Reincarnation

Zhang Fei folded his arms. "I mean, it can't be that bad, right?"

The figure let out a long sigh and pulled out a thick stack of papers. "Oh, you think so? Let's go down the list, dumb fuck."

He cleared his throat. "First, you got caught jerking off in class—during a math test. When the principal suspended you, you thought the best course of action was to send him death threats. Then, as if that wasn't enough, you tried to flirt with his daughter to get back at him. She ditched you mid-date, leaving you alone in a 7-star hotel with nothing but a bill of 1 million Yuan."

The figure smacked the papers on the table. "But the real deal? When you landed in jail for threatening a school administrator, you decided to relieve stress by masturbating while staring at a female officer. In full view of the security cameras."

"Not only did they catch you in 4K, but that little stunt got your sentence extended to a full month. Congratulations, dumbass."

Zhang Fei felt his clothes being torn apart. "Umm... I mean..." he tried to retort.

The figure immediately interjected, "Shut up!"

Zhang Fei flinched like a child caught in trouble, lowering his head in embarrassment.

"I'm glad you didn't mention that one thing," he whispered, his voice barely audible.

The figure raised an eyebrow in confusion. "What thing?" he asked, flipping through the papers.

He couldn't find anything unusual in the first stack, so he summoned another. His face drained of every color as he read through the content.

You did this?" he said in disbelief, staring at Zhang Fei with wide eyes.

Zhang Fei nodded slowly, his face flushed with shame. "Yes, I did."

"So, you made an illegal online scam called 'JerkMate.' You hosted a competition where men from all over the world paid $100 to enter, all to see who could last the longest?"

Zhang Fei swallowed hard, unable to meet the figure's gaze.

"And on top of that," the figure continued, "people could bet on who they thought would win?"

Zhang Fei's shoulders slumped in defeat. "I... I didn't think it would go that far."

The figure raised his hands, silencing Zhang Fei. "You're a special kind of idiot, aren't you? But wait, you, I have more to say."

Zhang Fei turned away, his face burning with shame.

"And after that, you became wanted in the city of Shanghai for your little scam. But instead of facing the consequences, you ran off to North Korea, hiding like the coward you are."

Zhang Fei's face turned even redder. "I... I didn't have a choice. They were after me."

The figure leaned forward, continuing with a mocking tone. "And what did you do there, genius? Started your life as a full-time coomer, huh? Nice. Very nice."

His piercing gaze remained fixed on Zhang Fei, studying him, as if analyzing every movement.

The silence continued, becoming unbearable. Zhang Fei felt a cold sweat on the back of his neck as the weight of the figure's inspection bore down on him.

After what felt like an eternity, the figure suddenly burst into laughter.

"Hmm, Zhang Fei," the figure said, his tone dripping with amusement. "I like your dedication."

Zhang Fei's heart skipped a beat, and he looked up in confusion. "What?"

The figure's smile widened. "You remained a degenerate till the end. That's... applaudable." His voice was filled with mockery.

"The title of Coomer King really does fit you. So, you know what? I've thought of the perfect character for you."

Zhang Fei was taken aback by everything. "What do you mean? A character?"

The figure flicked his wrist, and in that instant, Zhang Fei felt a strange force rush through him. It was like his very soul was being pulled apart and reassembled.

His body went limp, his vision blurred, and before he could react, he collapsed to the ground, unconscious.

***

"Zhang Fei… I'm so sorry…" A woman's voice, filled with sorrow, reached his ears. "I am such a bad mother…"

Zhang Fei stirred awake, his body feeling heavy as if he had been asleep forever.

His head ached faintly, making it difficult to think. Slowly, he forced his eyes open, his vision blurring before it settled on a woman sitting beside him.

He couldn't quite register who she was—her face was unclear, her presence unfamiliar. All he could see was the way her body trembled, the way tears silently fell down her face.

Just then, another voice interrupted the fragile moment. "Your Majesty, it's time to go back. The Heavenly Emperor will be expecting you soon."

The woman froze, the sorrow in her eyes deepening. For a long moment, she said nothing.

Then, without a word, she rose to her feet. Zhang Fei wanted to say something, but before he could gather his thoughts, she turned away, disappearing into the distance.