A Master of Courting Death, the Miserable Green Silver-Eyed One

After a brief silence, Busan Esports Era New Plaza erupted into a roaring clamor, more lively than any marketplace.

Some people let out hysterical screams.

Some were so excited they feared the world was not chaotic enough.

The rational ones, however, shuddered at the implications.

In the livestream chatrooms, the comments exploded instantly, packed layer upon layer.

"Dodging bullets at close range? Is this a movie? Blanks? Or is this just a stunt by DSP Company?"

"Stunt my ass! Those are real bullets! I'm at the scene!"

"Was this assassin raised on shit? Fuck! He still couldn't kill that Korean traitor from that close!"

"The Matrix vibes are unbelievably strong... Do I have a plug in the back of my neck?"

"All you keyboard warriors, shut up! Lord Choi Sang-hwan is a Golden-Eyed One! At least show the respect that weaklings ought to have!"

"So what if he's a Golden-Eyed One? Golden-Eyed Ones can die too! Didn't Jack Grimm? I think Choi Sang-hwan will be the next Jack!"

"Hmph, foolish weaklings. Lord Choi is the chosen son of destiny, blessed with the fortune of all South Korea! How can Jack be mentioned in the same breath as him?"

"Exactly! Can Jack dodge bullets? No, he can't! Sang-hwan oppa will definitely become even stronger in the future... Onward, toward Superman!"

"Fuck... The assassin is dead? He only used one punch... Is this guy a miniature Hulk?"

The assassin had fired three shots point-blank, all of them missing. Choi Sang-hwan was completely unscathed.

After displaying "strength" beyond the limits of ordinary people's imagination under everyone's watchful eyes, Choi Sang-hwan was delighted rather than angry.

Although the assassin's corpse beside him made him sick to his stomach and nearly made him vomit, he still forced down the physical reaction and remained as steady as an old dog.

Not only had he survived this assassination attempt, but as the victim, he could also win over many sympathetic passersby as new fans.

With DSP Company's help, if This Matter was handled properly, just how far could he rise in the future?

The greatest superstar in South Korean history?

No!

From the moment Choi Sang-hwan became a Golden-Eyed One, he had known perfectly well that as long as he made no mistakes, that was already a foregone conclusion.

Now, he had even greater ambitions!

He wanted to become South Korea's supreme leader and ruler of the nation!

Choi Sang-hwan, a minor master of courting death, fell into a state that was rational yet crazed.

"Heh..."

Couldn't a celebrity stand in that position?

Did only people from traditional professions deserve to sit on that throne?

Why?

A lawyer could sit on that supreme throne, so why couldn't he, Choi Sang-hwan?

Perhaps in the distant future, esports players could run for that position too!

After all, back when he had still been a nobody, Choi Sang-hwan had firmly believed that if esports player Li Sang-hyeok could sit on the throne, he would surely perform better than every previous South Korean supreme leader combined.

He himself would not be much worse, either.

So what if he had to be a conglomerate's dog?

He would first find someone powerful to rely on and play along. Once his wings had hardened, it would not be too late to turn his back on them!

Samsung Group would be a pretty good target...

Choi Sang-hwan was blooming with joy inside, but a pained expression Appeared on his face.

"Everyone... I'm sorry. I used excessive force in self-defense."

He crouched beside the assassin's corpse and barely squeezed out a few crocodile tears.

For Now, let us not speak of Choi Sang-hwan's performance.

From that day onward, people gradually began to understand the power of superhumans.

"This Korean guy is fucking awesome! Dodging bullets at close range... That's insanely badass!"

While scrolling through Douyin, Guo Lei came across the video clip of Choi Sang-hwan's assassination attempt.

His eyes widened sharply. He rose to his feet and clenched his phone.

That was way too cool!

If several Big Vs on Weibo had not solemnly sworn that it was all real, he would have suspected they were filming a movie.

Since it was all real, did that mean the era of Spiritual Energy Resurgence he had always fantasized about was about to arrive?

The Golden-Eyed One was merely a pioneer who had seized the initiative. An ordinary person like him might not be without a chance to become a superhuman as well...

But before Guo Lei could stay excited for long, the smile on his face gradually faded.

None of that had anything to do with him.

Right now, he was nothing more than a pathetic freeloader living off his parents.

When he saw his wife this morning, he noticed several love bites on her neck...

Guo Lei was one hundred percent certain that he hadn't "planted" those himself!

However, his wife swore to the heavens that she had been trying gua sha and cupping on herself, and had pinched those marks out herself...

What else could Guo Lei do?

Of course, he believed her!

Beep beep beep...

A special WeChat notification sounded.

It was a message from his wife.

After unlocking his phone, Guo Lei opened it and took a look.

"It's over, it's over! I told you not to kiss my neck, but you just wouldn't listen! Guo Lei saw these hickeys today! How do you think we can fool him?"

At that instant, Guo Lei felt as though his hair had turned lush green, like he had the verdant grasslands of Hulunbuir perched on his head.

He froze for a moment, then replied with six words.

"Did you send that to the wrong person?"

Guo Lei's wife withdrew the message at light speed.

After a while, she sent three more messages.

"Then let's get divorced. You poor bastard, I've had enough of you already."

"Voice message."

Guo Lei tapped the voice message.

His wife's panting came through the speaker, along with an unfamiliar man's voice and the sounds of lovemaking.

The adulterous pair's conversation was unbearable to listen to, full of disgusting pet names like good grandpa, naughty granddaughter, little bitch, and big Tibetan mastiff.

Guo Lei fell into a daze.

About half an hour later, Guo Lei's wife sent another message.

"I suggest you go to the hospital and get tested. I have AIDS, so see whether you're HVI-positive. Shall we find a time to handle the divorce paperwork at the Civil Affairs Bureau? It's fine if you don't—I'm not short of men anyway."

Seeing this, Guo Lei finally suffered a complete mental breakdown.

"Fuck your mother! Fuck your mother! Did you hear me?! You lowly woman, haven't I treated you well?! Why would you do this to me?!"

A little red dot appeared beside the message, indicating that it had failed to send.

WeChat gently informed Guo Lei—"Sorry, you are not friends with this user and cannot send messages."

In a haze, Guo Lei rushed into the kitchen, found a knife, pressed it to his neck, and wore an expression utterly devoid of any desire to live.

What meaning was there in living?

Just as he, overwhelmed by grief, was about to end his miserable life...

A change suddenly occurred.

Without Any sound or visual effect, something in Guo Lei's brain seemed to be secreting rapidly, and an inexplicable surge of excitement welled up in his heart.

Acquire more wealth, raise his social standing, suppress any possible illness, study, eat, digest, absorb, exercise, grow stronger...

Countless positive thoughts sprang up from the depths of his heart.

Guo Lei slowly opened his eyes.

His originally yellowish-black eyes had turned silver.

In an instant, Guo Lei went from being a twenty-four-karat pure waste of space to an energetic, optimistic, sunny, cheerful go-getter.

"So what if I have AIDS?"

"A new era has arrived. In the future, AIDS might not necessarily be incurable."

"Even if medicine doesn't make any breakthrough progress, as long as I work hard and make money, with enough money, I can live just like a normal person."

Guo Lei himself could not explain where these changes in his body and thoughts had come from. He could only attribute them to a miraculous encounter and heaven finally opening its eyes.

In truth, he was merely someone's lab rat...

Choi Sang-hwan had some real nerve. Being president in South Korea was like enforcing Prohibition in Russia, serving as an anti-drug cop in Mexico, dealing drugs in China, or evading taxes in America—he could definitely be labeled a little expert at courting death...