When he was eighteen years old, his adoptive parents who had been abusing him died in a car accident. Feng Qiu thought that his life would eventually be peaceful, until many inexplicable people began to appear around him.
Who are they? What to do to him?
He doesn't know.
He only knew that each of them looked at him with excitement in their eyes, and even said with ill intentions with flushed faces:
"Come... I am the only one who treats you well..."
They were greedy, arrogant, and had a tremor in their voices.
Bewitch him, get close to him, and even... Please him in every possible way.
Facing the false kindness, Feng Qiu played with the bad elements in his heart and suddenly smiled.
"Okay, then you have to treat me well."
Then when those people mistakenly thought they had gained his trust,
Feng Qiu crushed their hopes and sent them to endless hell.
But every time he opened his eyes, he——
Back to when I was eighteen years old.
Only then did Feng Qiu realize that the world he lived in was a horror game, and he was the biggest boss here.
Whenever they fail, the copy is immediately refreshed.
He will return to the starting point.
Feng Qiu understood that this was a boundless purgatory for him alone...
But one day, when the dungeon was refreshed again, Feng Qiu, whose hands were still stained with blood, found that there was an extra person in his hut.
He is pitiful, weak, and embarrassed.
It seemed that he had been severely beaten, and he was curled up in a dark corner as if he was dying.
Fengqiu only tilted his head and glanced, then smiled unbridled.
This is exactly my sixteen-year-old self.
Well, that poor little bastard, Feng Xiaoqiu.
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Knock on the blackboard and pay attention
1. Self-attack and self-result, Shuixianwen
2. Copy written on January 27, 2022
Purpose: Live out of yourself
