Chapter 1

"Today has been a great harvest!"

Beifang sighed from the bottom of his heart.

At this moment, he was walking home with a large bag of books, a smile that he couldn't suppress on his face.

These are all my treasures.

So, the passersby around him saw a young man, about 1.7 meters tall, wearing a Northern Sauce T-shirt, walking and laughing non-stop.

Well... caring for the intellectually challenged, starting with me.

Intellectually challenged... no, Beifang, male, a shut-in, currently working in S City. Just now, he had returned from attending a comic convention held in his city.

For this comic convention, Beifang saved up every month, setting aside necessary living expenses, and accumulated for over a year. He then spent all of it on this convention, and the spoils were the 40 mysterious books in the bag he was carrying.

This will be enough to keep me entertained for a while!

Thinking about this, Beifang couldn't help but feel a bit smug, and even his walk seemed a bit lighter.

"That guy over there... the one wearing the Northern Sauce T-shirt!"

Huh... calling me?

Beifang stopped and looked around. Then he saw an old man with a white beard waving at him from under a pedestrian bridge not far away.

In front of the old man with the white beard was a long table, and next to the table was a sign that read, "Your glory and wealth are in my hands, my life and death are in the hands of heaven."

So, he's a fortune teller!

Beifang suddenly understood, but then became furious. What the heck, do I look like someone who believes in superstitions? If I wanted to, I could call the police to take you away. You know, these days fortune telling also needs to follow the law!

But...

Beifang thought for a moment and decided to go over and take a look.

It's fine to just take a look; as long as I don't pay, I want to see how he plays this.

With this thought, Beifang walked to the old man's stall, sat down on the chair provided for customers, placed his treasures at his feet, and glanced at the old man with a smile.

"Hey, fortune teller, you know Northern Sauce too? Impressive!"

"Hehe, it's just that my grandson likes it. I've just been influenced by him," the old man said, slowly stroking his beard, his face calm.

"So, why did you stop me?" Beifang asked impatiently, slightly regretting his decision.

Why did I have to come over? It would have been better to pretend I didn't see him. I'm still waiting to go home and read my books!

"The old man has been waiting here for three days, and finally, I've met you, my destined visitor."

Seeing Beifang's obvious impatience, the old man didn't beat around the bush and directly explained why he had stopped Beifang.

Hey!

Beifang laughed when he heard the old man's words.

Isn't this just the usual opening trick of a scammer? Do they really think I'm a naive fool?

Beifang didn't expose him but smiled and said, "Are you going to say that my forehead is dark, and I'm likely to have a big chest?"

"The old man needs to see your palm to make a judgment."

The old man didn't get angry but calmly sat down and said.

Seeing that the old man wasn't falling for it, Beifang became a bit interested.

Alright, let's see the palm reading!

I want to see what else you can come up with.

Beifang, with a playful attitude, stretched out his right hand and placed it on the table, raising an eyebrow to signal the old man to proceed.

"Go ahead."

"Not the right hand..." The old man shook his head and pointed to Beifang's left hand, saying, "Remember, for men, it's the left hand, and for women, it's the right. So, I need to see your left hand."

Hearing this, Beifang retracted his right hand and extended his left, placing it on the table, and asked,

"Although I know the tradition of 'left for men, right for women' has been passed down since ancient times, isn't it now about gender equality? Are you still clinging to the idea of male superiority and female inferiority?"

"Of course not." The old man took Beifang's left hand and examined it carefully, explaining, "Since ancient times, a man's right hand has been too full of killing intent!"

Beifang was taken aback.

Killing intent... there's such a saying?

Staring at his right hand for a long time, a sudden realization hit him, and he sighed, "Impressive! You're indeed a seasoned veteran."

"I never drive a car." The old man put down Beifang's left hand and looked at him with a serious expression, his eyes making Beifang feel like he was looking at a dead person.

Beifang was startled by this look, quickly pulled back his left hand, and hugged both hands in front of his chest, saying, "Can you please not look at me like that? It's scary!"

"You have a sign of great misfortune!"

"Sure, I have a sign of a big chest!" Beifang pouted, feeling disappointed.

I knew he wouldn't come up with anything new. He's just trying to scare me to death and then say he can resolve it, but it will cost some incense money.

