Great, It's the Pervy Neighbor. We're Doomed

Arthur's ancestors were considered nobility, but during the French Revolution.

When the French emperor at the time—Louis XVI—was sent to the guillotine.

His ancestors' noble status, property, and power all vanished into smoke, and from then on, his family became ordinary people.

Therefore, he held himself in high regard, believing he was a descendant of nobility with the blood of French aristocrats flowing through his veins.

Yet, a descendant of French nobility had his woman taken away by a black man he deeply despised.

Later, he joined a civilian organization called the "French Mutual Help Association."

On the surface, it was about mutual assistance, but in reality, it was filled with people like Arthur—those who had their girlfriends stolen by Africans and Asians.

They had only one goal.

To take fierce revenge.

Not only against those who stole their girlfriends but also against their girlfriends themselves.

Those Africans and Asians weren't good people, and neither were their girlfriends.

Of course, the revenge wasn't that brutal; the bottom line was not harming anyone's life.

After all, if someone died, it would invite no small amount of trouble.

For example, Arthur's first revenge mission.

He targeted someone in their Mutual Help Association who, like him, had his girlfriend taken by an African man.

The revenge went like this: The black man and his girlfriend worked at the same factory.

Members of the Mutual Help Association also got jobs at that factory.

They found opportunities to make the black man constantly screw up at work.

They deliberately provoked the black man into getting into fights with others.

In short, their goal was to completely wreck the work and lives of both the black man and his girlfriend.

No matter the operation, funding was a necessity.

As the saying goes, before the army marches, supplies must be prepared first.

The members of this Mutual Help Association.

As you can imagine, they were people who had their girlfriends stolen by black men, cuckolded, and felt helpless—so helpless they had to join this organization. Most were ordinary French white men.

Therefore, not working properly and spending both time and money on revenge operations.

This led to insufficient funds.

Despite the lack of funds, these people were already addicted, relentlessly pursuing revenge.

When people do things that make them happy, their bodies release dopamine.

When these people carried out their revenge operations, the amount of dopamine their bodies secreted was probably comparable to rolling in bed with a beautiful woman.

In other words, others are addicted to sex; they are addicted to this.

They can't quit.

Arthur was exactly like that.

Already obsessed with revenge operations.

Making his already broke life even more broke.

And so, when he was troubled by this, a French agreement signer approached him and sent him to the French Alice Apartment to earn some funds.

Arthur had already spent 8 rounds in the French Alice Apartment—8 weeks.

A total of 56 days.

Both France and Germany used the euro as their currency.

In the French Alice Apartment, staying one day earned 10,000 euros.

Equivalent to 80,000 Chinese yuan.

In other words, staying one day in the Alice Apartment in these developed countries like France earned more than one entire round in the Hua Country Alice Apartment.

Each Alice Apartment paid according to the local average wage.

So, Arthur, in the first 4 rounds: 280,000 euros.

In the last 4 rounds, through a special live stream, an extra 10,000 euros per day: 560,000 euros.

A total of 840,000 euros for 8 rounds.

That was 6,720,000 Chinese yuan.

No matter where that figure was, for an ordinary person, it could be called a massive fortune.

But he turned all that money into funding.

Channeled into revenge operations.

To the point where he had to satisfy his needs as a man with his own hands instead of calling a pretty girl for room service.

He lay in bed with his eyes closed for over ten minutes.

Suddenly, his stomach growled.

He checked the time; it was already past six in the evening.

So, he got up, got dressed, and prepared to go out to find some food.

Special Live Stream, live stream room.

The entire process of Arthur serving as captain was broadcast live, though the key parts were blocked by mysterious mosaics.

Still, it couldn't stop people's imaginations.

Mi—American Captain: [This Arthur is pretty impressive—well, I mean his thick skin. Because ever since I first started watching Far Neighbor live stream games, I haven't seen many people serving as captains. He's one of them, and he lasted a long time too.]

Maple-White Supremacy: [He's survived 8 rounds, so he should have made quite a bit of money. Why is he still serving as captain himself? Just taking out a little would be enough to call for some special service.]

De—Long Live Prussia: [Maybe he's unfamiliar with the area, or maybe he's more cautious. He'd rather take care of it himself than cause unnecessary trouble. What if calling for special service this one time gets him caught? Of course, maybe he's just stingy and doesn't want to spend the money. But no matter what, he's still more reliable than that black man, Tabo.]

A French person couldn't help but chime in: [It's not what you think. It's because he spent all the money he earned.]

Then, other French people recounted what had happened to Arthur.

That is, the matter about that organization.

Hua—I am the Hero: [Damn, he's gone off the deep end? Earning money through hard work but not spending it on himself, instead donating it all to the organization's operation funds...]

Arthur's story not only shocked I am the Hero but also many foreigners who didn't know him.

Another French person said: [Either way, it's spending money. Whether he spends it on himself or others, as long as he spends it happily. Arthur is certainly happy spending it; I've never seen him regret it.]

At that moment, Arthur, the subject of discussion among the live stream viewers, had already left the Napoleon Hotel.

Standing outside the hotel, he opened his eyes, looked left and right, and chose to walk down the middle path straight ahead.

Arthur was quite thin.

This was natural.

Because his digestive system wasn't good.

So his thinness looked somewhat abnormal.

Still, despite that, his body was decent enough—at least compared to ordinary people, he wasn't lacking.

He was currently walking through the neon-lit streets, hands in his pockets, facing the cold evening wind of Germany.

Just then, a blonde, blue-eyed white man was walking straight toward him from the opposite direction.

Even though Arthur was a man, he had to admit that the white man approaching him was really damn handsome.

The kind who could easily debut as an actor.

So much so that Arthur, a grown man, was momentarily dazed by the sight and ended up bumping into the white man.

The handsome white man had a cup of coffee in his hand, and the collision caused more than half of it to spill.

Arthur quickly apologized and offered to pay for the spilled coffee.

But the handsome white man just smiled kindly and said his coffee wasn't much to begin with, no need for compensation, then walked away.

"Damn it. Handsome and good-tempered. Forget women, even I, a man, can develop a fondness for him."

"And his voice is so nice and gentle too."

Arthur, of course, was ordinary-looking, plus he had congenital stomach issues that made it hard to absorb nutrients, so he looked skinny.

He certainly wasn't good-looking.

So he really envied these men with advantageous appearances.

Handsome guys, if they just have one outstanding trait, they can easily attract people...