The Vicious Cannon Fodder Doesn't Want to Die · chat.title

At two-thirty in the morning, Fu Xing sat in front of his computer, seething with rage. He had just published the latest chapter of *Redemption and the Abyss*, and the comments section blew up instantly. [Reader A: Author, is there something wrong with your head? What year is it, and you're still writing this kind of clichéd dog-blood plot? Vicious cannon fodder courts death and gets face-slapped, pure white-lotus shou melts the ice-mountain gong into a marriage alliance, crazy-dog villain commits suicide over unrequited love? I could write this plot with my toes!] [Reader B: Exactly. That vicious adopted son (who shares my name, no less) is an absolute moron. Insisting on picking fights with those psychos, he deserves to die without a corpse left whole. Dropped, dropped!] [Reader C: The author is completely out of ideas. The villain is written like an idiot, the shou is like a white lotus, refund my money!] Watching the barrage of ridicule flooding the screen, Fu Xing slammed his keyboard in fury: "What the fuck do you know?! This is a classic! Tropes win hearts! Who asked you to dictate what the hell I write?!" The more he typed, the more agitated he became. His chest tightened painfully, and his heart pounded so violently it felt ready to burst. Darkness suddenly swept over his vision, and his entire body tipped straight backward, crashing heavily onto the floor. Before his consciousness plunged into utter blackness, only one thought crossed his mind: *Fuck, I really got a heart attack from these damn readers.* ... *Splash!* A basin of ice-cold water drenched him from head to toe. Fu Xing snapped his eyes open. Deafening heavy metal music roared in his ears alongside coarse cursing: "Fu Xing, you fucking dare trash Master Shen's place? You got a death wish?!" [Ding—System binding successful. Current role: Vicious Cannon Fodder Fu Xing.] [Mission issued: Please immediately point at Shen Xiao's nose, curse him for being a mad dog, and slap him across the face. Countdown: 10 seconds. Failure will trigger electric shock punishment.] Fu Xing sucked in a sharp breath. He looked up, only to see Shen Xiao sitting sprawled aggressively on a leather sofa not far away. His black shirt hung open, and the old scar beneath his left eye radiated overwhelming menace as he stared at Fu Xing as if looking at a dead man. [Countdown: 3, 2, 1...] *Bzzzzt—!* A violent surge of electric current tore through him. Fu Xing let out a wretched scream, curling into a ball on the floor in agony. [Warning: Punishment concluded. If not executed immediately, electric shock will double.] Foaming at the mouth, Fu Xing was scared out of his wits. No, he couldn't die here! It was just following the plot, wasn't it? He'd do it, dammit! Scrambling and crawling up from the floor, he took a deep breath and charged toward Shen Xiao with suicidal resolve. The surrounding thugs drew their blades at once, but he paid them no heed. Rushing right in front of Shen Xiao, he pointed straight at his nose, squeezed his eyes shut, and screamed: "Y-you mad dog! You freakish mad dog!" The more he yelled, the more his courage crumbled. By the end, his voice cracked completely, sounding soft, pitiful, and entirely devoid of menace. Immediately after, he raised his right hand high and swung it toward Shen Xiao's face with everything he had. *Smack.* Because he was terrified down to his bones, his wrist went limp. When that palm landed on Shen Xiao's cold, hardened cheek, it didn't hurt in the slightest—it felt more like a kitten swatting at him. [Ding—Mission assessed as complete (barely).] Having done this, Fu Xing knew he was dead meat. His knees buckled, but instead of kneeling, he wrapped his arms around himself, backed away two paces, and feigned bravado: "I-I hit you! What are you gonna do about it?!" A dead silence fell over the private room. Shen Xiao remained motionless on the sofa. He brushed his fingers against the faint, negligible sting on his cheek, then looked at the useless wreck before him—eyes rimmed red with sheer terror, yet stubbornly trying to act fierce. The sinister malice in his eyes gradually morphed into a look reserved for someone whose brain had entirely rotted away. "You..." The corner of Shen Xiao's mouth twitched. Losing even the appetite to lose his temper, he let out a scoffing laugh. "Fu Xing, did you leave your fucking brain at home today?" <choice_group> <choice id="1">Fu Xing bites the bullet and keeps acting tough: "Cut the crap! Do whatever you want to me!"</choice> <choice id="2">The system issues another task</choice> <choice id="3">Shen Xiao stands up, his 192 cm frame looming over him with overwhelming pressure</choice> </choice_group>