Chapter 3: Am I the Chosen One?!

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"Xiao Chang, are you alright? Where does it hurt? Tell your sister quickly!"

A fine layer of sweat appeared on Fang Yajun's snow-white face.

Her beautiful eyes were filled with heartache and anxiety.

Feeling Fang Yajun's warm, jade-like hand gently stroking his face, Fang Chang snapped out of his daze and grabbed that hand.

Then he took a step back.

"Fang...cough cough...Sister, I'm fine, really fine, I just woke up and I'm a little disoriented."

Fang Chang quickly pushed Fang Yajun towards the door.

"Sister, wait for me a moment, I'll be right out after I get dressed, you wait for me in the living room!"

With a bang, the door was slammed shut by Fang Chang.

At this moment, he had no time to admire Fang Yajun's stunning beauty; he pushed her out the door.

Because as his memories gradually cleared, he realized things were serious!

He rushed to the mirror and stared at the pale-faced, handsome young man reflected within.

"I transmigrated, and all I got was this pathetic cheat code?!"

The mirror reflected not only Fang Chang's image but also a string of illusory words.

Name: Fang Chang

Fate: Adopted son of a scheming woman, minor villain, constantly humiliated by those who pretend to be weak, a target of feigned weakness, attracting hatred, difficult to kill…

The mother planet will care for every child who leaves home.

This was something Fang Chang had read in online novels. Countless transmigrators would receive a gift from their mother planet—a cheat code—allowing them to wreak havoc in another world and do whatever they wanted!

And him?

He only got an eye, and this eye was useless; it seemed to only allow him to see the fate of others.

Upon closer inspection, his fate—humiliated by those who pretend to be weak, a minor villain, adopted son of a scheming woman, attracting hatred—this fate was a death knell!

Only the last one, "Difficult to Kill," is somewhat conceivable, but "Difficult to Kill" doesn't mean he's incapable!

What are his special skills? He's tone-deaf, skips around when reading, can't memorize poems and prose, and becoming a plagiarist after transmigrating is a dead end.

What about business? He knows nothing about stocks, scientific research, or farming, and this isn't ancient times; it's a modern society.

A complete waste!

If he really had great abilities, wouldn't he have been successful in his previous life?

Fang Chang has a very clear understanding of himself: besides his looks, he has nothing. But are his looks useful?

And speaking of looks (he's nowhere near as good-looking as you readers! Far inferior!)

He just saw Fang Yajun's entry and almost blinded himself.

Name: Fang Yajun

Destiny: Daughter of Heaven, Business Queen, Exceptionally Talented, Parents of Two Kings, Peerless Beauty…

Look at her entry! And look at myself!

Are we even in the same league?

"No! I have to go!!!"

Fang Chang shouted, trying to escape!

Because he had discovered something. As his memories resurfaced, he learned that his parents had a son—his adopted older brother!

His brother had been missing for so many years because he had been kidnapped and taken to the mountains.

Just as he came down the mountain, Fang Chang coincidentally encountered him and learned the man's true identity from the jade pendant hanging around his neck.

Fang family's biological son, Fang Fan!

Heaven knows, anyone with "Fan" in their name is anything but ordinary!

And he came down from the mountain! Most importantly, he has a crooked smile—isn't that terrifying?!

When Fang Chang discovered Fang Fan's identity, not only did he not acknowledge him, but he also repeatedly harassed Fang Fan, trying to drive him up the mountain.

He even sent his cronies to their deaths.

Now Fang Fan hasn't acknowledged the Fang family yet. When they do…

Fang Chang shuddered at the thought.

If things proceeded normally, this scheming adopted son would start "using his powers," constantly employing manipulative tactics to make things difficult for Fang Fan.

And Fang Fan, at first, would endure it, since he has that crooked smile.

He endured it all, Fang Chang continued to humiliate him, until finally the truth was revealed, Fang Chang was kicked out of the Fang family, his legs broken, forced to beg!

Fang Chang had even come up with a script.

The problem is, he thought this was some kind of regret-filled story from a fictional world—a tale of two young masters!

No one had ever told him that the real young master was also a chosen one with a crooked smile!

Would he really have a chance to beg for food then?

A useless cheat ability that only allows him to look around, with no system shop or system rewards, plus himself, a useless transmigrator—besides his looks, what else could he possibly be good at…?

Would whistling count?!

He could whistle a whole song.

Could he whistle to cheer his older brother up when he gets beaten up?

“No! Absolutely not! I have to go!!!”

Fang Chang turned around and started packing his luggage. As the young master of the Fang family, he had plenty of good stuff!

He packed all sorts of luxury goods and gorgeous clothes into his suitcase.

He had made up his mind.

After leaving, he would live under an assumed name, be a rich but useless person in this world, and live out his life in a daze. This real and fake young master script—whoever wants to play it can play it!

Anyway, he's out of luck!

With the stats in his destiny chart, plus his IQ of 1.15926 to 1.15927, there's no way he could be a mastermind!

"A big gold watch? Hehe... I'm rich..."

*Slap!*

Fang Chang had just revealed a lewd smile when he slapped himself, instantly sobering up.

"Damn it, is this the time to be grinning like an idiot? Run! Run! This place is definitely not safe any longer!"

"Mom and Dad, Sister, don't worry, you're all reunited, I'll be fine! I'm going to run away first, the world is vast, never to be seen again!"

Fang Chang packed his luggage, grabbed his suitcase, and quietly opened the door, planning a lightning-fast escape!

He had already planned it out: once he went out, he'd say he was going to throw all this stuff away, take out the trash, and then take a taxi!

With his IQ, this was the only plan he could come up with.

"It's okay, I need to stay calm! I can't let them notice anything amiss!"

Fang Chang told himself this as he went downstairs.

He dragged his suitcase downstairs.

Thud!

The suitcase fell to the ground.

"Xiao Chang!"

A middle-aged man greeted him with a broad smile, "You've come at the right time. See who he is?"

Fang Chang felt a sudden tightness in his chest, his limbs stiffening.

The living room was bustling with activity. Mr. and Mrs. Fang, along with Fang Yajun, were all present, except for their second sister who was abroad.

Most importantly, a handsome young man was also there.

The young man was staring coldly at Fang Chang.

Who else could it be but Fang Fan?

“Xiao Chang?!”

Fang Yajun noticed the problem and quickly stepped forward. Seeing the suitcase lying on the floor, she anxiously exclaimed, “What are you doing? I told you before, even if Fang Fan comes back, you’re still my brother!”

Mr. and Mrs. Fang, hearing Fang Yajun’s words, also rushed forward anxiously, leaving Fang Fan standing there, unattended.

Looking at Fang Fan’s increasingly cold face, Fang Chang shivered and sniffed.

He stared blankly at the three people in front of him and said, “If I said I was going to take out the trash, would you believe me?”