I used to be the “poor boy” who had nothing in her eyes. To support her so-called “spiritual cultivation,” I willingly hauled bricks for four years and gave her everything I had. It wasn't until the globally livestreamed Esports World Cup that I saw the truth beneath her “aloof Buddhist maiden” mask: a “steak girl” who nestled in the arms of a foreign player, trampled on national dignity and honor, and laughed without a care.
In that moment, four years of devotion came to an abrupt end, and the dream was over. Buddha wouldn't save me, so I became a demon myself.
As my private helicopter hovered over the stadium, I made a call: “Cut the power!”
Darkness fell, and the world erupted in an uproar.
Everyone thought I was just a poor nobody who'd been dumped, but they didn't know I was the one at the helm of the Gu Group.
When she was penniless and out of options, begging me to get back together, I sneered. “I learned it from you. You play the Buddhist maiden, I play the poor guy. Aren't we a perfect match?”
When she tried to climb the social ladder only to discover she was a joke to the upper class, the esports goddess Su Luo stood by my side with her team. On the arena I'd built for her, they personally crushed the man who had humiliated me beneath their feet.
Buddha won't save you. I'll save you myself, by sending you straight to hell!
