Chapter 406: The Reincarnator's Script Has A Fatal Bug
A stream of golden text materialized in Shen Anyu's mind, clear and sharp as a divine edict.
[Name: Long Hao]
[Age: 22]
[Background: "Trash Fiancé? Counterattack to Become the God of Investment!" Child of Destiny. In his previous life, he fell from a martial arts genius to a good-for-nothing and was tragically, publicly repudiated by his fiancée, Su Hongmian. Long Hao was devastated, becoming listless. He spent his days playing games, watching videos, and dabbling in traditional crafts until his unexpected death.]
[Reborn in this life, he awakened the Investment Return System and was filled with renewed vigor. Investing in stocks? New energy? Bitcoin? Artificial intelligence? No, no, no. If he was going to invest, he would do so like Lü Buwei, an investor in people! He would become the angel investor for the Sons of Destiny destined to dominate the future, reaping endless returns and becoming the true God of Investment.]
[Motto: "Su Hongmian, you broke off the engagement in your previous life. In this life, I, Long Hao, have been reborn and will surely make you regret it immensely…"]
[Cultivation: Post-Heaven Stage Three]
[Ability: Investment Return System!]
[Personality: Listless before rebirth; vigorous, extremely confident, and arrogant after awakening the system.]
[Items: An ancient jade pendant…]
[Associated Heroines: Huangfu Xian, Su Hongmian]
[Destiny Value: 10,000,000+ (Starts with ten million destiny value, extremely high growth potential)]
[Warning! Warning! Warning! This Child of Destiny has traces of time travel on him; he is a Reincarnator!]
[(System Note: Rebirth in this book is divided into three types: Rebirth in a single novel world; Rebirth in a comprehensive novel world where Shen Anyu has not awakened; Rebirth in a comprehensive novel world where Shen Anyu has awakened. Long Hao is the second type, reborn from a comprehensive novel world where Shen Anyu had not awakened.)]
'A Reborn Child of Destiny?'
A flicker of genuine surprise crossed Shen Anyu's mind. This was a new and far more dangerous variable. A protagonist armed with future knowledge was, in many ways, more troublesome than a master of divination like Chen Tianji. A prophet doesn't just predict the future; they hold the entire script, knowing every character's rise and fall, every hidden opportunity, and every fatal weakness.
The Long Hao standing before him, armed with both a cheat-like Investment System and memories of a future timeline, possessed a potential that was truly terrifying. If allowed to mature, he could build an empire of influence by investing in future powerhouses, creating a network so vast and powerful that even someone like Ye Linyuan would be crushed beneath its weight.
Shen Anyu activated his Tianji Observation Technique. For a fleeting moment, the world's mundane colors washed away, replaced by the vibrant, swirling energies of fate. A faint golden light shimmered in the depths of his pupils as he focused his gaze on Long Hao.
What he saw was staggering.
Above Long Hao's head, a maelstrom of golden-purple qi, the very essence of wealth and nobility, churned like a royal canopy. It was thick, opulent, and shrouded in a mist that promised a future of immeasurable riches. Intertwined with this magnificent aura were massive pillars of verdant green light, surging with such vitality that they practically screamed of longevity, promising a lifespan far exceeding a hundred years.
This was, without a doubt, the most astonishing fortune Shen Anyu had ever witnessed since acquiring the technique. Not even his seven celestial Senior Sisters, nor the formidable Child of Destiny Ye Linyuan who carried the remnant soul of a Land Immortal, could boast such a prodigious display of luck.
However, as Shen Anyu's gaze sharpened, he noticed a discordant element tainting the perfect tapestry. Weaving through the glorious golden-purple and vibrant green were insidious wisps of a sickly, parasitic green. They were thin and subtle, yet they clung tenaciously to the brilliant aura, slowly but surely twisting themselves into the unmistakable, humiliating shape of a hat perched right atop Long Hao's destiny.
A cold, razor-sharp smile touched Shen Anyu's lips. Without breaking his gaze, he tightened the arm wrapped around Su Hongmian's impossibly slender waist, pulling her even closer against his side until her soft curves were pressed firmly against him. It was a simple, possessive gesture, yet it was as loud as a declaration of war.
The system's notifications chimed instantly, a display of his enemy's anguish.
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao's jealousy flared, plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! Child of Destiny Long Hao was incredulous, plundering +9999 Destiny Value!]
[Ding! …]
At this moment, Long Hao's mind was a battlefield of warring emotions. Envy, jealousy, and a towering rage fought for dominance, but they were all dwarfed by a single, overwhelming wave of shock and utter disbelief.
How could this be? How could Su Hongmian, the ice queen, the arrogant peacock who treated all men like dirt beneath her designer heels, be so... docile?
He watched, his eyes wide with incomprehension, as she nestled into this stranger's embrace. The imperious, delicate face he remembered so vividly—the face that had looked down on him with such contempt—was now alight with a sweetness and joy he had never imagined possible. It was a look of pure, unadulterated happiness. It was a look that should have been directed at him, one day, after he had conquered the world and forced her to her knees in regret.
