Just Wait to Die, All of You

Yes, we can take a break now.

Akatum's gift was unexpectedly generous; it wasn't a time-based ability that could greatly enhance combat power, but it was exactly what Kang De needed right now.

Using the White Mist World as a lever, the time flow ratio between Earth and the Otherworld was reversed, resulting in a complete reversal of the time flow between the two worlds. In other words, seven days passed on Earth, but only one day passed in the Otherworld.

This means... we can take a break for now.

"Just treat it as a long Golden Week holiday."

The rest period on Earth is tentatively set at seven days, corresponding to one day in the other world.

Post-war Valentan was back on track, and the other nations, due to their sheer size, needed more time to digest Kang De's achievements and speeches. In such a situation, taking a day off was generally not a problem.

I can go back to the other world every three days at most, which corresponds to half a day. If there's something to do, I'll handle it; if not, I'll just slip away.

Excellent.

Kang De was eager to return home. He made some arrangements and gave some instructions to A Xing, who knew the situation, and also informed Leona and Hong San. Then he activated his ability and officially left the other world.

Covered in blood, fire, and exhaustion, I returned home.

In the White Mist World, Kang De looked at the Autobots parked on the street. "Are you really going to stay here?"

Iron Son replied, "I am very interested in the world my father lives in."

Kang De shook his head and said, "I've already said it, no, at least not now. You can't be on Earth yet. After all, I don't have a car, and you don't have a license plate. My country is full of cameras; they could easily find out you have no license plate, which is very cyberpunk. That would be a real mess..."

He rolled his eyes at this point. "It's not just you, I have to be careful too. We're all modern now; the space for superheroes to operate is shrinking because satellites, the internet, and cameras are watching you around the clock, greatly increasing the chances of being discovered..."

The Autobots said, "That's alright, I'll wait here. Maybe I'll be of use sometime, or perhaps Father will need my help."

Kang De smiled and said, "Earth isn't some other world. At least my country isn't at war, and the rate of serious crime is extremely low. I can handle any problems myself; there's no need for Transformers to appear."

Iron Son nodded and said, "I hope so, Father, and I really want to go and see."

"Okay, okay, leave it to me," Kang De said. "Perhaps I should think of a way to buy a car."

He bid farewell to the other party, his light flashing as he passed through the void.

Back to Earth.

I lay sprawled on the bed, breathing deeply.

Listening to the sounds of traffic on the street outside.

Even the deafening sound of the jackhammer drilling upstairs didn't sound so terrible anymore.

Yes, this is home.

An incredibly vibrant world, ordinary and peaceful, without endless war or brutal killings. Soldiers don't have to risk their lives, and civilians are not displaced. This country may not be the most powerful country in the world right now, but no other country on this planet dares to bring the flames of war to this land.

Even the strongest one wouldn't dare.

It's much better than another world, and much better than Goth.

Kang De closed his eyes, his heart pounding, and breathed heavily.

The shouts of killing, screams, wails, and even the rows of newly erected tombstones in the Valentan National Cemetery seemed to fade into the distance; true peace had arrived.

Here, he was just an ordinary citizen, free from the worries of a nation's life or death, and from the concerns of how many enemy soldiers he would have to kill next. In short, it was really good.

Kang De slowly reached out and rubbed his temples.

The dead, the living, the brutal war, the spreading flames of conflict—everything that had happened these past few days, the elven legions swallowed by fire and shockwaves... it was finally all over.

He muttered, "... Damn."

These past few days have been... fucking amazing.

Kang De closed his eyes, pulled the blanket over himself, curled up, and slowly drifted off to sleep.

Even the faint, grating sound of the impact drill from the upstairs renovation couldn't stop him from flowing like water.

Regardless, he wanted to get a good night's sleep first, and ignore everything else.

Even if the King of Heaven himself came, it wouldn't matter; nobody can stop me from sleeping.

However...

"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."

He had just drifted off to sleep when his pocket vibrated. Kang De, who had been fast asleep, suddenly opened his eyes, his body tensed abruptly, and his gaze sharpened.

But the next moment he realized that this was not Valentan's Night of Battle, but Earth, and his eyes softened, even showing a hint of anticipation.

At this point, who would call him—his parents or Old Wang?

Kang De blinked, took out his phone, and saw it was an unfamiliar number.

