Perfectly clear! You're creating a spoiled, fallen heir, hated by everyone, living a rotten life
Chapter 1 — The Rotten Heir
In Jiangzhou City, money flows like wine, but not all heirs shine like gold.
Li Wen (李文) was proof of that.
Born the only son of the mighty Li Family, owners of skyscrapers, banks, and corporations — everyone expected him to be a future titan.
Instead, he became the city's most pitiful joke.
Womanizer.
Drunkard.
Addict.
Coward.
Failure.
Every night, Li Wen stumbled from one bar to another, his arms tangled with women who only wanted his money. He slept with whoever smiled at him, rich or poor, married or not. He stole cash from drunk strangers, scammed tourists, and wasted fortunes gambling.
Money? It meant nothing to him. He never earned a single cent — the Li name paid for everything.
Respect? He spat on it. He cursed elders, disrespected his parents, and laughed at traditions.
Enemies? Too many to count.
Friends? None that would mourn him.
Family? They had long abandoned him, ashamed to even whisper his name.
His wife? Divorced him. Cold eyes, legal papers, and a final, disgusted, "You're not even worthy to father a child."
Li Wen laughed it off. What else could he do? His life was an empty, meaningless mess.
So he waited.
Waited for the day his liver failed.
Waited for a drunk fight to end him.
Waited for some debt collector to pull the trigger.
Waited for Death.
But when Death finally came…
It didn't knock politely.
It didn't come as a bullet or a bottle.
It bit him.
In a dirty alley behind Red Lotus Bar, with vomit on his shirt and lipstick on his neck, Li Wen met a figure cloaked in shadows, skeletal hands outstretched, fangs sinking into his flesh.
His vision blurred. His veins turned black. His useless heart stopped — and restarted with something… darker.
For the first time in his pathetic life…
Li Wen mattered.
Because now,
Death owned him.
And his second life…
Wouldn't be meaningless.
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