My dad is right. Sometimes, it takes a price to be a hero, but I didn’t expect that the price would be so heavy... so heartbreaking...

My name is Liu Yunpeng. I haven’t celebrated my 23rd birthday yet. I am an ordinary undergraduate young man who graduated less than half a year.

In the past six months, I have worked three jobs. The first one I have worked the longest, and I am a small enterprise employee. Although I am still an unknown person, I am a management team in a factory with more than 200 people.

After more than three months of work experience, I was finally defeated by the so-called "social unspoken rules" that I really couldn't stand. However, I was running a business that was too reliant on personal relationships. I used goods to check the people's quotations and reputations. The employees falsely reported and embezzled public funds to consume, and the boss was indulging in sensuality and lacked binding on the company, nor did they have enough leadership and market vision...

Unable to bear it, I ignored the strange eyes and sneer around me and handed over two reports. One was to request vigorous reforms within the company, streamlining personnel, rectifying discipline, real-price quotas, and detailed rules and necessary explanations for workshop management. The other was my resignation application...

As a result, I applied for resignation and then checked out and left after half a month.

As for the rectification report I consciously and meticulously, there is no news since then...

In the last half month, I still didn't see any improvement or rectification trend in the factory, and the people around me seemed to know my "overestimating my abilities" behavior. I kept pointing behind my back all day long, and some even pretended to be quiet in my ears...

What's wrong with this?

What's wrong with this company?

What's wrong with this society?

I just hope that the factory management will have better efficiency and that everyone will do things more...more at ease and orderly, what's wrong with this?

Is it a common "reality" in today's society that people eat public funds, get kickbacks, leave favors, and mess with relationships between men and women in the company, but they cannot tolerate a young man's pursuit of higher, better, and stronger dreams?

I know I am just an ordinary, useless and good-looking novices who have just entered society...but what's wrong?

I can’t have ideals, can’t I have pursuits?

My dad often told me that I have those ideas, but because I am still young, I don’t know what reality is, and I don’t understand what maturity is... People around me also have the same tone, saying that I will understand one day...

But is it considered mature to be as numb as they are, deeply trapped in the mud, or even in the same world?

I don't believe it!!! I'm even more unacceptable!!!

Maybe my strength is not enough to change this already distorted society, but at least... I have the right to choose what kind of person I want to be...

After that, I also found two jobs, but I didn’t work for a week, and they were all the same problem.

Since I experienced such a thing, I found that I became increasingly disgusted with all kinds of bad habits in society. The most hateful thing is... If I really want to work in society, I don’t seem to be unable to survive without following those dirty “rules of the game”!

Colleagues talked about consumers randomly, but were unable to fulfill the company's promises afterwards, resulting in the company's lack of credibility; the company also did things one by one, but did not want to increase investment and improve its technical strength to gain recognition from the public; leaders were frustrated with women under their subordinates, and scolded male compatriots; the company did not benefit, "increase revenue and reduce expenditure" from employees, and withdrew wages for various false reasons, but the leadership consumed various public funds, big fish and meat...

I don’t agree! I don’t agree! I just don’t agree!!!

Perhaps this has been a phenomenon that Chinese society has thought was "normal" for decades, but I just don't agree! I'm even more unwilling to follow such rules!

For more than two months, I had no choice but to stay at home. While surfing the Internet to find a suitable positive company, I also played the game I liked to play the most. The stand-alone version of "Hero Invincible 3" and the new era virtual online game "Hero Destiny" based on its game world background...

Maybe these are my favorite two games?

Play a hero in a different world where storms are shaking, mountains and rivers are shattering, and the earth is about to subvert, play a hero, build your own stronghold, recruit your own soldiers, and then compete for the world and pursue glory!

For a young man who has had enough of the chaos in the real society, what else is more enviable than such a life?

Of course, I wouldn’t have become the decadent young man who is addicted to games. Such YY’s imagination is just an occasional boring feeling.

It may be tiring to live according to your will and choose, and just do what you think is the right thing, but this is my pride and the minimum dignity of living in this world as a "person"!

And this dignity cannot be trampled on!

That evening, my dad suddenly said he wanted to have a good drink with me. After asking my mom to prepare a large table of food, he went out with me to buy wine.

This is strange. In the past, my dad didn't let me drink too much, saying that drinking too much is not good for health~

But today...what is wrong?

However, just as we bought the wine and were about to go home, a robbery occurred at the intersection not far ahead.