The gentleness and expectation in her eyes vanished instantly.

Who the hell is this?

Just as he was about to take a long nap, he was woken up by an unfamiliar number. Damn it, neither Old Wang nor my parents called to bother me. Who the hell is this? Kang De's eyes turned gloomy, even flashing with a hint of murderous intent. Then he suddenly snapped out of this state and slapped his forehead.

Relax, relax, relax, relax... This is Earth, you need to adjust, you need to adapt.

He suppressed the urge to unleash a torrent of abuse after answering the phone and instead rejected the call.

Then he tossed his phone aside and went back to sleep.

A moment later.

"Buzz... buzz... buzz..."

Kang De suddenly raised his head, his eyes wide open like a tiger, as if he wanted to devour the phone. He grabbed the phone with a dark look in his eyes, and sure enough, it was the same number.

Generally speaking, if someone keeps calling after being rejected, it's probably because it's an emergency.

But this is only generally speaking.

"Whoever you are, you'd better have a good reason..."

Otherwise I'll fucking... shove you down the toilet.

He answered the call, his tone gloomy and brimming with morning grumpiness. "Who are you?"

There was a pause on the other end. It was an unfamiliar male voice, but with a familiar tone. "Mr. Kang De, is that you? I've been looking for you everywhere! Why haven't you been in the service area these past few days? What remote mountain forest have you been in? You've finally decided to come back? I..."

Kang De asked in a menacing tone, "Who the hell are you? What do you want?"

"Holy crap, she's got quite a temper."

The other party chuckled and sighed, not angry, but with a hint of disdain in his tone. He said, "Then I won't waste your precious time. Let's get straight to the point. Mr. Xie really likes the apartment you bought in Huaxing Garden. The price won't let you down. You bought it at 60% of the market price, so we'll buy it from you for 20% above market value, a flat price of four million. You can return the money you paid to Miss Wang and still make a profit of two million. Also, Mr. Xie wants to make a friend. Please take some time to chat tonight... you..."

"... Fuck your mother."

The long-winded speech on the other end of the phone came to an abrupt halt.

What the hell is this? What Young Master Xie? What era are we living in? I'm a prince consort!

And what the hell are you talking about? Buying a house? To use it as a gravesite for your mother? The secondhand housing market is so sluggish, there are houses for sale everywhere. Are you going to just buy one and carry your mother in? What are you doing here? Who do you think you are, you lunatic?

Having just returned exhausted from another world, all I wanted to do was sleep soundly, but then this inexplicable phone call woke me up, and I was filled with indescribable rage.

Although his foul language was extremely rude, no one is perfect and can always refrain from using foul language. The fact that he, with his supernatural abilities, did not choose to pick up an axe and attack people even when he was furious is already a beacon of Civilization.

So Kang De stopped paying attention to this idiot and couldn't be bothered to know who this so-called Young Master Xie was. He wanted to sleep, and before hanging up, he symbolically uttered a harsh threat. "--Just wait to die!"

If this bastard continues to be so clueless and keeps making phone calls, then he and that inexplicable Young Master Xie, every single one of them, will be thrown into the septic tank.

Kang De tossed his phone aside, pulled the blanket over his head, and went back to sleep.

Damn it, you idiot.

--So who is this Young Master Xie? Xie Guangkun?

At this very moment, in a villa in the Lakeside District of H City, a person standing by the study window looked at his phone with a bewildered expression. The call had already ended, and he thought he had misheard.

The man, dressed in a suit and tie and wearing wire-rimmed glasses, looked quite respectable and handsome. He finally realized what had happened and muttered under his breath, "Damn! What the hell!"

A man sat behind the large desk in the study, legs crossed, playing on his phone with loud, blaring sound effects. Without looking up, he asked, "What, you won't agree? Or can't make the decision? I heard this money came from Wang Xiaoman. Living off a woman means you can't stand up straight."

"Yeah, Young Master Xie," the sycophantic man in the suit said angrily, "This bastard's mouth is always so foul, just a pretty boy from an ordinary family, living off his childhood friend, and he's incredibly arrogant."

"Oh?"

Xie Young Master Xie said indifferently, "She's got quite a personality... This Wang Xiaoman, she doesn't mingle in any circles, and she never associates with people like us. I thought she had such high standards, but she ended up with this kind of person?"

