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BOW DOWN TO THE MIGHTY ANCIENT FLUFF BALL? wow that name sucks

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Suddenly, the yard around me seemed to fade, the sunlight dimming. In its place, a suffocating darkness closed in, the sound of chains rattling in the still air. Cold metal bit into my wrists, and I could feel the damp stone floor beneath me. I was back there again. The smell of damp stone and iron filled my lungs, the faint drip of water echoing in the distance. The darkness seemed to press in from all sides, suffocating, unrelenting. My body ached—each bone, each muscle screaming in silent protest—but the worst pain wasn't physical. It was the crushing weight of betrayal. "Still alive, little brother?" Jun Shen's voice slithered through the darkness, sickly sweet, as if we were merely playing some twisted game. Maybe it was, maybe that's what I am to him, a play toy."How resilient of you. But tell me, how long do you think that will last?" His footsteps echoed, slow and deliberate, and my breath caught in my throat. The chains that bound my wrists trembled as I shifted, trying in vain to lift my head. I couldn't see him, but I could feel him—his presence a dark, looming shadow that filled the place, leaving no room for hope. "You've always been the weak one, Xuan Jie," he said, squatting down so his face was level with mine. I could feel his breath against my ear, his voice dripping with mockery. "A disgrace to the family name. You can't even protect yourself, much less live up to our father's legacy." I clenched my fists, though the chains barely allowed movement. I wanted to fight back, to scream at him, but my body refused to obey. I was too weak, too fucking weak to fight ."bloody hell" I cursed weakly.The ache in my limbs was nothing compared to the cold that had settled in my heart—the realization that the person I had looked up to, the brother I had admired, had betrayed me in the cruelest way imaginable. "I trusted you," I whispered, my voice barely more than a rasp. The words felt fragile, like they would shatter under the weight of his disdain. I hated myself for falling so low, for being so weak, so stupid to the point I trusted to devil himself. Jun Shen chuckled, a sound that sent a chill down my spine. "Trust? How naive you are, little brother. Trust is a weakness. It blinds you, makes you soft. That's why you've always been a disappointment to Father. You're too weak to survive in this world." I knew it wasn't a lie, I let father down so many times but he still cared and protected me leading him to his own demise . His words were like daggers, each one aimed with precision at the parts of me that still tried to hope. My vision blurred, and I couldn't tell if it was from the pain or from the tears I refused to let fall. Jun Shen rose, his silhouette towering over me. "Look at you now. Pathetic." His voice turned cold, the mockery replaced by something darker, more dangerous. "You should have known better than to think I'd ever see you as my equal. You're nothing but a stain on this family's honor." I felt the weight of his boot pressing down on my chest, pinning me to the floor. My body screamed in agony, but the pain was drowned out by the anger that roared to life within me. My brother—my blood—had reduced me to this. I had trusted him, and he had taken everything from me. "You..." My voice cracked, barely audible, but the fury behind it was real. "You'll regret this." Jun Shen's grip tightened around the chains that bound me, and he yanked them hard, sending fresh waves of pain coursing through my body. His smile never wavered. "Oh, little brother," he said softly, his voice dripping with mock affection. "The only thing I regret is not doing this sooner." For a moment, all I could feel was the crushing weight of his betrayal, the cold bite of the chains, the suffocating darkness of the cell. But somewhere, deep beneath the pain, something else stirred—something fierce, something unbreakable. A spark. The memory shattered, leaving me gasping for breath,
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Chapter 1 - Hahaha I'm alive

Jinyian hospital

2.00pm

Room 25b

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"Owww, what happened? Where am I?" The young boy, around fourteen years of age, groaned as he slowly opened his eyes. His vision was blurry, and everything around him was stark white. "Wait, am I... in heaven?

"Silence filled the room as the boy, with god-defying good looks, stared up at the ceiling in a daze. He was lost in thought, wondering why he seemed to be the only one in heaven. Where were the angels, the grand welcome, or at least a little banquet?

