Dragon Raja: The Divine Man Lu Mingfei

"Lu Mingfei! What time is it and you're still sleeping?! Go! Get your ass out there and go buy groceries! A case of discounted bagged milk, half a pound of Cantonese sausage, and the latest issue of 'Fiction Illustrated' that Mingze wanted. Come back right now and remove the celery from the table! Also, go to the mailroom and see if there's any mail from America! You don't care about your own affairs at all. If no one accepts you, do you think you can even get into a top university? What's the point of spending so much money on you?"

A voice that Lu Mingfei didn't recognize rang out from outside the room.

"Where did this stray dog ​​come from! How dare it speak to you, Lord Ming Shen, like that? Is your household registration book too thick, and you want me to cut two pages off for you?!"

Having just beaten Lu Mingze to a pulp in the mental world, seeing the guy clutching his head and begging for mercy, Lu Mingfei finally just said, "Go back and don't bother me for the time being," and sent him on his way.

Just thinking about the pathetic experiences this body had endured in the first half of its life filled Lu Mingfei with anger. But what was done was done, what else could he do? Travel back in time to rewrite history? It wasn't that he couldn't do it, but just thinking about the hassle made him too lazy to even attempt it.

Fine, let's just go with the flow and play it safe. Lu Mingfei's core has never changed. As long as no external force forces him, he's just a lazy dog ​​who wants to lie around doing nothing. Even in his previous life, when he became the supreme commander who ruled over countless worlds, he was forced into it—either being hunted down or having to protect those behind him, forced to become stronger step by step, forced to conquer one world after another.

All he truly wanted was a peaceful and stable life. Now that he'd transmigrated to a new world, and could already roam freely with less than one-thousandth of his peak strength, he might as well slowly recover his power while enjoying life. Once he'd had his fill of enjoyment and his strength had mostly recovered, he could use his past life's experience to lead this world to rapid development and glory. As for how long he'd need to enjoy himself? Not long, just a few thousand years. By then, his power would probably be mostly restored.

"Lu Mingfei, what did you just say?! Are you trying to rebel?!"

The door was flung open, and a shrew stormed in, yelling angrily at Lu Mingfei:

"You've gone too far! I just asked you to run an errand to buy something, and you dare to yell at me? I think you've learned your lesson the hard way! Who has fed you all these years? Who has paid for your schooling? If your parents cared about you, would they have dumped you on us? If it weren't for us raising you, who knows what would have become of you! We give you a little kindness, and you take it all for granted!"

Lu Mingfei glanced sideways at the woman in front of him, hands on hips, cursing. Oh, this was the original owner's "great" aunt. Listening to her spittle flying as she distorted the truth, Lu Mingfei almost laughed out of anger—this family lived a life of luxury, all supported by his child support. Now they were actually putting on airs of being his benefactor; it was utterly shameless.

If it were the timid, submissive guy from before, he might have been fooled by her "family appeal" and let her manipulate him. Unfortunately, the current Lu Mingfei just finds it annoying.

He slowly got out of bed, put on his slippers, and then suddenly lifted his foot.

With a muffled thud, the shrew flew backward like a kicked ball, crashing solidly into the solid wood cabinet behind her.

With a crisp "crack," the sound of bones breaking was clearly audible. The shrew's screams came to an abrupt halt, and she curled up on the ground, her previous arrogance completely gone.

"Lu Mingfei! You've gone mad..."

Lu Mingze, the fat pig who was typing furiously on the keyboard at the computer desk next to him, screamed in fright when he saw this scene.

Unfortunately, he was quick to shout but even quicker to shut up—Lu Mingfei rushed over in a few steps, grabbed him by the collar like a chick, lifted him off the chair, and without saying a word, raised his hand and slapped him across his fat face.

The fact that this fatso shared the same name as his younger brother was already making Lu Mingfei feel disgusted, not to mention that he was taking his child support money and acting like a "prince" at school—it was like taking other people's money and acting like a big shot. The more Lu Mingfei thought about it, the angrier he became, and the harder he slapped the other man's face.

The chubby boy, Lu Mingze, suddenly felt dizzy, as if countless bees were buzzing around in his head. He saw stars, and all he could hear was a buzzing echo. Even his screams were swallowed back by the shock.

The noise in the room startled Uncle Lu Gucheng next door, who rushed into the room, shouting, "What's wrong? What's wrong?"