'Who the hell is this Brother Shen?' The name echoed in his mind, a jarring, alien sound.
Long Hao frantically scoured his memories, his mind racing through the events of his past life with desperate speed. He searched every conversation, every rumor, every society event he could recall involving Su Hongmian. There was nothing. No "Brother Shen," no handsome stranger, no one who had ever managed to breach her walls of ice.
This was wrong. This was all wrong.
His memory of the past timeline was flawless, etched into his soul by a lifetime of humiliation. He remembered a "Goddess Doctor" Xia Liu, a pathetic simp who had trailed after Su Hongmian like a lost puppy, bowing and scraping for the slightest crumb of her attention. But even that fool was kept at a firm distance.
Then, not long after Su Hongmian had publicly ripped his life apart by breaking their engagement, that same Xia Liu had been unceremoniously cut down by the Sword God, Ye Linyuan, for the crime of shamelessly harassing Ye Linyuan's Third Senior Sister, the renowned doctor Murong Jieyu.
Long Hao remembered that day with painful clarity. It was exactly half a month after his own public disgrace. Ye Linyuan had single-handedly fought three Heavenly Human experts from the Martial God Hall, breaking through to the Heavenly Human realm mid-battle. His victory was absolute, earning him the title of "Sword God" and sending shockwaves through the entire Yanxia Martial Arts World.
He could still hear his father, Dragon Qing, sighing with a mixture of awe and disappointment. "A son should be like Ye Linyuan!" Those words had been like daggers in his already broken spirit, leaving him, a martial arts cripple, to wallow in depression for months.
'I remember it all so clearly,' he thought, his fists clenching so tightly his knuckles turned white. 'Xia Liu was an idiot who got himself killed. And Su Hongmian... even two and a half years later, right before I died, she was still single. She and her adoptive mother, Su Wanqing, were building a business empire. The media was already calling her the future Business Empress of Modu.'
His thoughts spun into a vortex of confusion and panic. 'None of this happened in my previous life. How can she have a boyfriend? Is this the butterfly effect? But I was only reborn yesterday! She and this pretty boy... they look like they've known each other for a long time. What the hell is going on?'
Long Hao's expression shifted erratically from stormy gloom to pale confusion. For the first time since his rebirth, a chilling sensation crept over him—the feeling of losing control. He, a reincarnator with a god-tier system, was supposed to be the master of this new life. The world was his chessboard, and every person a pawn to be moved at his will. Su Hongmian was meant to be the first piece he put in her place, a monument to his inevitable triumph, a lesson in regret that would echo for eternity.
But now, on the very first move, an unknown player had appeared on the board and captured his queen.
He had to find out what went wrong. He had to fix the script.
As Long Hao's mind reeled, his father, Dragon Qing, finally broke the heavy silence. His face was a thundercloud of fury as he stared at Su Wanqing, his voice low and dangerous.
"Madam Su, I believe I am owed an explanation!"
Su Wanqing met his glare with a grace that belied the tension in the room. A bitter, apologetic smile touched her lips.
"Mr. Long, it is just as you see," she said, her voice soft but firm. "Mianmian has already found a boyfriend she loves, and I… I wholeheartedly approve of him."
She took a small, deliberate breath before continuing. "Times have changed. The era of arranged marriages is behind us; we believe in the freedom to love. Therefore, the engagement between my Mianmian and your son, Long Hao… let us dissolve it here today."
She gestured slightly towards a nearby table where a briefcase sat. "Of course, in this matter, we are the party breaching the contract first. As compensation, I will offer one hundred million yuan. I hope Mr. Long and young master Long Hao can find it in their hearts to forgive us."
The offer hung in the air, a final, polite nail in the coffin of their families' alliance.
Dragon Qing's face darkened to a shade of granite. The temperature in the room seemed to drop several degrees. "My Long Family of Sichuan does not lack for a hundred million," he said, each word bitten off and spat out with cold fury. "The engagement is dissolved. So be it!"
He spun on his heel, grabbing his son's arm in an iron grip. "Hao'er, we are leaving!"
"Dad, wait! Dad…" Long Hao flailed, trying to pull free. He couldn't leave yet. He still needed to understand. He needed to confront this "Brother Shen" and find the flaw in reality.
"Have you not been embarrassed enough?" Dragon Qing hissed, his voice a low growl of pure rage as he forcefully dragged a protesting Long Hao out of the room.
Su Wanqing watched them go, a helpless and sorrowful expression on her elegant oval face. The decades-long friendship between the Su and Long families was now officially shattered. But she could not, and would not, sacrifice her daughter's lifelong happiness for the sake of an old alliance.
Shen Anyu narrowed his eyes, his gaze following the departing figures of Long Hao and his father. He didn't move to stop them, a thoughtful, calculating glint in his eyes as he processed the encounter.
"Long Hao," he murmured, his voice too low for anyone but Su Hongmian to hear. "Something about him… is not quite right."
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