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The atmosphere in the corridor was as strange as an absurd play.
All the neighbors were stunned.
Just moments ago, their faces had been twisted in disgust, pointing fingers and whispering. Now, their eyes were wide open, filled with confusion. They exchanged glances, as if they had collectively experienced a brief amnesia. The expressions on their faces shifted from disdain to bewilderment, as if everything that had just happened had vanished from their minds.
“...Hey, what were we just doing here?”
“I don’t know. It seems like something happened... but it also feels like nothing happened...”
“How could this be? Weren’t we just...?”
They furrowed their brows and shook their heads, a fog enveloping their minds, making it impossible to remember.
Meanwhile, Huang Haoran stood quietly in place, his heart racing with chaotic anticipation and excitement.
Is this all... my power?
Can my Foot Odor really influence others' consciousness? Can it even change their thoughts?!
To test his hypothesis, he focused intently, silently repeating to himself—
“Just go back... don’t pay attention to me anymore... hurry and leave...”
He held his breath, his heartbeat accelerating wildly with this thought, his gaze fixed on the group before him, waiting for a change to occur.
Then, a miracle happened.
The neighbors’ expressions suddenly shifted from confusion to warmth, even carrying an inexplicable sense of familiarity. Their lips curled into gentle smiles, resembling those of old friends.
“Oh! It’s Huang Haoran!”
"It's so late, remember to get some rest!"
"Honestly, why are we even gathered here? There's really nothing going on!"
"We don't care about what happened; we just want to leave this place as soon as possible!"
With that, they turned without hesitation, one by one closing the door behind them, disappearing from Huang Haoran's sight.
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
"Bang—"
The sound of doors slamming echoed in the corridor, leaving only Huang Haoran and… the landlord, still kneeling on the ground, weeping uncontrollably.
In that moment, it felt as if the entire world was reduced to this bizarre scene.
Huang Haoran looked down at the man still repenting on the floor, a surge of unprecedented emotions swirling within him.
Just moments ago, no one had forced them; no one had used any violence… yet they naturally forgot everything and chose to comply, chose to leave…
At that moment, he finally realized something—
This world… had finally begun to align with his existence.
Huang Haoran looked down at the trembling landlord still kneeling on the ground, a sense of indescribable satisfaction rising within him.
This was the very person who had oppressed and exploited him all along, now reduced to a dog lying on the ground, voice trembling, unable to even meet his gaze.
Various thoughts of revenge flashed through his mind—
What if he made this fat man strip naked and run through the streets? Let him experience the taste of humiliation and being pointed at?
Should he just leap down the stairs and turn into a bloody mess?
The landlord had no room for resistance now; his will had completely crumbled. As long as Huang Haoran spoke, he would obey without hesitation, even the most absurd commands.
This kind of power was intoxicating.
Huang Haoran took a deep breath, a slight smile playing at the corners of his mouth, revealing a hint of playful amusement.
If he wanted to, he could make every person who had ever humiliated him pay dearly, forcing them to kneel and beg for mercy, turning them into laughingstocks in society, or even making them disappear from this world...
But...
Was this really what he wanted?
His thoughts surged, and then a hunched yet warm figure appeared in his mind—Uncle Chen.
"Haoran... no matter how the world treats you, even if you harbor countless grudges within your heart... do not look back."
"If a person is controlled by hatred, they will never be able to escape..."
Huang Haoran's smile slowly faded, and his gaze became calm.
He should not live in the hatred of the past.
Those who had bullied and humiliated him would certainly not be forgiven, but what he sought was "justice," not meaningless punishment.
He lowered his head, looking down at the landlord with an air of authority, and spoke coldly, "Return the extra money you took from me."
The landlord trembled slightly, raising his head, his face filled with terror and remorse, his eyes reflecting an indescribable fervor.
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry..." He bowed repeatedly, his voice shaking, "I was wrong... I truly was wrong..."
"The age of this building is so old, how could the rent possibly be eight thousand?" Huang Haoran's tone was devoid of any fluctuation, yet his gaze was sharp as a knife. "The actual price of this rundown apartment should only be four thousand, right?"
"Yes... yes..." The landlord shook all over, nodding vigorously. "Actually... it should only be four thousand... I-I will refund the extra money to you right now..."
He trembled as he took out his phone, nervously opening the transfer interface, his fingers shaking as he input the amount. "I... I will transfer it to you right now..."
However, his hand suddenly froze, as if struck by some immense psychological pressure. Sweat dripped from his forehead, and then...
He abruptly raised his head, his tone laced with a mix of frenzied devotion and fear. "Lord Hao Ran! This house... this house can be yours too!!!"
Huang Haoran raised an eyebrow, momentarily taken aback. "...What?"
The landlord earnestly bowed again, urgency in his voice. "I don't deserve to own this house... it belongs to you; it should be yours... Please accept it!!!"
"This apartment will now be your property!!!"
Huang Haoran remained silent for a few seconds before looking down at the landlord still kneeling on the ground. An indescribable emotion surged within him—
This world had finally begun to bow down.
The landlord trembled as he pulled out a red property certificate from a small bag at his waist, holding it with both hands as if offering some supreme sacred object. Then...
"Lord Hao Ran, please accept this!"
He offered the property deed with almost fervent reverence, his face filled with sincerity and remorse.
Huang Haoran lowered his head, gazing at the thin property deed, his fingertips gently brushing against its yellowed cover. In that moment, his heartbeat seemed to synchronize with the entire world.
He had won.
Once, he had been exploited by this landlord, trampled by society, despised, discriminated against, and rejected by everyone. But now...
This place, this apartment, would become his territory.
He reached out and gently took the property deed. Without needing to say another word, the landlord stepped back with a face full of gratitude, as if he had completed some sacred mission.
"Thank you for your forgiveness..."
"I'm sorry..."
"You are great..."
The door slammed shut with a bang, cutting off the landlord's trembling confessions and shutting out all the noise of the world.
The room fell into silence. Huang Haoran slowly walked back to the chair and sat down, placing the property deed gently on the table. He tapped his fingertips against the red cover.
This place would be his from now on.
His territory, his fortress, his first stronghold.
He lifted his head and looked up at the ceiling, a smile creeping onto his lips that eventually blossomed into a wild grin.
He once lived like a dog, struggling every day to scrape together a few thousand for rent, enduring humiliation and degradation.
But now, he was no longer that pitiful creature who could only swallow his pride and toil for survival.
His foot odor was no longer a curse; it had become his greatest blessing.
These feet would pave a brand new path for him—a path of revenge and revolution!
What the world once owed him, he would reclaim one by one!
He would make those who had looked down on him kneel and admit their mistakes!
He would immerse those who considered themselves "noble and refined" in the baptism of his stench!
He would overturn the world's standards of "aesthetics" and eradicate "discrimination by scent"!
Odor was justice!
Scent would become the order of the new world!
Unable to contain himself, he burst into laughter, his voice reverberating through the old apartment like a prelude to a revolutionary era!
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