As expected of a skilled head teacher, his chalk throwing skills are directly proportional to the number of wrinkles on his face eroded by time. Su Jue raised his head with some innocence and met the teacher's stern eyes. He tried to find a tolerant look in those cloudy eyes, but he failed. So he could only stand up and stand as straight as possible, so that his eyes could look down at the students around him at a 45-degree angle. This made him look not like the only student in the class who was being punished, but rather like a general inspecting his soldiers. No matter what, you must have enough momentum. After successfully picking out Su Jue, the "troublemaker", the head teacher nodded with satisfaction and continued to write and draw on the blackboard, "Next, we will talk about "Postpartum Care for Sows"..." Attending class from a unique perspective, Su Jue saw many scenes that he could not see in normal days. Leaning against the wall, a classmate whose weight is heading towards 180 pounds is secretly stuffing snacks into his mouth, while the classmate sitting in the back seat can only drool with greed. The young man leaning against the window was looking out, thinking about the sadness that was common to his age - oh, it turned out that he was looking at the female classmates who were in physical education class. The student closest to the podium was actually playing with his mobile phone on the table openly. It seems that he has mastered the high-end anti-reconnaissance awareness of "being in the dark under the lamp" and will surely become a great man in the future. Life is just like this.
However, compared to real dishes, these desserts are still too shabby. With a smile on his lips, Su Jue closed his eyes. When he opened them again, everything was dark. The three-ring mark of black and white was slowly outlined, accompanied by the distant howl of a wolf. New actors have arrived. The wooden doll began to sway, and transparent silk threads began to entangle it. "Welcome to the Theater of Domination!" …… The biting cold wind blew past his ears, like the sound of a girl crying. Su Jue's vision gradually became clear, and the ground approaching at a very fast speed rushed towards him without any preparation. hum~ Transparent silk threads shot out quickly and tightly hung on the protruding structure on the outer wall of the floor. The taut silk thread pulled at his body, almost cutting him into several pieces. After his body was completely hung, Su Jue's heart was still pounding. He stared at the ground less than ten meters away from him with wide eyes. If he was one second late, he would have been the first Herrscher to be killed by the fall. It seems that the Ruler of Domination is still a high-risk profession. Su Jue is somewhat glad that the three people before him did not choose to summon him in such an extreme way. "Who are you?" A girl's voice, hoarse from long periods of crying, rang out in his mind. Su Jue ignored her and slowly used the dominant silk thread to pull himself back to a safe place from a high altitude. Finally, after climbing onto an air conditioner, he breathed a sigh of relief. Jump off the building. The simplest and most direct way to end his life, looking up, the height is close to 20 floors, and the falling time is estimated to be three or four seconds. It is probably during these few seconds that the host's hatred and fear finally reached a critical point, triggering the mark left by Su Jue. "Why can't I move?" The girl's voice came again. Su Jue frowned and decided to mute her. Regardless, if you want to gain control over the host, you must first understand why they become extreme. A thousand kinds of sorrow, a thousand kinds of despair, a thousand kinds of madness, a thousand kinds of curses, wanting to be destroyed, wanting to be imprisoned, wanting to be dominated.
