“Stinking brat, we leave for two days and you bully your little sister? Look what you’ve done to her. You dare to smile?” Seeing Su Mo walk in, a handsome middle-aged man strode over and grabbed Su Mo by his ear.
“Dad, I’m not smiling!” Su Mo felt quite wronged.
“Eh? You’re not smiling? Let your mother have a look—you call this not smiling? Do you think beating up your little sister is very funny? Hm? Do you admit your wrongdoing?” The Su family’s father felt angrier the more he looked at him.
“No, I did nothing wrong.” Su Mo felt that he could be confident that justice was on his side. After all, it was Su Xiaojiu who had done wrong, and he had educated her.
“You don’t even acknowledge your wrongdoing? Are you going to admit it? Are you going to admit it now?” The Su family’s father became even angrier and began twisting his ear.
“Alright, alright, stop pulling. I’ll look bad if you pull my ear off.” Su Mo could only give in.
“If you know it’s wrong, why did you do it?” The Su family’s father had once been a soldier and still exercised regularly. Even at his age, he was quite strong.
“Dad, you’re too biased. You didn’t even ask me why I spanked her. Su Xiaojiu, are you itching for another beating?” Su Mo suddenly felt that he must be adopted.
Why was he being beaten while she was over there casually drinking soup?
“Also, Su Xiaojiu, even though you’ve picked up your bowl to hide your face, I can still see you smiling. You tattletale, I’ll show you the Su Family’s Demon King’s might someday.”
Su Mo was filled with grievances, but he had now poked a hornet’s nest.
Seeing that Su Mo dared to threaten his darling daughter right in front of him, the Su family’s father became completely enraged.
After giving Su Mo a good beating, the Su family’s father felt refreshed and said, “Alright, time to eat!”
This was the norm for the Su family. There were all bright and happy-go-lucky people, and even though they had debt hanging over them, they were still able to noisily fight happily.
Even though the Su family’s father’s business had failed, no one felt that he had troubled or burdened them.
“What’s wrong with livestreaming? It’s better than going out and being tricked by people. Look after Jiu’Er in the future and don’t let her suffer. If anything happens to her, I’ll beat you up,” the Su family’s father said as he ate.
Su Mo silently swallowed the bitter red braised pork, inwardly daring his father to be more biased.
“Don’t worry, dad, I’ve decided to become a game streamer,” Su Xiaojiu said cutely as she patted her chest.
“I’ll definitely make a lot of money.”
“Ai, there’s no need for you to earn money; there’s your father, mother, and brother. It’s enough if you’re happy.” The Su family’s father hugged his daughter, almost shedding tears over how much he cared about her.
“Isn’t Mo Mo playing the game as well? Go and help your little sister; don’t let others bully her.” The Su family’s mother was also teary.
When had their pampered little princess become so dependable?
“Don’t worry, dad and mum, I’ll look after Xiaojiu. If she’s disobedient, I’ll… I’ll tell you. Ahem.” Fortunately he stopped himself that time, or he would have been beaten again.
After eating dinner, Su Mo returned to his dormitory. There was not much room at home, and it was more comfortable sleeping in his dormitory.
He did not log onto the game again; he had done much today and used up most of his stamina in the game. Stamina was very important in New World; without enough stamina, one would not be able to do anything. If he wanted his stamina to be full tomorrow, he had to properly rest.
Midnight, within an apartment.
“Ahh!” A teenager leapt up from his bed and fell to the ground. However, he did not seem to notice the pain, and his bloodshot eyes continuously looked at his surroundings.
He rushed out of his room barefooted and only let out a breath when he saw the three people sitting in the living room.
An older woman and a younger woman hurriedly went over to him.
“Did you have another nightmare? Little Bo, you’re already at this age; you shouldn’t be scared so easily.”
The middle-aged man sighed and said, “You have a fever, go and rest.”
“Song Zhibo, what are you going crazy for? Didn’t you just die once in the game? Let’s not play this crappy game anymore,” the younger woman said as she wiped her tears.
“I saw you all, I saw you all being killed. I… I couldn’t do anything,” the teenager called Song Zhibo muttered.
As he spoke, his tears flowed.
During the day time, they had been happily fighting a Boss together as a family.
However, a few people had come over and did not even say anything before killing them.
It was quite common to kill others over Bosses, but it was the first time Song Zhibo had played a VR game. He had never had any conflict with others, and given that he had had a fever too, he collapsed when he saw his parents and older sister being killed.
The low fever became a high fever, and he seemed to have gone crazy.
His parents and older sister did not dare to sleep and sat in the living room; this was not the first time Song Zhibo had been woken by a nightmare like that.
“I should have protected you, I should have been like Iron Steed and chased those people away. I’m so useless, I’m a piece of trash. My classmates were right, I’m useless.”
No one was born with 8th grader syndrome; bullying often caused this, as it made teenagers imagine that they were powerful.
Adding on the fact that he had watched Su Mo easily repel the enemies with a smile the previous day, he felt that he was even more useless.
“Ai, boy, did something happen at school? Tell dad, dad will talk to the teachers at school.” Song Zhibo’s father felt a pain within his heart. He wanted to give his child the best, but he did not truly understand his son’s heart.
“Don’t go, dad, I’m already grown up. I can solve my own problems,” Song Zhibo shouted.
If he called his parents to resolve the conflict between him and other teenagers, how would he be able to show his face in the future?
“Go back to your bed and rest, you’re not allowed to play the game in the future. None of us will play,” Song Zhibo’s father said.
In this family, the mother was a mangaka, the father was a novelist, and the older sister was a designer. They were all self-employed and played games in their down time, which included New World.
They had all been killed in the game and did not have much of a reaction, but they didn’t think their son’s reaction would be this big.
“No, dad, I still want to play. Don’t you always say that you need to get up after falling? I, Song Zhibo…” the teenager shouted, “will become an overlord in New World!”
“Get the hell back to sleep!”
[Small Theater Number 001]
“Hello, I’m called Song Zhibo.”
“Hello, I’m called Fu Jiafeng.”
“My game ID is God Emperor.”
“My game ID is Eternal Sovereign.”
“I have a big sister.”
“I also have a big sister.”
“I want to protect my big sister.”
“I also want to protect my big sister.”
“I want to become powerful and become an overlord.”
“What a coincidence, I also want to become an overlord.”
“I know a person called Iron Steed. I want to be like him, no, I want to surpass him.”
“I also know a person, he’s called Su Mo. I want to make him kneel and beg for mercy.”