While playing the game, he asked, "Tell me, what filthy things did he say? Let's invite him and Wang Xiaoman out for dinner later, in front of his rich wife, and make this gigolo eat his words."

The man in the suit's eyes darted around quickly, then he said, "His first words were insults directed at me... that's nothing, but he clearly hates you too, saying something like, 'Let's just wait to die...'"

With a bang.

The large-screen smartphone was snapped in half, shattering into pieces. Young Master Xie abruptly stood up, his previous leisurely demeanor gone, and asked in a chilling tone, "He really said that?"

The man in the suit was startled and instinctively said, "Yes... yes, that's exactly what they say."

"Waiting to die..."

Young Master Xie's face was dark and gloomy, and his hands unconsciously clenched.

That house, which he bought years ago to keep as a mistress and later sold at a low price, represents a deep-seated worry for him, a huge secret he dares not tell anyone.

He was confident that he had handled the matter perfectly, cleaning up every mess so thoroughly that even in the quiet of the night, he felt proud of his masterpiece when he recalled the incident.

After all, there was a large population flow and rapid urban development in those years, and many facilities, technologies, and even concepts could not keep up, which gave him an opportunity. That adventure was the boldest thing he had ever done in his life, and he had long ago made up his mind never to do it again.

Because if the same methods were applied today, with increasingly sophisticated criminal investigation techniques and ubiquitous data networks, many so-called perfect crimes would be a joke. The police wouldn't care how clever the scheme or how brilliant the method. They don't reason or investigate; they only pull data, check surveillance footage, use technology, and conduct investigations, casting a wide net and searching thoroughly until they lock onto you.

There is only one kind of perfect crime... and that is never committing it a second time.

That's what this Young Master Xie, Xie Guangjun, was thinking.

He kept that huge secret to himself, telling no one, and was proud that he had fooled the public security, procuratorate and court. He thought that the right time, place and people were all in his favor, which allowed him to escape the pursuit of the national law. However, just recently, he heard some news that made his hair stand on end.

Although he had temporarily escaped the law, the justice of the world and the so-called cause and effect are not only limited to the punishment of the law, but also involve the affairs of ghosts and gods in the dark. He heard that the house he had completely renovated and arranged to get rid of was haunted. For someone with a guilty conscience, this was nothing short of a bolt from the blue.

His first reaction was that someone was trying to frame him, but after making inquiries from various sources and even hiring reporters to interview the family, they swore that something was amiss, which made Xie Guangjun even more suspicious. In any case, he would never set foot in that house... But he also had a guilty conscience, so how could he pretend that nothing had happened?

Just as he was racking his brains, trying to find a powerful and accomplished monk or immortal to subdue the demons, another piece of news reached his ears.

The haunted house was bought by someone.

Moreover, they checked in safely and felt fine; nothing happened. It seemed that the so-called ghosts and vengeful spirits did not exist, or that the person's yang energy was just exceptionally strong.

But this was not enough to reassure Eldest Young Master Xie.

The rumors of ghosts stirred up his old anxieties, making him increasingly unable to sleep at night. He even had a bad feeling and had nightmares, until he finally made up his mind.

Regardless of whether the house is haunted or not, he is determined to resolve this problem completely.

Whether you hire high-ranking monks or Daoist priests, or even foreign exorcists or yin-yang masters, the point is to slay that scoundrel so that he will never be able to rise again. Whether it's true or not, just do it.

The first step is to buy that house back.

He couldn't help but regret his decision. He had completely renovated the house, erasing all traces of the past, before selling it, all in an effort to sever all ties and say goodbye to it. Who knew this would happen...

But what needs to be bought, still needs to be bought.

So he used some connections to find out the buyer's identity, but what annoyed him was that the person didn't answer his calls for several days in a row and had disappeared somewhere.

Even now.

Something even more terrible happened.

When offered to pay double the price for the house, the other party became rude and verbally abusive.

And they even said, "Just wait to die, you lot."

These words struck Young Master Xie's mind like a thunderbolt.

Then, only one thought remained in Xie Guangjun's mind.

He knows!

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PS1: I hope everyone still remembers who Xie Guangkun... oh no, Xie Guangjun is.

PS2: There will be some urban scenes coming up, mainly as practice, so that I won't be completely clueless when writing urban stories in the future. I will try my best to make it engaging.