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Shen Yuan had died in a fiery ball of anger, yet found himself further incensed at where he ended up.
It wasn’t enough for Proud Immortal Demon Way, that trash-fire of a stallion novel, to have been created. There were the multiple copycats, much trashier than the original with sub-par, brain-dead protagonists and even more ridiculous papapa plots, not a single hint of world building to be found. But even more horrifying: the fanfiction.
Those who dared to write fanfiction for PIDW never bothered to fill in the multitudes of plot holes, nor did they focus on the actually interesting bits of the story. It was majority papapa! The type of papapa that not even that shitty author, Airplane Shooting Towards The Shy, ever dared to write about. If it wasn’t papapa, then it was yet another revenge story to further spit on that scum villain, Shen Qingqiu’s name, each one coming out with more gruesome yet satisfying outcomes for that disgusting character, much worse than his original fate of being a human stick.
Shen Yuan had initially been quite gleeful at such stories, but now, he couldn’t help but shake his fists towards the sky, cursing his luck and the existence of fanfiction.
He remembered dying from sheer rage, cursing that shitty author to his last dying breath. He remembered feeling enraged enough to come back and haunt Airplane Shooting Towards The Sky until his miserable last days on earth. He remembered some weird voice reminiscent of Google Translate saying a bunch of nonsense, and floating in a weird void before being thrusted into consciousness.
[Role: ‘Shen Qingqiu’. Story: Proud Immortal Monster Way! Please enjoy your stay! ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) ( ๑>ᴗ<๑ ) ]
Proud Immortal Monster Way was one of the more popular fanfictions that spawned even more iterations of utter nonsense. It was a Frankenstein AU for PIDW, with Shen Qingqiu as Victor Frankenstein and Luo Binghe as the Creature. He had treated poor Binghe as his servant, thinking him an unsettling looking, bumbling idiot before abandoning him to the cruelty of humans. It would have been great if it had been a revenge story (deleting the very end of the original story’s conclusion, of course) but the writer decided to scrap all of the potential it had and wrote some of the worst papapa to have ever been created! Shen Yuan’s eyes had almost rolled away from his skull when he binge read the entire thing heard about it on the forums.
Now here he was, hand outstretched to a contraption, the lever having been turned on in the middle of the thundering night. Lightning flashed outside, lighting the lowly illuminated room as electricity rushed from metal rods spanning the entirety of the room. It quickly hit something placed right in the middle, the most prominent feature of the room besides the machinery found on the north wall.
Once, twice, electricity pulsed into the body, making it move from the sheer amount of power, attempting to start his heart.
The body, exceedingly tall, said to have been crafted from the most beautiful limbs and the best facial features.
A third bolt of electricity hit the body, and the room immediately goes dark.
Shen Qingqiu slowly approached the stretcher, not even daring to breathe. A white sheet covered the stretcher, the only distinguishing feature of the body was the long and perfectly curly hair that flowed down the edges of the metal stretcher. Those beautiful curls were swaying ever so slowly, the only movement to be seen in the dark room.
He waited, and took a deep breath before waiting once more for Binghe to wake up. Some time passed before it slowly dawned on him that Luo Binghe wasn’t going to wake up at all.
Shen Qingqiu fell to his knees in shock, not feeling any pain on his knees from hitting the rough stone. He couldn’t believe he fucked up before even fully settling into his new life. Binghe had awoken right after the third bolt, yet he wasn’t even twitching anymore. Electricity was no longer flowing through the metal rods, and the machine had a confusing amount of levers. It was impossible for him to attempt reanimating Luo Binghe on his lonesome.
As his head drooped, a creak cut through the storm outside.
The stretcher was groaning, the sheet was moving. The body turned, and immediately fell to the floor with a loud thump. A soft groan soon followed the thump, and the sheet covering the body was thrown to the side by a long muscled arm.
Shen Qingqiu immediately hurried over, fussing over the person on the floor. He checked Binghe’s head for any bumps, carefully patting his head before proceeding to pet him and assure him, “You’re okay,” he said in a soothing voice.
Another flash of lightning flashed and illuminated the room. Shen Qingqiu glimpsed a pair of beautifully deep brown eyes containing a reddish hue, surrounded by long, fluttering eyelashes. His hair surrounded him as if it were a halo, highlighting his handsome face.
As Shen Qingqiu’s gaze drifted lower, he realized Luo Binghe was butt-naked, heavenly pillar in plain sight, and shrieked as he scrambled about, trying to find robes that fit him.
Original goods, you actual scum, why didn’t you dress him in any clothing?!
With a set of fresh robes quickly placed on, Shen Qingqiu encouraged Luo Binghe to stand up and walk, carefully holding on to his arms.
“Good boy,” Shen Qingqiu praised Binghe as he took a shaky step.
Poor Binghe, being a new human meant he didn’t know anything at all. He couldn’t even speak properly! Original goods had been a horrible Shizun, may he rot in pain wherever he is!
Seeing Binghe bravely walking, blindly trusting Shen Qingqiu like a babe to take care of him touched his heart. Resolutely, Shen Qingqiu decided to be a decent and proper caretaker. He’d show that scum villain how to be a Shizun.