And in the next trial, he should encounter a large number of players from other worlds.
He was excited. If there were demon players from other worlds, he might even get a Millennium Demon Heart to upgrade his Asura Demon Eye.
Ding-ding!
His phone chimed with a new message.
Uncle: Xiao Shuang, don’t forget to come over for dinner tomorrow.
Uncle: Your aunt and I haven’t seen you in so long, we miss you. You must come.
Uncle: Heart emoji.JPG
Ye Shuangluo suddenly felt nauseous, almost throwing up his recently eaten dinner.
What was this guy up to all of a sudden? Didn’t he find it disgusting?
He used to harbor some resentment towards his weak uncle and his domineering, greedy aunt.
After his parents died, they had taken over his family’s house and money under the pretense of being his guardians.
But now… the resentment was gone.
The gap between them was too vast; it was hard to hate two ants.
This didn’t mean he would forgive and forget; he was just too lazy to deal with them.
But now that they were coming to him, he wouldn’t be polite.
Ye Shuangluo wore his habitual fake smile, his thoughts unknown.
…
Villa No. 04, Shanhai Garden.
Ye Shuangluo looked at the familiar house before him, and a scene appeared in his mind.
“Little Luo, you must grow up safe and sound. You are the most precious gift from heaven to Mommy and Daddy.”
His mother always held him gently, telling him stories and wishing for his happiness and safety.
“Son! Come here, let Daddy hold you.”
“Oh, be careful, don’t let him fall.”
The scenes from his memory were vivid, as if they had just happened yesterday.
Ye Shuangluo shook his head, and the images of the woman and man holding a child disappeared.
Perhaps because his Intelligence Attribute had surpassed that of ordinary people, he could always recall things long forgotten.
He looked at the house, the place where he was born, where his family of three had once lived.
But after his parents died, his uncle’s family took it over. He had lived there until he was 14, then his aunt found an excuse to kick him out.
Thinking of the past, a cold glint flashed in his eyes.
Although this was the home he grew up in, his parents were gone, and staying here would only bring back memories and sadness.
But that didn’t give anyone the right to take his things.
He believed that he could throw something away or give it to someone, but no one could take it by force.
With that thought, he walked to the door and knocked.
The door quickly opened, revealing a plain-looking middle-aged man.
“Xiao Shuang, you’re here. Come in, come in.”
Ye Shuangluo looked at his uncle, a signature kind smile on his face.
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