This is the origin of the birth of the Thousand Herrschers. But for Su Jue, if this model is followed, what will eventually emerge is just a mob. They all have their own demands and desires, and what connects them is just the ability of the Ruler of Domination. In order to avoid repeating the mistakes in the game, Su Jue resolutely decided to monopolize the power of a thousand Herrschers. The price, of course, was that he had to experience the sorrow and despair of a thousand people. Let me know your needs and desires. The price is that you will be controlled by me. Chapter 1 Happy Home "Okay, now that we've finished our lines, it's time to get down to business." Su Jue was a little embarrassed. In fact, he didn't like such a childish remark, but under the influence of the Honkai Will, every Herrscher would more or less develop the habit of saying weird things. Clinging to the air conditioner, Su Jue looked around from a high place and found that there were few people here and few pedestrians on the road. And the host chose the back of a tall building. If she jumped down like this, people might not find her body in a short time. It was obvious that she had carefully chosen the location for jumping off the building. Someone who is suddenly depressed would never deliberately choose a place to end her life. The only possibility is that she has had the idea of suicide countless times. This is understandable. The mark of domination will only react to those who are in despair. If there is no other choice, who doesn't want to live? The cold wind blew across Su Jue's body. The air conditioner unit under his feet shook uneasily, and a creaking sound came from the tripod bracket. The silk thread continued to spread, carrying Su Jue slowly to the ground. The floor-to-ceiling windows downstairs were spotlessly clean. The girl's reflection walked out of it and met Su Jue's eyes. A very ordinary girl, with heavy eyebrows drooping at the corners of her eyes, and a pair of lifeless pupils in her slightly swollen eye sockets. There was a bruise on her arm, and she didn't know if it was caused by her own injury or some other reason. She was dressed very tightly, with a black mid-length sleeve that almost completely covered her upper body, leaving only bruises on her forearms. She was wearing loose sports pants that reached her ankles, with no visible curves in her figure. What is she running away from? Su Jue guessed that she chose to commit suicide because of her disability, but when he found the student ID from her pocket, he realized that this might not be the case. The girl is actually very pretty. Although the photo on her student ID card looks childish, her delicate face is adorned with a hint of melancholy, and one can tell at first glance that she is a real beauty. Student card? If I remember correctly, I have to go to school today. At this moment, the sun was approaching the west. Su Jue was in the first class of the afternoon, and judging from the sun here, the time difference between the two places was about an hour. This time period was not the end of school, unless she had not been to school from the beginning. Yes, how could a person who wants to commit suicide still want to go to school? In fact, the most direct way is to ask the girl herself, but her mood was obviously not right just now. If Su Jue did not cut off her contact, she would probably fight with Su Jue for control of her body. Jumping from a height of 10 to meters, less than meters from the ground, any loss of control would lead to tragedy. After her microphone was muted, the girl's tense spirit slowly relaxed and her consciousness gradually fell into a deep sleep. She had no place to ask questions even if she wanted to. Ding-- There was a message notification sound in his pocket, and Su Jue took out an old mobile phone, which looked like it was a model from several years ago. There was a crack on the screen, and a piece of transparent tape was stuck on it. "Bring back a bottle of vinegar after school."
There was no salutation, no signature, the girl didn't even have any notes, just a phone number. Is it her family? But if it was a family member, how could they not even know that their own child did not go to school? After looking through the messages on his phone, Su Jue was surprised to find a hidden text message. "The fee for the draft has been transferred to your account. It's 5000 yuan. Keep up the good work, Xiaolei. It's amazing that you can get such an excellent draft at your age." Remarks[edit] After discovering this hidden message, Su Jue searched in the same way and soon found the message that the girl had specially collected. "Xiaolei is awesome..." "Xiaolei, the painting is really good..." Without exception, these text messages were all sent by editors, containing words of encouragement to the girls. Other than that, the only messages from the number above were meaningless messages like "bring a bottle of soy sauce" and "bring a bag of salt". Fortunately, although the girl’s mobile phone was of a retro style, it still had a built-in map with a marked location of her home on the map. Su Jue breathed a sigh of relief and no longer had to sleep in the open. Following the route marked on the map, Su Jue arrived at the door of a private house. The door was closed. He searched his body but couldn't find the key. As a last resort, he could only knock on the door. When no one answered, he knocked again. With a creak, the door opened and the old lady with wrinkles on her face glanced at him without saying a word. Su Jue felt a little embarrassed, as if he had found the wrong door. He stood at the door and was about to say something when the old lady's voice came from inside the house. "What are you doing standing at the door? You're just a money loser." The embarrassment on Su Jue's face gradually disappeared, and a dark emotion spread in her heart, which was the girl's instinctive resistance. The house is not big, with two bedrooms and a living room. There is a bed in the living room and a printed mattress hanging by the window, with some stains of unknown origin on it. After opening the door for Su Jue, the old lady ignored him and washed dishes alone in the kitchen. He didn't say much and observed the layout of the room. There is a TV in the living room and several cardboard boxes under the coffee table. Inside the boxes are a bunch of toys, but they are all covered with dust. It seems that they have not been taken out since they were put away. There was a label on the box with "Xiaobao's Toy Box" written crookedly. It doesn't seem that bad? You can't really treat your child with bad intentions by buying him so many toys. There is a painting hanging on the wall, a child's sketch with all kinds of abstract art displayed in the chaotic horizontal and vertical lines. Thinking of the message he received on his phone, Su Jue guessed that this might be the original owner's childhood work. After all, a single painting could be worth about 5k, so the level should not be bad. It was not until he straightened the upside-down photo frame on the table and saw the photo of a family of five that he realized that his perception seemed to be wrong.
