On the Aftereffects of Faking Your Death

At a young age, Zong Nian was already burdened with a grand revenge plan. To escape his enemy’s surveillance and control once and for all, he decisively faked his death and pulled off a clever escape. Hidden beneath an unknown cliff, the young Zong Nian spent three years practicing martial arts and finally mastered them. But just as he thought he could at last kill his enemy with his own hands, he discovered “What?! They’re all dead?” “Yeah… Because if I didn’t grind their bones to dust one by one, how could I face you in the afterlife?” #I faked my death, hid away, and trained for three years, only to find all my enemies dead. What do I do now? Help, waiting online# #Whoa, who the hell knew faking your death came with side effects? Can someone tell me what’s up with this guy in front of me who looks sick as a dog?# The side effect himself: “Young Hero Zong, please don’t fake your death on a whim again. When the side effects kick in, they can be quite life-threatening. (smile)” CP: A slightly airheaded young hero pursuer × a sickly tower master love interest It goes without saying that this is a pursuer-led story, with the love interest chasing and doting on the pursuer, right? The author has wanted to write a fake-death plot for ages! I’m doing a short story to get back into the swing of things! Theme: