It turns out I'm a second-generation demon.

My name is Li Xianyu. In this era where time travel and rebirth have become commonplace, I am unlucky and not as outstanding as those overpowered characters, but I inherited the legacy from my biological father!

Li Xianyu sighed with emotion in his 80-square-meter apartment.

"If there are no problems with the power of attorney, please sign here. You will officially receive the inheritance." The lawyer in a suit and tie held a disposable cup, reluctantly took a sip of cheap tea, and plastered a professional smile on his face.

"Okay, sure." Li Xianyu picked up the pen and signed.

"Now let's confirm again. I haven't opened the 200,000 yuan bank savings card and this wooden box that your father left you, so I don't know what's inside. Here's the key, please keep it safe." The lawyer placed the purple wooden box and bank card on the table and pushed them in front of Li Xianyu. Then he took out a copper key from his pocket and handed them to him.

The lawyer in front of him was supposedly commissioned by Li Xianyu's deceased father, whom he had never met, to pass on his estate to him when he turned twenty.

Li Xianyu had been looking forward to this for a long time, and when he received a call from his lawyer this morning, he thought to himself, "My deadbeat father has finally shown up. Maybe I can inherit two trillion. That's how it's written in novels. An ordinary, mediocre little person is suddenly approached by a lawyer and learns that his second uncle is the world's richest man, with a huge inheritance and a huge harem to inherit."

Thus, the ordinary man, filled with nervousness and anticipation, inherits the estate and ascends to the pinnacle of life.

That's a bit too optimistic...

That's not bad. With 200,000 yuan in bank savings cards, Li Xianyu can live a very comfortable life for a long time to come, "rowing without oars."

Tonight I'll cook instant noodles and add a braised egg to celebrate. No, I can't let poverty limit my imagination. Tonight, let's go to Shaxian Grand Hotel!

Li Xianyu is a native of Shanghai. His father works for a state-owned enterprise, his mother is a housewife, and he has an older sister. It's an ordinary, well-off family. He knew early on that he was not related to his parents by blood.

When he was in the second year of middle school, his father, whose flamboyant and unconventional personality had prevented him from getting into a good school, called him into his study and said earnestly, "Salted Fish, actually, your father isn't your biological father."

Even now, recalling those words still stings me.

At the time, Li Xianyu, who was suffering from severe chuunibyou (middle school syndrome), stiffened his neck and asked, "Is it Second Uncle?"

Dad, without hesitation, said, "He's my adoptive father."

"Your father and I are sworn brothers. He passed away when you were still a baby, entrusting you to my care. When you grow up, let me tell you the truth."

Every child has experienced being lied to by their parents, being told they were "picked up from the trash" or "given away with a phone top-up," and feeling terrified and crying uncontrollably.

But their parents were just teasing the children, so when Li Xianyu learned about his origins, he was heartbroken, as if he had suffered a heart attack.

His parents, who had raised him for over a decade, were not his biological parents. The beautiful older sister he had known for over a decade was not his biological sister... This seemed like a good thing, but Li Xianyu didn't think that much about it at the time. He sadly lowered his head, feeling dejected.

Luckily, I was a bit of a teenager back then, stubborn and headstrong. If it were the young Li Xianyu, upon hearing the terrible news, he would have turned around and jumped off the eighteenth floor.

Dad sighed and took a property deed out of the drawer: "This is what your father left you. You can move out after you turn eighteen."

In Shanghai, where land is incredibly valuable, what does an 80-square-meter apartment mean? It means you've become a millionaire.

Li Xianyu gripped the property certificate tightly, feeling that this was a worthwhile investment.

After being admitted to university, Li Xianyu moved out to live alone, leading a free and unrestrained life.

His adoptive parents treated him very well and continued to give him living expenses regularly. They also hoped that he would come home to visit often. In fact, they could have kept this a secret forever, but out of a man's promise, his adoptive father chose to be honest with Li Xianyu.

Li Xianyu opened the wooden box, inside which was a black bead and two letters.

The beads are pure black, translucent, and have a cool, delicate feel.

antique?

While Li Xianyu was intently examining the beads, the lawyer packed up the power of attorney, put it in his briefcase, and said, "Then I'll be leaving now. If you have any questions, feel free to call me anytime."

He pointed to the business cards on the table.

"Oh, okay, thank you." Li Xianyu got up to see the guest out.

The young lawyer took the elevator downstairs, took out his phone and dialed a number: "Boss, the things have been handed over to him."

A hearty laugh came from the other end of the phone: "Thank you for your hard work."

The lawyer was flattered and repeatedly said, "It's my pleasure."

......

Li Xianyu returned to the table and glanced at the business card: Baoze Group Law Firm.

As a Shanghai resident, Li Xianyu is certainly familiar with the name "Baoze Group". As a super conglomerate that is powerful and influential, Li Xianyu once thought that if he could join Baoze after graduation, it would be a joyous occasion worth celebrating with champagne.

