Too many people are dying in this chaotic world? Then I'll activate the control panel!

Ershui City.

The twilight was as dark as ink, the weather was slightly chilly, and a cool breeze was blowing.

Wang Sheng, dressed in coarse linen clothes, with a small amount of silver in his pocket, walked briskly toward the old house on Mudfish Street with a hint of joy on his face.

"If I do the math, the silver I've saved up over this period of time is enough to pay for my martial arts tuition and the expenses for the next stage of my training."

Wang Sheng pondered to himself, and his tense heart finally relaxed a little after transmigrating.

This money didn't come easily! Thinking about the past two weeks, Wang Sheng felt a dull ache in his back and kidneys, and a familiar image kept flashing through his mind:

In the dimly lit bedroom,

The bed frame creaked inside the red gauze curtains, and the red curtains would occasionally lift a corner, revealing delicate white feet swaying back and forth.

Behind the curtain, the swaying figure of the graceful woman suddenly stopped.

then,

Then I saw her bend down her slender waist!

Snapped!

"Madam, please spare me! Please stop!"

The boy's pleas for mercy abruptly ended.

The screen ends.

"Ugh!"

Wang Sheng sighed softly as he walked along the muddy street.

He was originally a traveler from another world.

The original owner of this body died after being tortured and extorted by a beautiful woman from the wealthy Li family.

Wang Sheng had struck it rich, managing to transmigrate and take over this body. The body was then revitalized, just like before it was exploited. Or rather, his original body simply replaced this one.

but,

Even though Wang Sheng was brought back to life, he still couldn't escape the seduction of that beautiful woman.

Wang Sheng's current status is lowly; his parents were servants of the Li family.

That beautiful woman was the fourth concubine of Master Li, and was greatly favored by him.

If this were to come to light, Wang Sheng would most likely be drowned in a pig cage.

Moreover, even if the affair hadn't come to light, Wang Sheng would still have been unable to escape death if he continued this entanglement.

That woman is addicted to riding!

He still has many addictions!

Who could stand this!

"Damn it, what's the difference between that stuff and milk?"

"Even a hundred men couldn't withstand that kind of pressure!"

Wang Sheng cursed inwardly. Just thinking about it made his back ache. He had to break this deadlock as soon as possible.

Practicing martial arts was the path Wang Sheng chose.

Running away from home is the worst possible option. In this unfamiliar ancient society, a handsome young man like him would surely meet a tragic end if he went far away on his own.

The martial arts of this world possess extraordinary power; as long as one achieves even a minor level of mastery, one can escape their current predicament. Mastering them completely elevates one to a position of great power.

As for why Wang Sheng was so confident in practicing martial arts, it was naturally because he possessed the essential cheat code for time travelers.

"Panel, come out!"

As Wang Sheng mentally summoned it, a pale blue panel appeared before his eyes.

Heaven rewards diligence: Learning will surely lead to success.

This is his cheat code since he transmigrated.

In short, the more he sweats, the greater his success.

As for any skill or craft, as long as he studies diligently, there will be no obstacles.

Therefore, he wanted to practice martial arts, because only by practicing martial arts could he fully utilize the cheat-like abilities he gained from his transmigration.

quickly,

Wang Sheng then returned to Mudfish Street.

The old houses on Mudfish Street are still in the same dilapidated state, with peeling paint revealing the dark rammed earth inside, and the crooked tree at the gate has lost all its leaves.

Wang Sheng pushed open the door, and a pungent aroma of meat mixed with the rich scent of rice wine wafted towards him, making him momentarily stunned.

In the past, this old house in the city was never this lively. Forget about the aroma of meat, you'd be lucky to even have a bowl of brown rice.

He stepped inside and saw that the octagonal table in the main room was full of dishes: braised pork belly that was stewed until it was shiny with oil, steamed perch, and plates of stir-fried dishes that were glistening with oil. There was also an open jar of rice wine next to it.

Those sitting at the table were all relatives of the Wang family.

Grandpa Wang Gang, who usually lives with us, sat at the head of the table, wearing a faded blue cloth long gown, holding a wine cup in his hand, and smiling with his eyes narrowed.

