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"I was but a normal kid, My only hobby, playing video games and reading novels..." "I lived my life like a normal kid, my name is Yan Long, Yan as the burning flames of heaven and Long as the dragons of the soaring peak." "I have a very arrogant name, but why do I look stupid, I couldn't even confess to my lovely crushes, all thirty-eight of them turned me down immediately as soon as they saw me, I didn't even have to say a single word! G*DAMIT!" But then, I died, all of them came to my funeral, I was so happy, but then, it only lasted for a few moments as the only thing they came for are my mother's home-cooked Shanghai Rolls! These shameless b*st*rds!" "Hmm? What is it? How did I die? Well... I felt that I will only be a forever alone person and decided to go to a brothel, then, as I was too excited, my heart had beaten so fast that I died..." "Don't you ever criticize how I died! You don't know what it feels to be a loner! Wuhuhu" "Wait, you do? Comrade, definitely."
Eastern White Tiger Continent.
A small village within the far southern part of the Continent.
"There's a legend, a few years ago, his name crossed the four great seas, making enemies trembled from even the foreign lands, his name, forgotten? No, it was sealed by the Emperors themselves, they fear that just by bringing his name up, he will bear any kingdom for its citizens' ignorance..."
"Wait... it sounds weird..."
A young man at the age of 27 tried to tell a story to three kids from the village, but it seemed inventing a story isn't his forte: "Well, you know, there's this great man..."
He couldn't even finish his words before the snot-nosed child interrupted: "Brother Fang, how great is he? Why is he great?"
The one telling the story is none other than Fang. eh scratched his head not knowing how to answer before coming up with an idea: "Well, his legend, it all started on a battlefield with a hundred men!"
"A hundred men? So... this great man slept with a hundred men on a battlefield?" Another child asked.
"Yes! eh? No! Where the heck had you learned that word!" Fang asked furiously.
"Eh? Isn't it from one of your stories?"
Fang felt speechless for a few moments before asking: "I did?"
The three kids nodded simultaneously.
Fang felt a headache coming and tried to explain: "You guys shouldn't say it like that, we were tired, so we sleep on a battlefield to recover strength to fight another day!"
The three children nod their heads: "Yes, that's what you said before and that's what we meant."
Fang heaved a sigh of relief before nodding repeatedly: "So, you want to hear it?"
The three children nod their heads.
Fang smiled: "Well, it all started a few years ago, there's a man that appeared out of nowhere, he was nothing but a weak boy, he tried to live by working hard labors for a day's worth of food, sadly, he's too thin to work and his body gave in!"
"Then, he was fired..."
"Isn't that too sad? He worked till he's sick, but he got fired instead?" A child asked.
A man and a woman couple walked, they looked at Fang and laughed: "Are you telling them stories again, Master Fang?"
The woman asked, the man then chuckles: "Master Fang, now which story is it this time?"
Fang smiled at the couple: "It's about how it all started."
Hearing Fang's reply, the two couples looked at each other in shock before smiling: "Then, we will be on our way."
Fang nods his head: "Okay, Big Sister Fong, take care of him, he might cheat on you."
Sister Fong chuckles: "Well, he can try." As she spoke, she took out a sharp ornamental dagger out of nowhere, playing with it with a toss.
The man chuckles wryly: "Master Fang..."
Sister Fong then dragged her husband away after that.
Fang chuckles, his attention at the children again and spoke: "Sad...." Pausing for a bit before he continued: "Yeah, but then, that time was something that changed his life, forever."
"This is all how it began."
As Fang retold the story
Beijing China...
A man at the age of 27 started crying in an alley, he had lost his job, his girlfriend, his family cut ties with him...
A failure within the twentieth century.
"Dying would be better than this..." He had reached the end of his patience: "Why... Why is it that this world runs in money..."
He stood up, slowly, he walked out of the alley and aimlessly continued.
The only thing on his hand right now is an attache case filled with failed paper works, an empty metal food canteen with a pair of chopsticks, a spoon, and a fork.
In his pocket, $5, no home, no work, no one to rely on.
He smiled, he took out the money from his pocket and smiled: "Well, at least I can still live for another day... Maybe things will turn out just fine..."
But just as he spoke those words, a shadow crept in, quite quickly, he dashed at the man and...
Swoosh~! The money went just like that, the thief smiled, he didn't even look back.
The man looked at the vanishing figure of the thief, he couldn't say a thing, he continued his walk, and for some time, he didn't know how he got into the top floor of a very high building.
"Oh... this place is... The company?" He asked solemnly, he looked from left to right and smiled. Climbing over the fence, he sat on the edge of the building.
The wind gusts strongly, taking out a piece of cigarette, was about to light it but the wind was too strong hence, the lighter didn't even manage to lit up.
It also started to rain...
He couldn't help but chuckle: "Well, I think bad luck had been following me for a long time now, let's end it."
He stood up, looked down and couldn't help but have his heart pump continuously.
"So, that's the end of the line for you?"
Suddenly, a voice sounded, it felt ethereal for some reason.
The man looked at his left and saw a glowing man: "You... who are you?"
The glowing man didn't respond: "Are you satisfied with your life?"
The man didn't respond, he smiled and stayed silent.
The glowing man then continued: "Jump then, let's see how much worse your luck is."
The man looked at the glowing man, he couldn't help but chuckle: "Shouldn't you be stopping me from jumping?"
The glowing man didn't respond.
The man smiled, facing back, he let the wind make him fall.
Bang~!!! Bag! Tud!!!
Three crisp sound echoes, the glowing man couldn't help but sigh as he shook his head before leaving completely without a single trace.
He crashed on the company's metal sign, his ribs broken from a traffic pole, and landed in a drain.
"Kyaaaa! Someone jumped from the building!"
"Help, someone call the ambulance."
The man couldn't help but chuckle; "F-fuck..."
He was jumped from a hundred-floor building but remained living for a few seconds, yeah, just so he could feel every inch of pain from the fall.
Slowly, the pain started to fade away, his eyes gone blurry before turning to complete darkness.
But then, he opened his eyes, he could see a very different environment, trees, a backyard surrounded by a wooden fence.
The man looked at his hands and then at his surroundings: "Where am I..."
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