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Relying on Insults: My Time as Chancellor in Ancient Times
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The torrential rain poured down, turning the streets into rushing streams that made the delivery electric bike sway precariously. Chu Ming gripped the handlebars with one hand while clutching the insulated box containing his food with the other, cursing under his breath, "Damn this weather!"
He had just received a call from a customer, who threatened angrily, "If you're even a minute late, I'll give you a bad review!"
"Is this a death sentence?" Chu Ming gritted his teeth and accelerated, rainwater blurring his glasses and obscuring his vision. He took off his glasses, squinting as he turned the corner when suddenly—
Blinding headlights shone toward him!
An out-of-control truck barreled straight at him, its screeching brakes piercing through the rain. Chu Ming's mind went blank, and in the last moment, he heard himself curse, "What the hell!"
—Then everything went dark.
When he opened his eyes again, a buzzing filled his ears, and his throat felt as dry as if it were stuffed with sand. Chu Ming stared blankly at the coarse cloth ceiling above him, his mind a chaotic mess.
"Where am I?"
He instinctively tried to sit up, but his arms felt weak, and he fell back onto the bed, knocking over a bowl of medicine on the bedside table.
"Crash!" The porcelain bowl shattered into pieces, and dark brown medicinal liquid splattered everywhere.
"You useless thing! Waking up just to cause trouble!"
A sharp voice boomed from the doorway as a short, stout man stormed in, his face full of anger and a sinister glint in his eyes. Lin Xiaofan's mind wasn't fully awake yet, but his body instinctively tensed up—
"Lin Xiaofan? Me?"
The memories of the original owner flooded back to him; he was now the useless legitimate son of the General's residence, and this man was Butler Liu, who often withheld the original owner's allowance.
Butler Liu kicked aside the shards of porcelain and pointed an accusing finger at Lin Xiaofan's nose, scolding him harshly. "The General's residence has raised you for so many years, and you can't even hold a bowl steady? If your father knew he had given birth to such a useless brat like you, he wouldn't be able to rest in peace!"
—Boom!
Lin Xiaofan's mind exploded in that instant.
He had lived for over twenty years with a good temper throughout his life, but at that moment, an inexplicable rage surged within him. He opened his mouth to retort but suddenly choked on his words—wait a minute, he couldn't curse!
He had always considered even "What the hell" to be foul language; how could he insult someone now? He didn't even have the words!
But just then, a cold mechanical voice echoed in his mind—
[Detected anger emotion; "Frenzy of Joy" system activated.]
Lin Xiaofan was taken aback; before he could process what was happening, the system continued its announcement—
[Initial activation reward: [Basic Cursing Vocabulary Pack] has been issued.]
"Well, well, a system? Or is it just a cursing system?!"
Lin Xiaofan took a deep breath, looked up at Butler Liu, and suddenly sneered, "Who are you calling useless?"
Butler Liu was taken aback for a moment, clearly not expecting the usually submissive Lin Xiaofan to retort. He then grinned maliciously, "What’s wrong? Did I hurt your feelings by calling you useless? Your father died on the battlefield, and you didn’t even dare to cry. Now you have the guts to talk back to me?"
A surge of anger shot up in Lin Xiaofan's chest, and a string of words suddenly popped into his mind—was this the cursing vocabulary pack provided by the system?
He grinned widely and began to unleash his words. "Butler Liu, if you're so capable, why don't you go to the battlefield and die in place of my father? Oh, I forgot, with your short stature, you'd probably struggle to even mount a horse!"
Butler Liu's face instantly turned ashen; he clearly didn't expect Lin Xiaofan to be so sharp-tongued. He raised his hand to strike. "You little beast! You're asking for death!"
Lin Xiaofan sidestepped and kept taunting, "Oh dear, getting anxious? Did I hit a sore spot?"
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