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Huang Haoran nodded.
Once, twice, three times...
His movements were slow and graceful, his gaze calm, as if he acknowledged every insult from his supervisor and even tacitly accepted the scornful laughter around him.
"Yes, I have no parents."
"Yes, no one taught me."
"Yes, I am unteachable."
With each nod, the supervisor's words grew more brazen, his tone increasingly arrogant, as if this was no longer a conversation but his own solo performance.
"So you see, people like you are born to be the refuse of society! Even if given a chance, you're beyond saving!"
"Such people deserve to live their lives at the bottom, right everyone?" The supervisor laughed heartily, looking around in an attempt to draw his colleagues into a chorus of humiliation.
Some colleagues wore awkward smiles, while others outright chuckled. A few even chimed in, "Hahaha, exactly, people like this..."
Amidst the cacophony of laughter, Huang Haoran slowly bent down.
His hand fell onto his shoe.
He moved slowly and without any turmoil, as if performing a quiet ritual. His fingers gently grasped the heel of his shoe and then, gradually—he took it off.
"Thud—"
One shoe hit the ground.
"Thud—"
Another shoe was removed, quietly lying on the office floor.
The entire room froze.
The supervisor furrowed his brow, a flicker of confusion crossing his eyes, while the other colleagues couldn't help but stop their laughter, exchanging bewildered glances.
What is this guy doing?
Is this… some new form of self-torture?
But soon, they understood.
Their noses grasped the situation faster than their brains could process.
“Buzz—!”
A strong, repulsive odor, enough to defy common sense, erupted like an invisible gas explosion from Huang Haoran's feet, sweeping through the entire office!
This was not just ordinary foot odor; this was… a curse, a biochemical disaster, an unexplainable olfactory annihilator!
The supervisor's smile froze, and in the next moment, his face contorted grotesquely as if his very soul was being forcibly extracted by the stench!
“Ughhhhhhh!!!!”
A piercing wail erupted from his throat, as if countless iron needles had brutally pierced his nasal passages, leaving his olfactory nerves reeling from an unprecedented assault!
“What the hell is that?!”
“Grossssss!!!”
"Dammit!!! This... this is not human Foot Odor!!!"
The colleagues around him instantly collapsed! Just moments ago, they had been laughing at Huang Haoran, but now their faces were pale, covering their noses and retreating frantically, their eyes filled with terror and despair!
This was not merely a Stench; it was a curse, a torment from hell!
Several people rushed towards the office windows, desperately trying to open them for fresh air, but it was all in vain—
This Stench had already eroded the air, permeating the entire space, transforming into an invisible prison!
"Huang Haoran!!! How... how can you smell so bad!!!"
The supervisor covered his nose, his eyes trembling uncontrollably. He felt tears streaming down his face against his will, his stomach churning violently as if he would vomit at any moment!
He had never imagined that such a terrifying thing could exist in this world!
Huang Haoran, watching the suffering of these people, slowly straightened his body, a cold smile subtly curling at the corners of his mouth.
Huang Haoran stepped forward, leisurely making his way toward the supervisor.
With each step he took, the air seemed to twist, shake, and collapse!
"Buzz—!"
The foul odor acted like an invisible force field, crashing against the supervisor like tangible shockwaves!
"Ughhh!!!"
The supervisor's pupils constricted sharply; in that moment, his senses suffered a devastating assault!
The sense of smell—
It felt as if countless foul-smelling dead fish were stuffed into his nostrils, instantly turning his mind into a chaotic mess!
The sense of taste—
A sharp sour bitterness surged at the root of his tongue, as if an entire pot of expired garbage soup had been poured into his mouth!
The sense of hearing—
His ears buzzed, as if he could hear the sound of his own cells collapsing and dying!
The sense of sight—
Tears began to well up in his eyes, blurring everything before him, as if the entire world had been tainted by this stench, turning it into a suffocating shade of dark green!
