Chapter 153 The End of the Seventh World

Chapter 153: End of World 7

“Daddy!” Le Ziyou called out, but it was Chen Zui who felt the shame. He was truly defeated by Le Ziyou, never expecting him to utter such a brazen and provocative address.

“Ao Tian?”

“Present.”

Chen Zui: “Please disable audio perception. Re-enable it tomorrow.”

He glanced at the dazed Le Ziyou, feeling the need to protect his image, even though Le Ziyou was unaware of Ao Tian’s existence.

Ao Tian: “Understood.”

Ao Tian’s tone turned serious: “Before I shut down, I have something to say.”

Chen Zui dragged the belt across Le Ziyou’s Adam’s apple: “What is it?”

Ao Tian: “I heard him call you Daddy, hahahaha—”

Amid Ao Tian’s laughter, Chen Zui heard the confirmation in his mind: *Audio perception disabled.*

Chen Zui: …

He truly had no way to handle Le Ziyou, nor Ao Tian. How had Chen Zui fallen to such a state? Lost in thought, he lowered his head, leaning close to Le Ziyou, who was tilting his head back, and bit his lip.

The kiss was fierce and aggressive, while the belt in his hand continued to tighten.

Le Ziyou was swept away by the kiss, dizzy from the increasing suffocation, and then, in that state… he came.

Chen Zui glanced at the little one, shaking and sobbing, looking quite pitiful.

The hand holding the belt pressed against Le Ziyou’s neck, his thumb resting on Le Ziyou’s carotid artery—a place where he could feel the pulse, a spot where, as a mercenary, he could end his life.

Though ashamed, Chen Zui’s dead, emotionless eyes, filled with deathly stillness, radiated dominance as if his true self had taken over. He whispered sinisterly into Le Ziyou’s ear, still immersed in the aftermath:

“Can’t even hold back from this, you pathetic thing.”

As he spoke, he released one hand and smacked his ass, causing it to tremble and shed a few more tears—this time, the tears were clear.

Chen Zui narrowed his eyes slightly.

Realizing what had happened, he chuckled, a playful smirk curling his lips as he turned to kiss and nibble Le Ziyou’s cheek. The hand that had been on Le Ziyou’s neck now gripped and twisted his face.

He whispered softly: “Can’t even hold your pee? Is the back just as loose, huh?”

Le Ziyou opened his tear-filled eyes and looked at Chen Zui, whose face was cold and expressionless. *Damn, this contrast is turning me on:* “No, it’s not.”

Especially since Chen Zui’s tone was flat and his voice sinister, so no matter how harsh his words were, they never sounded greasy.

He grabbed Chen Zui’s hand, which had just struck him, and moved it: “If you don’t believe me, try it yourself.”

Teasingly and playfully: “I’ll squeeze you to death.”

Chen Zui’s pitch-black eyes seemed to darken further. He grabbed Le Ziyou by the chin, holding him in place, and laid into him with a brutal kiss again. Le Ziyou responded passionately, as if trying to kiss him to death.

While Le Ziyou was still kissing back dazedly, Chen Zui was already prepared. He decided to put it to the test and see if Le Ziyou could really squeeze him to death.

Of course, he already knew the answer—after all, he’d been taken by that tight heat before.

Le Ziyou gradually couldn’t focus on the kiss. It was so cold—icy enough to give him goosebumps. It was like a huge ice pop, and it just shoved inside.

But—

Le Ziyou’s eyes blazed with determination. He was going to melt this huge ice pop!

He was gung-ho.

So much so that Chen Zui, who was bracing for him to adapt, saw Le Ziyou already starting to “work him” eagerly.

Chen Zui looked at the reddened skin from his strike…

His enthusiasm made it hard to tell who was on top.

Chen Zui’s hand gripped him.

Le Ziyou turned to look at him, his eyes glazed with tears, and opened his mouth: “Daddy, am I good…?”

“Change how you address me,” Chen Zui interrupted him.

Le Ziyou thought for a moment and asked tentatively: “Master?”

Chen Zui: …

This time, Chen Zui didn’t kiss him fiercely—instead, he slammed into him fiercely.

Le Ziyou nearly fell forward but was caught by Chen Zui. Still, he didn’t forget to speak: “Thank you, Master.”