The little boy in the photo was smiling brightly, with his father, mother and grandmother all surrounding him, while the girl on the other side only had half of her body exposed, with a large black ink stain on her face covered with a black oil pen. There were no black areas, but Su Jue frowned at the ugly words written by the child in a crooked manner. Then the painting on the wall and the toys in the box... "What are you standing there for? Those are Xiaobao's toys, don't touch them." After washing the dishes, the old lady looked at Su Jue standing in a daze in the living room and said angrily, "Go wash your brother's clothes." Chapter 2 Happy Family His brows furrowed even more tightly. Was this old lady a little biased towards boys? Su Jue looked at the layout of the room again. The old lady slept in the living room, my parents slept in the second bedroom, and the most spacious master bedroom was reserved for the only son in the family. As for the girl? Su Jue opened the curtains of the balcony and saw the small room separated by the curtains. She finally understood where she should sleep. The balcony and Xiaobao's bedroom are separated by only a curtain, so he has to pass through his bedroom every time he goes in and out, while the bathroom is on the other side of the living room. This layout would give a designer a brain congestion. "Didn't you hear me? I told you to wash clothes. How are you going to take care of your brother in the future if you're so lazy?" The noisy voice lingered in his ears, and the stench from not taking a bath for a long time kept drifting into Su Jue's nostrils along with the old lady's curse. He turned his head suddenly, with undisguised coldness in his eyes. The old lady's face froze, and she was about to curse when there was a knock on the door. "Grandma, open the door!" The boy's voice came, and the old lady's unhappy expression seemed to change, and she put on a kind smile. As soon as she opened the door, the skinny little boy rushed in from outside and almost knocked the old lady to the ground. But she didn't care, and her wrinkled old face was full of smiles. Outside the door was a middle-aged woman carrying a schoolbag. The soles of her shoes scraped against the wall of the public corridor. She kept complaining, "Schools nowadays are really terrible. Junior high school students have to carry so many things. The schoolbags are so heavy. What should I do if my little baby doesn't grow taller in the future?" After complaining, the dust on her feet was almost gone. She looked up and found Su Jue leaning against the wall. "The money-loser came back so early today..." She muttered softly. After returning to the living room and putting the boy's schoolbag on his desk, she realized what was happening. She looked at Su Jue suspiciously, "That's not right. You should finish school later than Xiaobao in high school. You came back so early today. Did you skip class?" Her face gradually tensed, her eyebrows twisted together, and her eyes flashed with a sharp light like a blade, as if she would hit him as long as Su Jue said the word "yes". "Yes." Su Jue's expression was calm, as if he was deliberately going against her, and there was even a hint of disdainful smile at the corner of his mouth. "You little bastard have grown wings!" Seeing her daughter, who used to be timid, now looking up at her, the woman became furious and raised her right hand to slap her. But she was only halfway through her action when her brother's voice came from the bedroom, "Come here, Mom, and look at the painting I drew today." The muscles on her face trembled slightly, and the woman's expression changed. She hesitated whether to educate her daughter or accompany her son, and for a moment she was frozen in place. The old lady at the side glared at Su Jue fiercely, holding a grudge against the way Su Jue looked at her before, and wished that the woman would start beating him immediately. However, after hearing Xiao Bao's voice, she quickly changed her expression and walked into the house. "Xiaobao, how about letting grandma see your painting?" Unfortunately, Xiaobao was merciless, "No, you are too old, you will definitely not understand." "Mom, what are you doing? Come here." Perhaps it was because of her son’s call, or perhaps because her raised hand felt a little sore, the woman glanced at Su Jue and went into the bedroom. Su Jue exhaled slightly and looked at them with some annoyance. It was really too bad to live in such a family. But since the mother, grandmother and brother had all appeared, the father, who was the pillar of the family, should also appear.
This wait lasts for several hours. There were many people in the house, but he seemed to be completely excluded. No one paid attention to him, and only occasionally he was asked to do housework. But Su Jue would not accept their arrangements like the original owner. He was waiting, waiting to find the last straw that would force the original owner to jump off the building. The sky gradually darkened. The aroma of food wafted in from every household through the window. Su Jue's stomach was growling. The original owner had not eaten all day and looked a little listless. Xiaobao, who had been playing since he came back from school, walked into the living room with the new game console and muttered, "Grandma, I'm hungry!"
