Ling Si was a once-in-a-century genius of the mystic arts: bold and unrestrained, until his younger brother and father secretly switched his fate.
His younger brother soared to success and was adored by everyone, while Ling Si hit one obstacle after another, was despised by all, and ultimately died in disgrace.
Given another chance, Ling Si sneered. This time, none of them would get away.
He kicked his leech of a younger brother, punched his scumbag father, and personally sent them both to jail. He also dealt with the stepmother who had killed his mother and the mystic master who had aided and abetted them, bundling them all up and sending them on their way.
Before long, the rich heirs of the imperial capital discovered that Ling Si, the country bumpkin they'd always looked down on, had suddenly become a favored guest of their fathers and grandfathers. They heard he was also on excellent terms with the mysterious heir to the Feng family.
Ling Si nodded. Of course we get along. I have my childhood friend Feng Qinian to thank for helping me all this way.
He happily patted his childhood friend on the shoulder, then grinned and raised a hand to give him a high five. Before his hand could reach him, Feng Qinian caught it and pulled him roughly into his arms.
Ling Si: "???"
Something seemed off.
Never mind, he was probably just excited. Understandable.
Whatever. At least I'm finally free of that wretched curse. I'm free, hahaha!
That very night, Ling Si packed his things and flew off for a seaside vacation, ready to start his wonderful new life. He even hired a few handsome men, arranging to meet them at the beach the next day.
Under the lazy sunshine of Nice, the handsome men were late. Ling Si waited until he was nearly asleep, when a familiar wisp of black mist slowly curled around his ankle.
Ling Si perked up.
Hey! There are people abroad who are this good at controlling baleful energy?
He took off his sunglasses and turned around curiously.
Feng Qinian was lying on another chair, his gaze deep and dark. "Who are you looking at? Male models?"
Ling Si: "???"
What was he doing here? And why was his face so dark... Was he, was he sunburned?
Feng Qinian's voice was strange. "Dear fiance, hiring male models behind my back?"
Ling Si: "!!!"
Damn, I was so excited earlier that I forgot we still had an engagement to deal with!
That night, black mist filled the hotel suite, coiling around the large bed in the center of the room.
A pale arm struggled out of the mist, only to be pulled back in without a chance to resist by another, larger hand.
[Important Notes]
1. This is a completely fictional setting, wildly fictional. It's all made up, so historical fact-checkers, beware.
2. There's showbiz, but also other things. This isn't purely a showbiz novel.
3. The protagonist will encounter ghosts and monsters. I personally don't find it scary, since by the time you read about them, the protagonist has already dealt with them. The main thing is, we have to believe in science!
4. The author's logic is dead. Please go easy on me.
5. Thank you, dear readers, for reading. "Bows"
Theme: Transmigrate through adversity and reach the stars
Come on, the author (ง˙o˙)วI will read it again when I gain weight!