After Faking My Death, the Abyssal Big Shot Finally Drops the Act About Not Loving Me

Everyone in the Alliance thought Chu Xinglan was a pathetic simp, groveling for love.

For the lofty SSS-rank commander He Yuan, he endured spiritual torment, using his innate power day and night to soothe He Yuan’s rampaging abilities.

All he got in return were He Yuan’s cold stares and sneers. “Don’t think taking a knife for me means you can take his place. You’re just a tool I can discard whenever I want.”

Everyone waited for Chu Xinglan to break down.

But when their three-year agreement was up, Chu Xinglan smiled.

Without hesitation, he cut out the crystal core that had kept He Yuan alive and left behind a Notice of Termination of Employment Contract.

“Three years of healing services, that’ll be three hundred million. We’re settled up. No refunds.”

Then he leapt into the deadly abyssal beast tide, leaving no trace of his body.

The day he learned the truth, the commander who had always stood high above everyone, arrogant and untouchable, completely lost his mind.

He dug through the ruins with his bare hands for three months, wailing until he coughed blood, but all he found was a cold receipt for the final payment.

Three years later, the abyss stirred.

A supreme deity capable of controlling death descended, and all races bowed before him.

He Yuan’s eyes bloodshot, he mobilized an army of a hundred thousand mechs and surrounded the city. The entire Alliance thought war was about to break out, but instead the ferocious commander dropped to his knees and clutched the hem of the deity’s robe, begging pathetically: “Xinglan, please look at me again…”

Chu Xinglan sat on his throne and raised a lazy brow. “Commander He, my appearance fee is very expensive now. Can you afford it?”