The sense of touch—
He could even distinctly feel this foul odor like a tangible mist, clinging to and corroding his skin, making his pores seem to wail in agony!
“Ahhh!!! What is this?! What on earth is happening?!”
The supervisor's head felt as though it were being gnawed, impacted, and torn apart by thousands of bullet ants simultaneously, every cell enduring an indescribable torment!
And he merely stood there passively…
Huang Haoran hadn’t even made a move yet.
“Bang!”
Behind him, a colleague who had merely come to watch suddenly buckled at the knees and collapsed to the ground!
“Ugh… disgusting…” His face turned pale, lacking even the strength to moan!
"I... can't take it anymore..." Another colleague leaned against the wall, his face twisted in agony, his lips trembling uncontrollably, and beads of cold sweat forming on his forehead, resembling a patient pushed to the brink of torment.
"This... this is fucking biological warfare, isn't it?" someone groaned, clutching their chest, half-kneeling on the ground, shaking all over.
The atmosphere in the office had transformed into a scene of slaughter!
However, the most terrifying part was—
Huang Haoran hadn't even taken off his socks yet.
The white socks on his feet still wrapped around those cursed feet, sealing away the true stench of doom!
Yet these people were already beginning to crumble at just the initial release of odor from his shoes.
The supervisor's legs trembled, his eyes bloodshot, his stomach convulsing violently, and he felt as if his knees were about to give way.
But at that moment, Huang Haoran stopped in his tracks.
A smile adorned his face, one that carried an indescribable delight, as if he had just discovered the true meaning of life.
He lowered his head and looked at the nearly unsteady supervisor, speaking calmly—
"Since I was a child, this foot odor has caused my parents to abandon me..."
"I once hated them... hated this world... hated this smell..."
He paused for a moment, and then his gaze deepened, the smile on his lips becoming increasingly unsettling—
"But now, I have found..."
"I have finally found it, the meaning of my existence alongside them."
"Bang—!"
The supervisor's legs gave way, and his knees crashed hard against the floor as he knelt down!
His forehead struck the ground, producing a dull thud, and a wave of dizziness washed over him.
However—
This slight pain was nothing compared to the awakening he sought.
Instead, it brought his face even closer to the unavoidable core of disaster—Huang Haoran's foot!
"Ugh... ugh ah...!!!"
A stench powerful enough to rip the soul from the body surged like a shockwave, ruthlessly flooding the supervisor's nostrils and eroding his consciousness!
The odor could no longer be described as merely "bad." It was a malevolence that transcended human comprehension, a torment that language could not encapsulate—a purgatorial agony!
This was not just Stench; this was punishment!
This was judgment from the deepest hell of the world, a curse unleashed by divine wrath, the ultimate biological weapon of existence—
"Ugh... ugh, ughhh!!!"
The supervisor's throat constricted violently, and his stomach twisted in severe spasms. His body leaned forward uncontrollably, and then—
"Bleh—!!!"
He erupted violently, expelling the coffee, bread, and even the late-night snack from the previous evening in a relentless torrent.
Thick gastric fluid mixed with partially digested food splattered onto the office floor, releasing a sour stench that paled in comparison to Huang Haoran's foot odor.
He lacked even the strength to swallow.
All he could do was lie amidst his own vomit, with remnants of acidic bile clinging to the corners of his mouth, trembling as he gasped for breath.
His voice was hoarse, his throat burning painfully from the corrosive gastric juices. Yet, despite this agony, he gritted his teeth and forced out the last shred of his "dignity"—
"Huang… Huang Haoran…!"
"I… command you… to put on your shoes… right now!!!"
His trembling finger pointed at Huang Haoran, his voice hoarse and quivering like a dying wild dog’s whimper—
"And then… I want… I want to fire you…!!!"
"You bastard…!!!"
But at that moment, no one in the office cared about what he said, because—
Everyone was struggling to survive.
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