His parents were also there, but both of them had their heads down and their faces were gloomy.

In addition, Wang Sheng's second uncle and aunt, third uncle and aunt, and even his distant cousin whom he didn't usually keep in touch with, all these relatives from the village came to the city and gathered around the table.

Wang Sheng frowned, wondering to himself, "Could it be that some great joyous occasion is happening today?"

He was about to ask,

Grandpa Wang Gang put down his wine cup, cleared his throat, and said with a hint of pride, "Sheng'er is back too. Perfect timing, everyone, have a taste! This wine was ordered by someone. And this meat is top-quality pork belly! Today, our Wang family has a great occasion!"

The second uncle quickly chimed in, "Father, stop keeping us in suspense! Tell us, what wonderful news is it?"

Wang Gang stroked his sparse beard, his eyes gleaming with smug satisfaction. "I spent eighty taels of silver to ask Master Zhang to buy our Wang family the position of village head! From now on, we'll be a respectable family in the village! Who will dare look down on us then?"

"Eighty taels?"

Wang Sheng felt as if he had been struck by lightning; his blood froze instantly, his ears rang, and he couldn't even hear the echoes of his relatives around him.

Grandpa is very old and lazy. In addition, his sons are good-for-nothings, which has ruined the once wealthy Wang family, leaving them with only an old house. They can't even come up with a single tael of silver on a regular basis!

Could those eighty taels be the eighty taels he was thinking of?

His lips trembled as he slowly moved to the table, his eyes fixed on his grandfather, Wang Gang. "Grandpa, where did you get those eighty taels?"

Wang Gang glanced at him and waved his hand dismissively, "Where else could it come from? It's mainly the money your parents earned from selling themselves into slavery at the Li family, plus the little bit of silver you've saved up over the years. Just put it together, and it'll be enough."

boom!

Wang Sheng felt as if he had been hit hard on the head with a club, and his vision went black.

That's his money for martial arts training!

It was the money his parents earned by selling themselves into slavery to survive!

Just like that, my grandfather casually bought me a worthless neighborhood chief position?

Like a leopard that has been provoked, he suddenly turned around and rushed into his small, dilapidated house.

The room was small, containing only a wooden bed and a table with a missing leg. He usually hid his silver in a broken wooden box under the bed, with a few bricks on top of it.

With trembling hands and feet, he moved the bricks aside, lifted the lid of the wooden box, and found it completely empty!

The silver, wrapped in layers of cloth, the money he treasured for practicing martial arts, was all gone, not even a single copper coin was left!

Wang Sheng's eyes instantly turned red, as if they were about to bleed.

He whirled around, stormed out of the house, grabbed Wang Gang by the collar, his voice hoarse with rage, "That's my money! My martial arts training money! And the money my parents earned from selling themselves! What right do you have to take it all?!"

Wang Gang was pulled so hard he staggered, and his drunkenness subsided considerably. He raised his hand and slapped Wang Sheng hard across the face.

A sharp "snap" rang out, particularly jarring in the noisy main room.

Wang Sheng's head was turned to the side after being hit, and a trace of blood spilled from the corner of his mouth. However, he seemed not to feel the pain. He slowly turned his head back, and the anger in his eyes almost devoured people.

"You've gone too far!"

Enraged, Wang Gang glared at him, pointing his finger at his nose and shouting, "I'm your grandfather! I can spend the family's money however I want! Buying a village head position is for the sake of the Wang family's reputation! For the future of the entire clan! What do you know, you brat?"

The second uncle quickly stepped in to take sides, grabbing Wang Sheng's arm and feigning concern, saying, "Sheng'er, don't be impulsive. Your grandfather is only doing this for everyone's good. What do you need so much money for, you young upstart? To practice martial arts? You might as well go and become a servant in the Li family. There's nothing wrong with being a servant."

My second aunt chimed in, her voice shrill, "That's right! In my opinion, you should listen to your grandfather and go to the Li family in a few days to work as a servant for your parents. At least you'll have something to eat, which is much better than all this nonsense you're doing!"

Uncle and Aunt also chimed in, chattering away, saying that he was ignorant and didn't know what was good for him, and that he should be obedient for the sake of the family.