I lowered my head and stared at the black bead in my hand. It was about the size of an egg, completely black, opaque, with a smooth, round surface, no signs of wear, and a cool touch.

It's definitely not an ordinary stone; it must be a gemstone or something similar. I wonder if it's valuable. Li Xianyu has limited knowledge of jade and jewelry and can't tell what it is. Perhaps he can find the answer in his biological father's will.

Opening the first letter from my dead father:

"Son, I hope this letter finds you well!"

When you open this letter, you should be twenty years old. It's a pity I won't be able to see you grow up; it's such a regret. I wonder if you'll be as handsome as me or as beautiful as your mother.

Is it appropriate to describe my son as handsome?

I think I'm the latter, Li Xianyu thought to himself.

He has a delicate face; with smoky makeup, colored contact lenses, and a wig, he can play the role of an online female anchor and earn millions a month.

"Your mother is from Zhejiang Province, a gentle and beautiful woman. We met at first sight and knew we had met the right person. We quickly fell in love and then you came into our lives. After finding out your mother was pregnant, your father cried for three days and three nights with joy. I thought I would never be able to have a child."

Li Xianyu: "..."

This flamboyant and unconventional style has a strong sense of déjà vu.

Birds of a feather flock together; no wonder the biological father and adoptive father were sworn brothers.

"It's a pity we have the bond of father and son, but not the bond of father and son. As I write this letter, my days are numbered. Old Li is my sworn brother, and I trust him completely with you. The important thing is that he also shares the surname Li. Although our father-son relationship is deep but our bond is shallow, I have still fulfilled my responsibilities as a father. I have left you a house and 200,000 yuan. The house is nothing, the 200,000 yuan is the key. 200,000 yuan, son, you will be a respectable Shanghainese now, enjoying envious glances wherever you go. In ancient times, you would definitely be the son of a wealthy landlord, with three wives and four concubines."

Li Xianyu: "......."

Two hundred thousand isn't the point; the house is the point, okay?

Two hundred thousand yuan must have been a lot of money in the early 1990s, but Dad, you died young. Your two hundred thousand yuan back then wouldn't even buy a toilet in Shanghai today.

You definitely didn't buy any financial products back then...

"You've grown up, and there are some things I, as your father, need to tell you personally. By now, you've already received the inheritance I left you. Nothing else matters. That bead is our Li family's heirloom treasure. It will be the foundation for your place in the new world. Eat it, and the Snail Maiden will appear."

Signature at the end of the letter: Li Wuxiang.

Li Xianyu: "???"

When I got to the end of the will, it suddenly started to get a little unserious.

Shouldn't it be something like, "Sell it to get money and marry ten wives"?

Why eat it? Is this thing even edible?

But since it's written like that in the will, surely the biological father wouldn't lie about it in the will? With a "let's give it a try" attitude, Li Xianyu picked up the bead, licked it, and found it icy cold and not sweet at all.

Hmm, you can't eat this!

The moment the thought arose, the bead seemed to come alive, sliding into his mouth on its own, turning into a warm current that rolled into Li Xianyu's stomach.

Li Xianyu: "!!!"

He gagged violently, trying to vomit.

A burning heat surged in Li Xianyu's lower abdomen, as if a ball of fire was burning within it. Accompanied by excruciating pain, Li Xianyu curled up on the ground, drenched in sweat from the agony.

That wasn't the most terrifying part. Li Xianyu noticed that his lower abdomen was swelling at a visible rate. A few seconds later, like a woman nine months pregnant, the intense pain made him suspect that he might give birth at any moment.

"My stomach, my stomach is going to explode..."

The feeling of expansion reached its peak, and just when Li Xianyu felt like he was about to explode, his lower abdomen emitted bursts of black light. These ever-changing black lights were projected into the air, twisting into a swaying humanoid phantom.

The black light gradually stabilized, and the humanoid phantom solidified. After the black light dissipated, the figure was indistinguishable from a real person.

It was a baby girl, no, a girl, with a tall figure, long hair reaching her hips, almond-shaped eyes and rosy cheeks, and a beauty mark at the corner of her right eye.

The girl was completely naked, yawning as she curiously looked around. When her gaze fell on Li Xianyu, the blankness in her eyes disappeared.

"After sleeping for twenty years, I've finally woken up." She stretched, took long strides closer to Li Xianyu, bent down, leaned in, and scrutinized him closely, humming, "Are you Li Wuxiang's son?"

Li Xianyu: "..."

Is there really a fairy godmother?

Holy crap, Dad, are you handing over the harem to your son as his heir?

The Snail Fairy really appeared, but Li Xianyu was not happy at all. He even wanted to run away. Even a carefree person would be shocked to see this.

But childbirth exhausted him completely, leaving him with no strength left to even move a finger, let alone escape.

With his last bit of strength, he nodded.

"Oh." The Snail Girl put her hands on her hips, her small eyes looking down at her disdainfully: "Call her Great-Grandma."

"???" Li Xianyu was dumbfounded.