Too naive!

Standing up, he fished out ten yuan from his pocket and threw it on the table. Beifang bent down to pick up the bag of books and turned to leave without looking back.

"Here's ten yuan for your service. You should go home and take care of your grandson. The service level is a bit low, so I won't call the police this time."

The old man with the white beard shook his head slightly, took down the sign, and rolled it up. As he packed up his stall, he watched Beifang's figure getting farther and farther away, muttering, "I am known as the Iron-Mouthed Little Vajra. Not listening to the words of the elders, the young people these days... are definitely doomed."

Back home, Beifang had already forgotten about the old man with the white beard. His mind was filled with thoughts of reading his books, books, books—because it was important, he repeated it three times.

Because he worked alone in a different place, Beifang shared a small apartment with a friend. Today, he had taken a day off to attend the comic convention, so he was the only one at home.

Locking the door, Beifang quickly took off his pants and threw them on the ground. He held a roll of toilet paper in his left hand and the bag of books in his right, then sat down on the bed.

Hehehe!

Now it's my time!

Beifang excitedly opened the bag and took out a beautifully illustrated color book. He spread the book on the bed, slowly turned the pages with his left hand, and began to work with his right hand.

You can imagine the scene.

As the sky outside gradually darkened, Beifang was still "charging" himself in the room. The bed and floor were littered with used toilet paper, and the books he had read were scattered around.

Here it comes! Here it comes!

Beifang's right hand sped up, then suddenly stopped. He felt a surge of excitement, followed by a shiver running through his body, and a wave of pleasure exploded from the bottom of his spine, spreading throughout his body.

Ah... so comfortable!

Beifang closed his eyes, savoring the most wonderful moment in the world.

It felt like his body had been drained.

After a brief period of heavy breathing, as the excitement subsided, Beifang felt a sense of emptiness and fatigue, clearly entering the "sage time."

When he came to his senses, seeing the mess of toilet paper on the floor, Beifang thought it was best to clean up, as it was getting late and his friend would be back soon.

Just as he stood up, before he could start picking up the toilet paper, Beifang heard a dull thud in his head, and the room began to spin.

Huh... what's happening?

Before Beifang could think more, his body fell straight to the floor. As he fell into darkness, his last thought was...

Damn, did I really die from this?

Sure enough, excessive indulgence leads to destruction!

After an unknown amount of time, Beifang slowly woke up. Opening his eyes slightly, the bright sunlight forced him to raise his hand to shield his eyes.

After adjusting to the sunlight, Beifang opened his eyes and looked around. This look left him completely baffled.

Where am I?

Beifang found himself lying in a large pit on an open space by a stream. The surroundings were filled with tall, sturdy trees, like sharp swords piercing the sky. Sunlight filtered through the gaps in the leaves, casting bright spots on the ground like precious gems. The stream nearby made a gurgling sound, and a gentle breeze carried the scent of earth and flowers.

Clearly, this was a forest, a paradise for animals. Branches intertwined, leaves overlapped, and there were no roads or signs of human habitation.

This is a primeval forest.

Realizing this, Beifang was instantly panicked.

Logically, I should be in my room or in the hospital, not lying in a primeval forest!

Time machine, I need to find a time machine!

Beifang hurriedly got up, but before he could stand, he felt the ground tremble, and he fell to the ground again, closing his eyes in fear.

Boom!

Beifang heard a loud boom, but the expected pain didn't come. Instead, he felt like he had landed on something soft.

Opening his eyes cautiously, he saw nothing but dirt. To his surprise, he had created a large pit where he fell.

When did I become so heavy?

Feeling something was wrong, Beifang crawled to the stream, leaving a trail like a trench behind him.

The stream in the primeval forest was exceptionally clear, and Beifang saw a face that was not unfamiliar.

His hair, as white as snow, fell behind his head, and his eyes, a deep crimson, were set in a delicate and youthful face. Beifang, in disbelief, stretched out his hands, and instead of his rough, large hands, he saw a pair of small, tender hands, which seemed to emit a faint milk scent.

Looking at his reflection in the stream, Beifang slowly placed his hands on his face, his body in a shouting pose:

"Damn! I've turned into Northern Sauce!"

I've started a new story, this time a light-hearted one...