The one who lost the bag was a fashionable aunt who had just moved out of the gold shop. She looked over thirty years old, but she was dressed very much... Anyway, she looked like a rich man~

So the seemingly rich aunt was robbed, and what was so desperate was that the thief who ran wildly with his bag actually headed straight for my father and I!

At that moment, there were many choices in front of me, such as standing on the side of the road as if I didn't know anything, ignoring the rich aunt's shout for help.

Or simply retreat to the side like many numb people around you to avoid disaster...

Or maybe secretly stretch out and trip over the thieves passing by to get time to capture?

But I know that none of these methods will definitely be able to finally catch the thief.

At least when the robbery happened, the fact that people around were just gloating and no one called the police in time was enough to find enough reasons for the police to be "late" that they were accustomed to.

then......

"Stop! Return the bag to that aunt!!!"

I took my courage to break free from my father's drag, and jumped to the robber with a beer bottle. In less than three minutes, I was already four times in my body and fell into a pool of blood...

I remember that my dad once told me... When I was a child, I named me Yunpeng. I really hoped that I would go straight to the sky like a big roll, thousands of miles a day, and have a day of success...

But my temper is too harsh and too twisted. My dad said that I will suffer losses, and I will suffer a lot of hardships in society...

My dad once said that sometimes, there is a price to pay for a hero, but I didn’t expect that this price would come so heavy... so heartbreaking...

As I was dying, I felt extremely cold in my body, as if all the heat was flowing out along the unbearable "wounds", while gusts of cold wind came back along the wound, wandering unscrupulously in my body, destroying my last trace of will...

I felt like someone was shaking me violently, calling my name, calling my son...Is it my dad?

Why is his voice so sad?

Why do I feel like a large piece of cold liquid flowing onto my face?

It's raining?

I suddenly felt so sleepy and wanted to sleep...

Everything in front of me gradually became blurred, the color had quietly faded, there were only three colors of black, gray and white in my eyes, and my dad's slightly gray hair was extremely dazzling, which made my nose sore, but... I had no strength to cry...

I felt like someone moved me to a small bed, and my body began to be moved. Those people were doing something on me with all their might... But I couldn't feel more~

My nerves are already numb and my will is about to be withdrawn. Even at this moment, my knife wounds no longer hurt. Apart from the cold, I only feel sleepy, as if I have never slept in my life. I think... I just slept like this? Maybe I will not be cold after falling asleep...

Suddenly!

An absolute silence is coming!

That was the silence I had never experienced in my life.

From the inside out, from me and people, the entire society, the entire world and even the entire universe... it seems that it has become absolutely quiet at that moment!

And at that moment, two balls of heat like fire suddenly ignited in front of your chest!

The hot energy was like lightning, and it almost lit up my upper body in an instant!

After a moment it was another one! It was another one!!!

I felt the whole body burning, and I wanted to breathe heavily, but I didn't even have the strength to lift my eyelids.

I wanted to jump into the ice water to cool myself down, but I didn't even have the chance to move my fingers.

I think...I'm still dead?

If you die, you won’t be so hard or so tired...

After a few tortures, the heat seemed to finally weaken, no longer the previous heat, nor frightened me anymore. I just silently savored it, as if I was still missing the warmth of my body. The last warmth actually tripped up all my thoughts and concerns~

And just when I thought everything was over, suddenly, the heat in my right chest exploded again! This time it was even more violent and lasting than before!

Unlike the hotness I had before, this time... was amazingly long, just like my entire right chest was really burning!

This...what the hell is wrong?

Why do people die and still cause me to suffer so many sins?

Hell!!!

Didn’t anyone in the West say that if you go to heaven, you can enjoy eternal peace and peace? I, a good person who has long been extinct in the world, have no reason to go to hell, right???

However, the hotness on the right chest position was really unbearable, and I almost instinctively reached out to grab it... This!!!

My hand can actually move???

The entry point is hard and cold, and the fingertips feel like they are scratched by sharp tools...

Hold!!!

Fuck me, I'm dead, that broken switchblade is still stuck in my chest?

Doctors grow up by eating shit?

In addition to using kickbacks to deceive patients into spending various sky-high medicines, are you fucking able to do some serious things? Everyone has pushed the morgue and hasn't pulled the knife in my chest yet?

In anger, I suddenly felt a sense of sweetness surge into my throat. With a "wow", I coughed up a mouthful of blood, and finally spit out the disgusting feeling~

And along with this force, I finally opened my eyes.

After a moment of dazzling eyes, I finally saw everything around me clearly, just...

Where did this go?

Why... Why are the weird guys in front of you holding swords and swords?

Is there no longer any restriction on various controlled knives on the streets...

wrong!
Chapter completed!