You Took My House and Hurt My Mom. So What If I Turn Into a Demon?

My name is Nezha, a name that sounds like trouble from the start.

In public, I’m an ordinary high school student, quiet and reserved, enduring one thing after another for my mom.

In private, I’m a berserk demon who talks back to heaven and earth, terrifying my awful relatives.

I can’t help it. If I don’t go crazy, I’ll lose my family.

In front of my aunt, I’m no longer “the obedient nephew.”

I hold up my phone and sneer. “Go ahead, hit me. Let thousands of viewers see how you’re teaching the son of the person who saved your life a lesson.”

In front of my cousin, I’m no longer “the little brother who’s easy to bully.”

I point at the ceiling and wail, “Dad! Your dear brother-in-law and his family are trying to beat me to death!”

And in front of my hypocritical uncle, I’m certainly not “an unruly child.”

I help Mom up after he shoves her to the ground and calmly say, “So these are the relatives Dad gave his life for...”

At last, he snaps and smashes my phone.

Everyone thinks I’ve lost.

But I smile, because a demon like me never plays by the rules.