Chapter 1235: Chapter 388: Wen Xishu at the Bottom of Society (Part 2)
Wen Xishu was amused. This Barrier Jiang City couldn’t restrict Scorpio at all.
This time he chose A.
But A’s answer was pretty infuriating too.
Growing up in a wealthy environment made Jiang Zang’s name change; he was no longer called Jiang Zang, but Jiang Xiang.
The content was extremely disgusting, because Jiang Xiang was the child of a maid. The owner of the manor violated Jiang Xiang’s mother, and that eventually led to Jiang Xiang’s birth.
The environment he grew up in was full of twisted filth. Wen Xishu decisively withdrew again.
Using the power to retract his words, Wen Xishu picked A, C, and D...
Options A and D were also extremely nasty, even worse than the original C he’d removed. The viciousness of the environment was nothing compared to the distortion of the human heart.
Compared to a mother being abused and developing a grotesque self-enslaving mindset, or growing up in an orphanage facing a director with a special taste for children...
Obviously, growing up on a trash heap, living like an animal or a beast, was actually better.
In the end, Wen Xishu chose B.
B at least finally met his requirements.
A normal family, but the parents wanted their child to be a genius; anything the kid wanted to do was not allowed, he had to follow their demands perfectly.
The parents would stretch themselves to the limit to pay for expensive tutoring classes. They weren’t as extreme as Tang Rui’s parents, nor as indifferent as Charlie’s parents...
But that suffocating "I eat gruel and pickles all for you, how can you not work harder" feeling was no less.
To make the child obedient, everything was done through crushing, suppressive education.
The villain’s name also changed from Jiang Zang to Jiang Yaozu.
Soon it moved on to the settings for his later ages.
Using the Scorpion Knife’s rollback, Wen Xishu kept trying and failing, and finally managed to forge an existence with the following life experience—
Jiang Yaozu, who long-term received no love from his parents, had the idea implanted in his heart that only if he was good enough could he obtain love.
In middle school he fell for his English teacher, because the English teacher was very serious. At a parent–teacher meeting once, the English teacher praised Jiang Yaozu, but Jiang Yaozu’s father thought it still wasn’t good enough, so the teacher retorted, saying as long as a student was improving it was good, there was no need to compare.
This was the first recognition Jiang Yaozu had ever received in his life; the emotion he could never get from his parents, he got from his teacher.
But Jiang Yaozu was born ugly, and his sense of unworthiness was severe, which made him increasingly inferior, believing he was desecrating this teacher.
These complexes further twisted his temperament.
But that was exactly the kind of temperament Wen Xishu wanted. Although it was different from the "competition-tier simp" he’d initially been looking for, it at least had some value.
The rest of his life experience was all kinds of bullying: despised by his parents, despised by the woman he pursued bitterly but could never get; humiliated in the workplace, turning dark and twisted online, and at the end of his life realizing that no one loved him, that a person with no value didn’t deserve to live... so he began hunting elites, believing that as long as all high-value people were dead, the world would become normal.
But those experiences weren’t important.
The villain’s ideology—whether "I want to create a world where only so-and-so exists," or "I want to create an absolutely fair environment"... none of that was important.
Wen Xishu didn’t care in the slightest; he just wanted to run an experiment.
Even though every option left Wen Xishu somewhat dissatisfied and failed to produce the kind of villain he craved, he’d at least found an entry point.
Jiang Yaozu’s final traits: Formless. Shadow. Poverty Strike. Consumption Glory.
Wen Xishu had no idea what Poverty Strike and Consumption Glory meant...
But by the looks of it, this time his opponent was an assassin-type existence.
That was almost too good to be true, because assassin types were hard-countered by Wen Xishu.
For a being good at Stealth, Compass could directly lock onto his position.
As for the other abilities, they didn’t matter.
"Alright, creation complete," Wen Xishu said.
Tang Rui’s voice appeared in his mind:
"Is this enough?"
"This time... are we going to kill him? He’s already appeared in Jiangcheng’s rainy night. Are we going to arrest him now?"
Wen Xishu shook his head:
"I’ll go and get him under control. As for you, you need to handle something else."
...
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Night in Jiangcheng.
On a rainy night, the streets were always sparsely populated.
But in Jiangcheng’s office buildings, plenty of lights were still on.
The city’s white-collar workers were still grinding away in those office towers.
In a famous law firm in Jiangcheng, a lawyer had finally finished his work and felt fully confident about tomorrow’s hearing.
He glanced at the photo of his wife and child and felt a deep sense of contentment.
But just as he was about to go home and enjoy the hot meal his wife had left waiting for him late at night...
The lights in the firm suddenly flickered twice.
"You look pretty rich! People like you are the scum that make society unbalanced!"
"You rich scum!"
The fresh new urban legend, Jiang Yaozu, appeared.
The killer who specialized in hunting social elites suddenly showed up right behind the lawyer.
The rain had soaked Jiang Yaozu from head to toe, making him look like a down-and-out vagrant.
But precisely because of that, Jiang Yaozu looked even more terrifying.
Like someone who’d just crawled out of an abyss.
The lawyer was so frightened he kept backing away. He normally worked out and had built up some muscle, but in the face of an urban legend, he didn’t even have the courage to resist.
He could only see Jiang Yaozu’s body, like a mass of rotten mud, writhing and inching closer to him. He turned and bolted.
But he was still caught by Jiang Yaozu. Jiang Yaozu, now a mass of sludge, stretched out several arms, and those arms dug viciously into the lawyer’s body.