“Master, please teach me a lesson!”

Chen Zui reached out and covered Le Ziyou’s mouth: “No talking.”

Le Ziyou batted his eyes innocently, but soon the blinking grew faster and faster. Even without Chen Zui covering his mouth, he could no longer form words—only drool soaked Chen Zui’s hand.

—

—

“Whew—finally done.” The pink baby octopus collapsed in exhaustion. This was Ao Tian’s digital avatar.

Its tentacles twitched. Having eight tentacles was great—it made typing code twice as fast.

Now that Chen Zui was busy, it had nothing to do, so it headed back to the agency to wander around and discuss the next world with the supervisors.

As the pink baby octopus was strolling along, it suddenly got bumped into by a small rabbit.

Ao Tian used the suckers on its tentacles to stop itself from rolling and lifted one tentacle to rub where it hurt while looking at the other party.

“Who’s there?”

Since everyone in the agency was a colleague, Ao Tian didn’t say anything harsh.

It saw the small rabbit that had also just gotten up—a stranger—unfamiliar.

It approached: “You new here?”

Ao Tian: “Call me ‘Big Brother Ao Tian,’ and I’ll forgive you.”

996 originally intended to apologize, but upon hearing the name, it stared. No wonder this octopus seemed so familiar—it was using the avatar from Chen Zui’s post-apocalyptic world.

Although it had joined the Dark Transmigration Bureau, when it came to Ao Tian...

Ao Tian: "I'm an A-grade system, calling me 'brother'—you won't regret it. I can even give you some pointers."

The fair, fluffy 996 walked toward Ao Tian. As it approached, one of its little rabbit legs suddenly extended, landing squarely on one of Ao Tian's tentacles and deliberately grinding it.

The pain made Ao Tian's other tentacles curl up.

After stomping, 996 immediately darted off, its rabbit legs kicking off the ground as it dashed far away.

Ao Tian watched the escaping rabbit, gritting his teeth in anger. It actually dared to deliberately step on him and then run away!

Seven tentacles lashed out at once, wrapping tightly around the rabbit's arms, legs, and neck, dragging it back firmly.

Restrained on the ground, 996 found itself staring into the Baby Octopus's round head. Then, the tip of a tentacle appeared and slapped its face without mercy.

Ao Tian: "You're asking for it."

—

Chen Zui was also teaching someone a lesson, reducing the person to either cries or pleas for mercy.

A pair of hands that had been tightly gripping Chen Zui's arms suddenly loosened, and Chen Zui was sprayed with virgin piss.

But clearly, virgin piss had no effect on ghosts. Chen Zui was completely unaffected.

He met eyes with Le Ziyou.

Le Ziyou suddenly let out a shriek, covering his face with his hands. *Ah!!! So embarrassing!!!*

Chen Zui chuckled.

It was rare to see him feeling shy.

He picked him up and carried him off to clean up.

—

The window was pushed open, and the night breeze blew in, bringing fresh air.

Le Ziyou was curled up in Chen Zui's arms, lazily resting his head against Chen Zui's chest, not even wanting to lift a finger.

"Why didn't the virgin piss work on you?"

"You, a 25-year-old virgin?"

"That's too much."

Chen Zui's words made Le Ziyou puff out his cheeks. He lightly punched Chen Zui's chest, then lifted his head, resting his chin on Chen Zui's chest as he gazed at him with wide, earnest eyes.

Chen Zui smoothed down his tousled hair: "What's wrong?"

Le Ziyou: "Why didn't you let me see you at first?"

"Afraid you’d fall in love with me."

"After all, I’m that handsome."

Le Ziyou: *Damn, he actually couldn't argue with that.*

He happily leaned in and gave Chen Zui a loud kiss.

"Who has such a handsome boyfriend?"

"My boyfriend~" he boasted.

He plopped down on top of Chen Zui, cupping his face while nuzzling and rubbing his face, his two little legs kicking leisurely in the air.

"How did you become a ghost? How old are you this year? Oh my god! You’re not a centenarian, are you? Then I should’ve called you grandpa earlier."

"Hello, grandpa! Grandpa gets social security, hahaha—"

Chen Zui pinched his chatterbox mouth, but Le Ziyou parted his lips to dodge away, then nipped playfully then kissed Chen Zui’s hand a couple of times, looking completely head over heels for him.

