Chapter 3: Revenge
Taking out his phone, Chen Xiao noticed the internet was sluggish. It was likely due to the heavy online traffic. He casually clicked on a few posts.
“Is the Animal World a Grand Conspiracy?”
“The Slaughterhouse of the Gods: Are Humans Merely Lambs to the Slaughter?”
“Is It a High-Tech Ruse or the True End of Theology?”
One article after another, filled with grandiose arguments, most utterly devoid of substance—clearly rushed productions. The comments below, however, felt more genuine:
“Nonsense! How could superpowers be determined by the Last Supper?”
Underneath this comment were over ninety-nine replies, some initially in agreement:
“Exactly, deciding superpowers based on the Last Supper? What kind of foolish concept is that? Hahaha.”
“Definitely someone hacked everyone’s phones!”
“I bet it’s a conspiracy from the Beautiful Country!”
Then came a shift in tone:
“Something’s off, folks. That voice said I’m a C-tier talent with a gluttonous trait, and suddenly, I’m starving like never before—I’ve eaten eight burgers already!”
“Damn it, I’ve grown horns on my head! Against the heavens!”
“My teeth are sharper than knives now!”
“I awakened the pig’s talent, and I’ve gained a whole circle of fat. I’m crying! I’m never eating pork again!”
Chen Xiao skimmed through the comments, shaking his head helplessly. He knew that in the next few hours until dawn, the entire population would enter a frenzy. Soon after, the “New Humans” would emerge, starting their indiscriminate hunts of animals.
Mounting a stolen motorcycle, Chen Xiao weaved through the city’s highways. The blood-red moonlight bathed the earth, casting a vast ocean of crimson shadows.
“Beep beep beep.”
“Beep beep beep.”
“Hey, Uncle, I’m fine.”
“Uncle, I’ve awakened the talent of the rooster; I’m brimming with energy, hahaha.”
“Alright, don’t worry about me.”
Chen Xiao had anticipated the call and answered with a smile. On the other end was the person he cared for most before his death—Chen Changqing, his uncle and foster father who had raised him.
Chen Xiao tried to behave as he had in his previous life, relying on memory to replicate his past self. He didn’t want to alter the world’s course because if things proceeded normally, Chen Changqing would not die. The uncle in his previous life had joined a local organization in the capital and had outlived him.
Hanging up, Chen Xiao felt unburdened. It was time to deal with his own matters.
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“Cheng Youyou, did you enjoy the bucket I sent you?”
Remembering Cheng Youyou’s parents stirred a surge of hatred within Chen Xiao. Those two old pests had targeted him relentlessly. In his past life, countless times he was used as a pawn—all orchestrated by those two.
Following a familiar path, Chen Xiao arrived at the villa district in Beijiang City and climbed inside. Near the wall of Cheng Youyou’s home, he activated his eavesdropping mode.
Thanks to the “Dragon’s Breath” talent, Chen Xiao sensed four people inside the house. Their energy signatures were almost identical and very weak.
Could it be they all ate the bucket?
“You’ve been wronged, Youyou.”
“Mom knows you’ve long been fed up with that loser, but the time hasn’t come yet.”
“After all, he’s Chen Changqing’s only heir, the puppet most needed by Young Master Wang.”
“That old man doesn’t have many years left. Once the ancestral Chen estate falls into that loser’s hands—hmph.”
Cheng Youyou sighed, looking at her mother:
“Alright, I understand. But now, just seeing him makes me nauseous. Like a toad wanting to eat swan meat.”
Just then, a handsome young man entered the room from the hall—it was Young Master Wang, offering comfort:
“Alright, Youyou. When he inherits the estate, I’ll arrange a sudden death.”
He paused briefly:
“Just like yesterday, but yesterday was merely to vent your anger. Next time, it’s for his life.”
“An orphan with no support, leaving a will to give the estate to his girlfriend—makes perfect sense, right? Hahaha.”
Laughter rang out from the hall, belonging to Cheng Youyou’s father.
The four inside the room appeared cheerful, yet their words were ice cold.
Clenching his fists, Chen Xiao finally understood why Cheng Youyou, despite despising him so much, never completely ended things.
Why he had suddenly suffered a car accident, with the culprit vehicle still nowhere to be found.
The Cheng family and the Wang family—truly schemers.
Chen Xiao checked the time. There was still some time before midnight. He was in no rush and chose to continue listening.
“Young Master Wang, setting aside that loser for now, is there any chance you could pull some strings and inquire about...”
Cheng Youyou’s mother rubbed her hands nervously, hinting discreetly.
Young Master Wang said, “You mean tonight’s anomaly? That’s too deep; even I don’t know much.”
“Hopefully it’s just a prank. Otherwise, if I awaken as a chicken, how ridiculous would that be?”
Cheng Youyou whispered gently, “Calm down, it’s definitely a prank.”
Wang Qi grew irritable at the mention of tonight’s events. He glanced at the time—it was almost midnight.
“I should go. I’ll contact you if anything comes up.”
“Safe travels, Young Master Wang.”
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“Goodbye, Brother Qi.”
“Mm.”
“Bang—”
No sooner had Wang Qi stepped away from the Cheng residence than a huge hand slammed him to the ground. The immense force knocked him down, his bones aching all over.
Stunned, he turned to see Chen Xiao in hospital attire and blurted out:
“Chen... who are you? Why did you attack me?”
Chen Xiao crouched down, smiling brightly:
“What talent did you awaken, Young Master Wang?”
“Cough, cough—that’s none of your business!”
Wang Qi coughed twice, confused by Chen Xiao’s meaning.
Theoretically, this orphan should not even know him.
“Disobedient.”
Seeing Wang Qi remain silent, Chen Xiao sighed helplessly and pulled out a massive iron hammer hidden at his chest.
He slammed it down on Wang Qi’s legs.
“Why does this feel unsatisfying?”
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