Ye Chen did many good things when he was alive, but died young due to cancer. After his death, his soul merged with a trace of Hongmeng purple energy for special reasons, and was later recognized by the Chaos Treasure Chaos Pearl as its master. With the help of the Chaos Pearl, Ye Chen traveled through the heavens and the worlds and became a saint through his merits

Xintiandi, small people, one point is good for their heads, one point is good for their ancestors, three points are good for their fortune, and five points are dissatisfied with their fate. They will eventually rise up and suppress the world. . .

"Rainy Night, Overpass, Maybach."

Crash.

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When sitting alone, he often caught himself thinking about her—the girl who had shadowed him for years. He’d imagine her barging into the restaurant, drawing every gaze, then plopping down beside him, propping her chin on her hands as she stared into his eyes.

"Buy me a cola," she’d say.

But tonight, to his surprise, another girl actually did sit next to him.

...

Blue hair. Delicate. Radiantly sociable. A checklist of desirable traits.

Yet when it came to love, she was bafflingly cowardly.

Even his unluckiest junior never got to drink their senpai’s leftovers—but Banaumi did it without trying.

Too scared to confess. Clinging to "I’m fine" while heartbroken. Binge-eating after rejection. When urged to fight for her feelings, she’d just whisper, "I hope they’re happy."

He kept seeing that other girl in her—until he blinked, and a stranger’s face stared back.

A stranger who wasn’t even the same gender.

I have a sword that can sweep away all earthly affairs. I have a book that can enlighten the demons of this world.

In this life, I revere neither heaven nor earth, and honor no gods. I seek only inner contentment and a clear conscience. Only wine can dispel a thousand sorrows, only my sword can cut down all injustice, and only my book can be passed down for ten thousand years, for tens of thousands of years, for hundreds of thousands of years.