As soon as he entered the door, he saw his wife curled up on the ground like a shrimp, groaning and complaining of pain. Then he saw his son, Lu Mingze, being held up by Lu Mingfei with one hand, suspended in mid-air like a fat duck. His face was being slapped back and forth, and his eyes were almost closed. He looked like a dazed pig.

"Mingfei! Are you crazy?! What are you doing?!"

Lu Gucheng let out a cry of surprise and instinctively wanted to rush forward and pull Lu Mingfei away.

But the moment he stepped into the room, Lu Mingfei slowly turned his head, his dark eyes sweeping over him. There were no extra words, only a barely perceptible mental fluctuation was quietly released.

Lu Gucheng was struck dumb, feeling as if Lu Mingfei had transformed into a ferocious beast from ancient times. The invisible pressure was like Mount Tai pressing down on him, making it difficult for him to even breathe.

His legs buckled, and he collapsed to the ground with a thud, his crotch instantly soaked, a pungent, fishy smell filling the air. He scrambled backward, his face contorted with terror, uttering incoherent whimpers.

In Lu Mingfei's mind, Uncle Lu Gucheng wasn't even a vague figure, let alone someone he liked. He was terribly afraid of his wife, which was one thing, but who told him to be Lu Lincheng's brother? That relationship alone was enough to make Lu Mingfei resent him.

Lu Mingfei had once calmed down and painstakingly dissected his past memories. Now, his perception was frighteningly sharp; those "fragments of family affection" that he once treasured were, in his eyes, all meticulously woven illusions. The contrast was especially glaring regarding the parts about Lu Lincheng and Qiao Wenni.

Every smile and greeting from Lu Lincheng felt like a formality. Lu Mingfei could clearly sense the coldness and detachment in his eyes, a sense of "completing a task" that showed complete indifference, devoid of any affection.

But Giovanni was different. Her hugs were warm, her tears were real. Every frown of worry for her past self and every joy of making progress were filled with a burning warmth. It was an unreserved, heartfelt maternal love.

Lu Mingfei has always prided himself on being a good person with "principles." Even though he was once the supreme ruler who governed all worlds, he never lost his compassion.

He had no real interest in exterminating his uncle and aunt's family. After all, letting them live to atone for their sins was far more interesting than ending their lives with a single blow.

Take that shrew on the ground, crying and screaming. Back then, she trampled on my self-esteem, and her sarcastic remarks had already "broken" the young man's backbone. Lu Mingfei is a man who values ​​reciprocity. If you break my spiritual backbone, I'll break yours physically—that kick just now was precise. Her back hit the corner of the cabinet solidly, and her spine broke on the spot. She'll spend the rest of her life in a hospital bed.

Then look at that fat pig, Lu Mingze. Lu Mingfei casually tossed him to the ground, his head buzzing – clearly suffering a concussion. Who told him to act like a "princeling" with his own money? Now he's just paying some interest. Whether he recovers or not? That depends on his own fate; Lu Mingfei certainly won't care.

Finally, it was Lu Gucheng's turn. Considering that the other party was just a "coward" and at most watched the show without actually making a move, he decided to let him go—of course, he still had to teach him a lesson. He beckoned to Lu Gucheng, who was lying on the ground, and a wisp of mental energy pierced into the other party's mind like a needle, leaving a "personal fear mark".

From then on, whenever Lu Mingfei's image appeared in Lu Gucheng's mind, the suffocating feeling of being completely swallowed by fear would instantly strike. Every time, it was so real that it was as if he were there, enough to scare him so much that he would wet himself on the spot. It was guaranteed that he would never dare to think of the three words "Lu Mingfei" again, let alone come to cause trouble for him.

Lu Mingfei stepped into his uncle and aunt's bedroom and found his child support bank card hidden in their well-hidden bedside table. Over the years, it was this money that had allowed this family to live a comfortable life, while also causing him to suffer countless scornful looks.

He put the bank card in his pocket and glanced back at the room behind him: his aunt was still groaning in pain on the floor, Lu Mingze was lying like a dead pig, and Lu Gucheng was huddled in the corner with fear in his eyes.

The family's disgraceful behavior only made Lu Mingfei laugh.

"A happy ending, what a beautiful scene of family reunion."

He didn't linger. He pushed open the door and walked out without looking back. Sunlight shone on him, warm and bright, as if finally dispelling the years of gloom that had filled the house. All the mockery and humiliation of the past were left behind as the door closed.