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Shen Qingqiu was not inherently evil. Most villains weren’t, and while he was certainly flawed and kind of an scary if you asked certain people, it was no more than the next moody peak lord that hated teaching brats could be.
He was just an asshole with terrible timing. Mostly.
What didn’t make sense was how he had died and ended up in this bizarre world. He had no idea what had happened to the original soul in this body, but considering he was recovering from the most intense food poisoning he had the misfortune of experiencing, he either had some serious enemies out there or things were far more dangerous in this world than he had initially thought. After all, no one would be so foolish as to eat rotten food and die right.....?
Of course not.
So here he was, posing as ‘Shen Yuan’, who had a lot going on at the moment- especially with him being in the care of some medical professionals in the most bland and off white building he’d had to suffer residing in. Most of these bizarre changes he could handle, he was the peak lord Shen Qingqiu after all.... but the complete loss of his cultivation brought a staggering blow to his energy levels, not to mention his pride. The absence of cultivation in others so far had eased his mind slightly, but this wasn’t something he was willing to let stand- he was irresponsibly weak!
The more he learned about the forms of communication and travel that were available, the more he was convinced there was at least a minor form of cultivation in this world, nothing else would make sense considering how powerless the basic human body was. This couldn’t be normal for anyone in his most humble opinion.
Suffice to say the surly man was at his wits end after a harrowing hospital visit and having to brace the public transit system. This would have been okay, a reasonable task to overcome even— ! He wasn’t dead after all, not technically considering his soul was still here and in tact. Except upon returning to his place of living he was accosted with an absolute nightmare. Binghe. Everywhere. The annoying brat that he’d barely paid enough mind to care about whether he had lived or died was plastered all over the walls of the living space, except instead of him appearing as a brat he looked like some kind of demon. Was this a curse? Was this hell? Was that a full sized pillow with a scantily clad Luo Binghe as a demon? Was this some demons twisted idea of a joke? He was ready to die again now.
“Congratulations! Congratulations! Congratulations!”
Shen Qingqiu quickly dropped the “Proud Immortal Demons Way” notebook he had gingerly picked up to inspect. Turning quickly to ensure the interloper did not catch him unguarded- only to find.... no one there?
The loud, chirpy voice rang out again, seemingly coming from thin air.
“This system apologizes for the delay! Initializing data for Happy House Husband Route! 1, 2, 3....!”
Shen Qingqiu promptly passed out.