MTL - Lay Flowers To Plato - Chapter 25

“I’m sure we’ve all had that weird kid in our class.”“You know, the one everyone avoids like the plague.”“The moron who always comes to school with messy black hair, torn-up clothes, and so many bruises on their body it looks like they were mauled by a bear.”“I know that kid well—”“Because I’m him.”[DING!][YOU HAVE AWAKENED YOUR BLACKSMITH SYSTEM]“Blacksmith system? What the fuck is that?”It’s the power to forge.The power to create weapons that can split the heavens themselves.Weapons that can challenge gods, rewrite fate, and reduce galaxies to dust.Weapons that can cut through time and space.With the Blacksmith System… you have the power of creation.Do you accept?[Y/N]

When Sang Qianqian, the eldest lady of the Sang family, was eighteen years old, she fell in love with Shen Hanyu at first sight.

“Shen Hanyu, I like you.”

“But I don’t like you.”

Shen Hanyu spoke ruthlessly, every word was sonorous, “Not now, and not in the future.”

In a fit of rage, the eldest miss planned to teach Shen Hanyu a lesson.

However, he found out that Shen Hanyu might be a tyrannical and cruel boss in the future, and he would also cause the destruction of the Sang family?

Sang Qian slipped away: She can’t afford to like the boss, so “death escape” is the best policy.

Shen Hanyu once hated Sang Qianqian, but after she left, his obsession was almost crazy.

Sang Qianqian, who has fled far away from home, lived a happy life.

One day, I suddenly heard that Shen Han, a big business man, dug her cemetery like crazy, looking for her everywhere.

Sang Qianqian felt alarm bells in her heart, and she was about to run away when she packed up.

As a result, when the door was opened, Mr. Shen stood outside the door with a dark face, gritted his teeth: “Run, you continue to run.”

Sang Qianqian thought carefully, since she can’t escape, why not try to influence the boss?

As a result, the probation failed, and he put himself in.

Years later.

Sang Qianqian, who found out that she had been deceived, left the divorce agreement in front of Shen Hanyu: “I want a divorce!”

Shen Hanyu wrapped the man in his arms and lowered his head to cover the girl’s lips.

After a long time, he asked in a hoarse voice, “Are you still leaving?”

Sang Qianqian was dizzy at the kiss: “No, we won’t leave…”

“That’s called husband.”

“Old, husband…”

Shen Hanyu nodded with satisfaction: “Well, good.”

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(Third Person Limited PoV.)Betrayed by his fiancée, mocked by his siblings, and disowned by his family—that was Lev’s fate.Even when he regained memories of his life on Earth, where he realized that his world was strikingly similar to his favorite novel, it still didn’t help him change anything.How could it be?Because the protagonist of the story had already achieved his happy ending—gaining a beautiful wife and living a blissful life. Meanwhile, the world continued to move forward.What do people usually do with a novel that has ended? They tend to stop caring about the world within it, even if it falls into ruin, especially if the novel isn’t particularly popular.The world Lev Razanov lived in shared a similar fate—it was destroyed.[Hero’s System successfully installed.][Critical condition detected.][Do you wish to return to the past?]Lev was given a chance to return to a time when the story of his favorite novel had just begun.Although he was destined to become an extra villain—a pawn of the pawns serving the real villain, he vowed to end the lives of anyone who had caused him suffering: his siblings, his fiancée, the main character, or anyone else.[Hero’s System inherits your desire from your life on Earth—the desire to do good.]“Who said killing your enemies is an evil act?”

My name is Yan, and since I was a child, I’ve been able to see some strange things.For example—In elementary school, our new neighbor Aunt Tan had a pair of all-around genius twins, who were like the “precious little geniuses” with halos above their heads. They could recite the English-Chinese dictionary backwards at three, master both Chinese and Western musical instruments by five, and hack into a country’s database by seven…Growing up next to such prodigies, my life was inhumane, tragic, and constantly subjected to comparisons.To escape the comparisons with these “other people’s children,” I specifically applied to a private boarding school for middle school.On my first day, my deskmate was a small, thin girl with bangs, wearing an old uniform, and her voice was as faint as a mosquito’s.Three months later, she woke up from a nap with a “rebirth” halo above her head.She moved effortlessly among the cold academic genius, the wolf-like school bully, the fierce boss, and the gentle childhood friend, leaving me, a lonely onlooker, utterly amazed.By university, I thought I had finally escaped this abnormal world.But as soon as I stepped into my dorm room, my footsteps froze.My roommates each had halos like “ancient times to modern,” “post-apocalyptic superhuman,” “will die if not spending money,” and “ghost king revival.”I clutched my little blanket and applied to the counselor for a room change, but to no avail.Over time, I gradually got used to it. “Handover systems,” “management systems,” “book transmigration,” “infinite worlds,” “three-and-a-half-year-olds,” “interstellar live streams,” “red envelope groups”…The types of halos kept increasing, and I was able to calmly ignore all of it, focusing on my own life.Every morning, I skillfully helped my “ancient to modern” roommate, who was being blacklisted online, dodge campus paparazzi and secure seats for class.At noon, I assisted my tycoon roommate in distributing today’s haul of luxury skincare and designer bags, tasting the city’s top private chef’s custom lunchbox, and exclaiming with emotion, “Darling, can I really accept these?”In the evening, I enjoyed the flowers and plants cultivated by my superhuman roommate on the balcony, tasting a mutated cherry tomato and commenting, “I feel refreshed and purified.”Late at night, when my ghost king roommate quietly climbed back through the window, I peeked out to ask, “You’re back a bit late today, didn’t bring anything back, did you?”My name is Yan, and I am not the protagonist of this world.