With Wang Gang returning to the village and becoming the village head, things will be much better for his relatives.

Wang Sheng's family, however, has lost all their savings accumulated over many years! They have to start all over again!

Wang Sheng's gaze swept over the faces of these people, their smiles either hypocritical or contemptuous. Their words were like poisoned daggers, piercing his heart.

He looked at the father of this body, Wang Shanling.

Wang Shanling's lips moved, as if he wanted to say something. He looked at the handprint on his son's face and was about to speak when Wang Gang interrupted him sharply, "Shanling! What do you want to say? Do you also want to protect this unfilial son? Let me tell you, I'm going to spend this money! I'm going to take the position of village head! For the sake of the Wang family, it's an honor for you and your wife to become servants in the Li family!"

To be a servant is an honor!

Wang Shanling's shoulders suddenly slumped.

He hesitated for a moment, his face numb, then looked at Wang Sheng and said, "Forget about practicing martial arts. Come back to the Li family with me and be a servant. You're not cut out for martial arts, don't waste your money."

Seeing Wang Shanling's pathetic state, Wang Sheng's anger burned even brighter, as if a bucket of oil had been poured on it.

These so-called relatives, this so-called grandfather, all they talk about is for the sake of the family, for the sake of face.

In reality, it's all about satisfying their own vanity! They're sacrificing his hopes and their parents' dignity for a vague and unattainable position as a neighborhood chief!

These people even have the disgusting audacity to say that being a slave is good?

If being a servant is so good, why don't they sell themselves?

They really thought they could fool him like a three-year-old!

Wang Sheng took a step back, his chest heaving violently, the coldness in his eyes almost freezing the temperature in the room.

He surveyed the room full of people, each word seemingly squeezed out from between his teeth, filled with boundless rage, "For the family? I think you're all doing this for yourselves!"

He pointed to the door, his voice suddenly rising like a thunderclap, "These eighty taels are my life! They are the blood of my parents!"

"Since you've never thought of my family and only cared about yourselves, then we sever all ties from this day forward. Eighty taels of silver is repayment for your kindness in raising me. Our family has nothing to do with you anymore. You're not my grandfather, you son of a bitch!"

"roll!"

Wang Sheng suddenly kicked the stool next to him, which overturned with a loud crash, making the bowls and plates on the table rattle.

"Get out of here, all of you!" he roared, his eyes bloodshot, like a trapped beast. "Go back to your villages! My Wang family's old house doesn't welcome you!"

His relatives were so frightened by his appearance that their faces turned pale. His second uncle was about to say something, but Wang Sheng glared at him and made him swallow his words.

Wang Gang was trembling with rage, pointing at him, "You...you unfilial son! You just wait!"

Wang Sheng sneered, his eyes full of disdain. "I'll wait? I'll wait and see how long you can last as the neighborhood chief!"

The once wealthy Wang family has been ruined by Wang Gang, leaving only an old house. How many years can he serve as the village head?

The relatives looked at each other, none of them daring to say another word. They all stood up and slunk away towards the door.

Wang Gang was helped by his second aunt, and he walked away cursing as he went. After he finished tidying up, he left.

Perhaps Wang Gang is eager to get started, after all, this old house is all that's left, and the village is waiting for him to take charge.

Soon, everyone in the room had left, leaving only a table full of leftovers and a jar of rice wine that was only half-empty.

Wang Sheng stood in the empty main room, looking at the mess on the floor, his father's dejected appearance, and his mother Han's back as she secretly wiped away tears. He clenched his fists tightly, his nails digging deep into his palms, drawing blood.

With those eighty taels of silver gone, his dream of practicing martial arts seemed to have shattered as well.

But the fire in his heart burned ever brighter.

"People still have to rely on themselves!"

"Even without the money my parents earned from selling themselves, the entrance fee for martial arts training isn't much. As long as I serve the Fourth Madam well, I can still begin my training. As for future expenses, a living person won't die from holding their pee!"

Wang Sheng stared at the small piece of silver in his hand, clutching it tightly. The thought of Wang Gang's greedy and brainless nature, and the hypocritical and disgusting nature of his relatives, made him wish he could just kill them all.