Chapter 1

Who's Topping Whom? By Ba Ye Dang [Complete + Extras]

Synopsis:

Only after he died did Feng Yang learn that he was a despicable male supporting character. Everything he had suffered in life—being disfigured and burned, losing his family, having his future ruined, becoming a madman in the eyes of the world, and finally escaping on the way to the sanatorium, never to be seen again—had all stemmed from the revenge of the reborn male protagonist, who had returned after dying a gruesome death. Yet outside the story, no one knew that Feng Yang, disfigured and driven mad, had gained Yin-Yang Eyes between life and death. He had also acquired a vengeful ghost husband.

After being reborn, Feng Yang returned to a time before anything had begun. The male protagonist hadn't had the chance to hurt him, his family was still safe and sound, and the vengeful ghost was still alive.

Yin Li: "Why are you so good to me?"

Feng Yang: "I fell in love with you after you died."

Yin Li, who was living quite comfortably: "...Wouldn't it be better if I were alive?"

Feng Yang chuckled. "When you're alive, you're awkward and headstrong. You're not rounded out at all."

Yin Li: "...Are you trying to top me?"

[A few years later]

Feng Yang looked at Yin Li, who had nearly gotten himself killed because he was jealous of himself. "So which one of us is topping whom?"

Tags: Supernatural, Entertainment Industry, Rebirth, Mystery, Deduction

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[Have you ever seen a vengeful ghost's soul scatter?]

In the pitch-black night, light burst from a body like a grand, dazzling fireworks display. The blinding glow drew closer and closer, as if it would devour everything; scorching flames and waves of heat rushed toward him. Feng Yang suddenly opened his eyes, his dark pupils reddening from the smoke and heat before him.

"Feng Yang, I'll fight you to the death!" A voice brimming with hatred rang out beside him. A shadow threw itself at Feng Yang with all its strength, only to be hurled back by an invisible ring of light the instant it touched his body. It slammed into a prop cabinet leaning against the wall. Already tottering, the cabinet swayed under the force of the impact, then crashed down, pinning the shadow that had attacked Feng Yang beneath it. Su Nan's legs were struck by the cabinet, and he let out an instinctive scream. Yet his dark eyes remained fixed on Feng Yang, hatred and madness filling his delicate face.

Thick dust and heavy waves of heat and black smoke burst in every direction. Feng Yang felt his right palm grow warm. An invisible white light seeped out from it, forming a protective barrier around him that kept the smoke and heat firmly at bay.

Feng Yang lowered his head and stared intently at his right palm. A vengeful ghost talisman glowing white revolved clockwise in its center. Though it was merely unconscious soul power, it still protected Feng Yang with the utmost care, afraid he might suffer even the slightest harm.

Feng Yang felt the warmth in his palm, but what flashed before his eyes was the sight of the vengeful ghost's soul scattering, its soul power spraying in every direction through the night. The last scene in his memory was soul power scattering across the sky like a river of stars, rushing toward him and wrapping him in a cocoon of light.

"Feng Yang! Feng Yang! Why are you doing this to me? I'll kill you—"

[Feng Yang, I like you!]

The murmurs in his ear and the roars before him blended together. Feng Yang lowered his eyes and looked at the boy whose legs had been crushed beneath the prop cabinet. Then he glanced around at the thickening smoke—the walls deliberately smeared with fake blood and handprints, the terrifying ghost props covered in bloodstains, and the cries, screams, and calls for help echoing faintly from ahead. As long-sealed memories slowly resurfaced, Feng Yang furrowed his brow uncertainly. His gaze fell on the delicate boy's face, which looked somewhat familiar but was twisted by hatred. "You're... Su Nan?"

Had the vengeful ghost's soul power sent him back twenty years?

Twenty years ago, before anything had happened—and before the vengeful ghost had died!

Feng Yang's heart pounded. His parents', eldest brother's, and the vengeful ghost's faces flashed rapidly through his mind.

"Feng Yang!" The pain in Su Nan's legs, pinned beneath the prop cabinet, was excruciating, but he felt an even greater pain in his heart. He had given everything for Feng Yang, even losing his family for him. He couldn't understand why Feng Yang would treat him like this.

Even if Feng Yang really didn't like him anymore, he could have told him to his face. Why—why had he treated him that way? Why had he let that vicious woman hire someone to kill him?

"I'll kill you! Kill you!"

Feng Yang looked down at the boy pinned beneath the prop cabinet, unable to move, yet still wearing a vicious expression as he pounded the floor with his fists and shouted that he would kill him. He vaguely remembered that in his past life, Su Nan had also charged at him out of nowhere, determined to take him down with him and keep him inside the burning haunted house. In the end, Feng Yang had been left severely burned and disfigured, falling into a deep coma. His parents and eldest brother, along with Su Nan's parents, had all gotten into a car accident on their way to the hospital.

Before that, the two of them had been childhood friends who got along wonderfully. Su Nan had even secretly loved him for years, so Feng Yang had never understood why Su Nan had suddenly gone mad in his previous life.

"You want to kill me? What did I do to offend you?" Feng Yang raised an eyebrow slightly. Trusting in the vengeful ghost talisman's protection, he paid no heed to the heat and billowing smoke around him. He crouched in front of Su Nan and calmly pressed him for an answer.

In his past life, after finally waking from his coma only to discover that he had been disfigured and that his entire family had died in a car accident because they had been coming to visit him in the hospital, Feng Yang had confronted Su Nan, who had also narrowly escaped death. Unfortunately, Su Nan would rather die than tell him why. Feng Yang had been young then. Though he had hated Su Nan to the bone, he hadn't considered killing him. He had only beaten Su Nan up before disappearing from everyone's sight.

Reborn, Feng Yang was still curious about why Su Nan wanted to kill him, but he wasn't fixated on finding out. Seeing Su Nan glare at him with a twisted, hateful expression, his teeth clenched and refusing to say a word, Feng Yang lost interest. He stood up, no longer bothering with his enemy, who was bringing death upon himself. The instant he turned to leave, a warning stirred within him.

Somehow, Feng Yang knew that if he left today and let Su Nan die here, the Heavenly Dao would blame the vengeful ghost talisman for Su Nan's death. Then the talisman—what remained of the vengeful ghost, whose soul had already scattered and whose soul power was now without consciousness—would suffer heavenly retribution once more. This time, Feng Yang feared he wouldn't even be able to save the vengeful ghost's soul power.