"I seriously thought there'd be some kind of celebration. But hey, heaven is still heaven! All those sacrifices weren't in vain—washing Jun Shen's school uniform, finally reading and studying to pass all of Li Mie's theory tests—it all paid off. I made it to heaven!"

He sighed contentedly, but then his nose twitched. "Why does heaven smell like disinfectant and medicine? And why are there syringes and shots here?

"Suddenly, the door creaked open, and an average-looking nurse with a vexed expression walked in.

Her eyes landed on the boy, who was still in a daze.

"Hey, twerp, Someone came to see you yesterday and left some food.

She said she'd be back tomorrow to check on you. Not sure why," the nurse grumbled, her cheeks reddening slightly as she took in his striking features.

"She's either dumb or very naive. You don't have an ability or any special skill. Some people are just... dumb.

"The nurse huffed, trying to suppress the blush on her face as she continued,

"I'll be back to give you your last check-up before you're discharged and stop making that stupid face,

it's ugly." With that, she quickly exited the room, clearly flustered.

"Wow, so it was all real," the boy murmured as memories started flooding back, reminding him of the events that led him here. A cold smile curled his lips. "I guess I'm not in heaven, am I?"

[HOST IS VERY WEIRD.]

"WHAT THE FUDGE—WHAT THE HAMBURGER IS GOING ON?"

He shot up, eyes wide in shock. "I think I've finally lost it. Is this the voice crazy people talk about? I thought it'd be more demonic, but it sounds... robotic. Whoa, it rhymes. I'm so awesome."

[SYSTEM ALSO THINKS HOST HAS LOST IT. HOST IS QUITE SAD AND PATHETIC. POOR HOST.]

"Excuse me, but how did you get in my head? And why are you calling me 'Host'?

No, wait—don't tell me you're a parasite! I've never heard of a demon beast that calls its prey a host."

[HOST HAS MANY PROBLEMS.]

[FIRST: HOST IS TOO POLITE.]

[SECOND: HOST IS TOO NAIVE.]

[THIRD, AND HOST'S BIGGEST PROBLEM: HOST IS WEIRD, SAD, LONELY, AND PATHETIC.]

"..."

[BUT DON'T WORRY, HOST. SYSTEM WILL TRAIN HOST TO BE A RUTHLESS OVERLORD.]

"Okay, this is very strange and crazy, but if you'll help me get stronger, then I don't mind having a voice in my head. But first, you've got to stop calling me 'Host'

"I don't like it. It's weird."

[HOST DOESN'T HAVE THE RIGHT TO CALL ANYTHING WEIRD.]

"Okay, but just stop calling me 'Host.'

[OVERLORD SYSTEM ACTIVATED.]

[PLEASE ENTER HOST'S NAME.]

He paused, thinking for a moment. "Hmm, how about... Ancient Fluff Ball?"

[ANALYZING STRENGTH OF NAME...]

[ANALYSIS COMPLETE: NAME STRENGTH—0.1%]

[THIS IS SAD, EVEN FOR YOU, FLUFF BALL. THIS SYSTEM IS EXTREMELY DISAPPOINTED.]

"Yep, I hear it now. Why did I think that was cool?"

[IT IS NOT YOUR FAULT, 'FLUFF BALL.' YOUR BRAIN CELLS MAY NOT BE COMPLETELY OR ACCURATELY PLACED.]

"Hey, at least I'm alive! That's something to be grateful for, I guess." He paused, realization dawning.

"Wait, I'm alive! Hahahaha, I'm alive!"

[THIS SYSTEM IS HAVING SECOND THOUGHTS ABOUT THIS HOST... FLUFF BALL.]

"Am I ever going to live this down?

"[NEVER. NOW GO TO BED, 'FLUFFBALL.']

The boy, mentally exhausted, collapsed back onto the bed, finally giving in to sleep.

Despite everything, he had managed to stay conscious this long. Tomorrow would bring new challenges, but for now, the young, handsome, and slightly dim-witted lad drifted off, not knowing what awaited him next.