"Just teasing," he added softly. "You don’t have to answer if you don’t want to."

Le Ziyou wanted to understand Chen Zui better but was afraid the topic might be too heavy for him, so he deliberately tried to keep it light.

He rested his head back on Chen Zui’s chest.

Chen Zui pinched his soft earlobe. "I was a mercenary, ambushed and gunned down by rivals," he said flatly.

He said it calmly, as if it were something from several lifetimes back.

Le Ziyou’s head jerked up, completely caught off guard, and he stared wide-eyed at Chen Zui.

In those eyes, Chen Zui saw what seemed like palpable heartache—heartache for him.

He looked about to cry.

For a regular guy like Le Ziyou, mercenaries and guns were things that only existed on TV.

He slowly laid his head back down, holding Chen Zui tightly, unable to imagine being gunned down, driven to a dead end—especially since Chen Zui still looked so young.

"Did it hurt a lot?" he murmured.

Chen Zui could hardly remember anymore. He was used to pain, and when your body is shutting down, the sensation of pain seems to fade.

"It’s all in the past."

Le Ziyou secretly wiped his tears, swearing to himself to treat Chen Zui even better, to give him his all.

Chen Zui patted him. "Go to sleep," he said gently.

For Chen Zui, the *how* didn’t matter—only the outcome did.

Just like completing a mission: everything in between was irrelevant; what mattered was whether the mission succeeded in the end.

He was accustomed to this way of thinking.

It allowed him to overlook many, many injustices that had happened to him.

——

The sun was shining brightly as Le Ziyou took Chen Zui to the hospital to visit his grandmother.

The old lady took one look at him and said, "Honey, you're in a good mood today."

Le Ziyou shot a smiling glance at Chen Zui by the window: "I'll be in a good mood from now on."

Auntie Zhang teased, "Oh, did you fall in love?" she said.

Le Ziyou blushed, turning bashful: "No."

He wished he could admit it—otherwise, Grandma would definitely want to meet Chen Zui. Although Chen Zui could choose to let others see him.

Even though Chen Zui was handsome, he had an eerie, ghost-like aura that made him seem not quite alive.

Grandma and Auntie Zhang would surely ask what he did for a living, and all sorts of other questions.

It couldn't be helped, he thought.

He could only respond like that.

After spending the day keeping his grandmother company, the two left hand in hand.

Standing at the back of the elevator, Le Ziyou looked at the people in the elevator, then looked up at Chen Zui beside him and secretly kissed his chin—after all, no one else could see Chen Zui.

He quickly lowered his head after the kiss.

Chen Zui looked down and saw Le Ziyou smirking to himself.

So silly of him.

He wrapped his arm around him, pulling him even closer.

A black umbrella shielded them from the scorching sun as Le Ziyou skipped happily: "Chen Zui, I'm so happy right now."

He bounced back to Chen Zui’s side and began walking backward facing him so he could keep looking at Chen Zui.

"Want to be even happier?"

Chen Zui lit a cigarette and blew a cloud of rose-scented smoke toward Le Ziyou as he asked.

Le Ziyou sniffed it secretly, in disbelief: "It can be even better?"

Chen Zui glanced at a man approaching from behind Le Ziyou, pulled him close, and said, "Of course."

"Then I want it! I want to be happier and happier with you!"

Le Ziyou raised his arms and wrapped them around Chen Zui’s neck. The man who had just passed by gave him a strange look, probably thinking he was nuts.

Curious, Le Ziyou asked, "So how do we get happier?"

Chen Zui replied, "You’ll become a real Celestial Master."

Le Ziyou was confused: "But I don’t have any actual abilities—I can’t even see ghosts."

"You have me."

Le Ziyou stopped walking. Though it was just three words, in that moment, Le Ziyou felt he could do anything he wanted—and succeed.

Because he had Chen Zui.

Chen Zui was his greatest, most unshakable confidence.

"From now on, you can truly help people get rid of ghosts and solve their problems. You’ll handle dealing with people; I’ll handle the ghost side. Mi Jin will assist you as your helper."

Chen Zui took the cigarette from his mouth and put it to Le Ziyou’s lips, letting him taste his flavor.

"Master Le."

"Please guide me."