The Author's Viewpoint - Chapter 152 - Beneath the Weight of Her Voice

The Little Monk: “How to write a smart main character?”

Master Ogaway: “Make other characters dumb.”

“...” The Little Monk, “Then how to make other characters smart?”

Master Ogaway: “Make the main character dumb.”

“...” The Little Monk, “...Really?”

The Little Monk is now on mission to eliminate dumbness from the Harem Genre!

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Synopsis: Zhang Wei was a born in small village of Haland country in earth, he was neither extremely rich nor academically excellent.

His mother died in an accident few years after his birth, leaving him alone with his father. His father was an alcoholic, unable to take the grief of his wife's death, he started gambling and occasionally beating Zhang Wei.

One day, tired of daily beating, Zhang Wei pushed his father back in anger, leading to his father stumble and hit his head, resulting in immediate death.

“Did I commit a murder....?”

Zhang Wei was eight years old, when he lost both of his parents, finally unable to live at the small village he left in fear of being caught by police.

Frightened and extremely nervous he settled in the farthest place as possible.

It was the Qingyun City.

Working part time, he gathered money and finished his high school education and enrolled for Qingyun University.

Finishing his degree in Business management, he married with one of the collage flowers, after turning twenty three.

At twenty five years old, he was having a heated argument with his beautiful wife, that can even put fairies of heaven to shame.

“Zhang Wei! She was the maid of our house, how can you lay your hands on her!”

Yu Lei, his wife screamed hysterically in anger, showing him a picture on her phone.

“She is pregnant with your kid now!!! Just why!!”

The picture showed pregnancy results of contact saved in Yu Lei's phone as “Hao Yue (Maid)”, needless to say, the results of the test were positive.

Even after all this, Zhang Wei stood there with expressionless look.

Seventeen years have passed, the last time he accidentally killed his father... After seventeen years he wanted to kill someone again, and she was “Hao Yue.”

Zhang Wei was not working rather living by leeching of his lovely wife Ye Lie.

There was a unknown side to him, that his wife wasn't aware of... A monster was hiding inside of him...

All he needed was an opportunity power to unleash the beast inside of him, and that opportunity arrived one day.

[Congratulations host, for successfully meeting all the criteria for possessing the villain system.

Welcome to the Villain system!]

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[Female lead with no romantic interest + ancient female awakening + passionate righteousness + refusing to be a submissive woman] After failing to conquer the emperor, the system punished me by forcing me to livestream modern life to ancient people.

The man I personally supported to ascend the throne saw me wearing a strapless minidress and dancing seductively at a banquet amidst revelry and wine, and he flew into a rage, accusing me of violating womanly virtues.

I smiled calmly and pointed the camera towards a modern street, launching a shocking livestream for the ancient people!

“Good heavens? It’s nighttime now, but what are those pearls shining so brightly?”

Female lead: Those are light bulbs.

“There are indeed objects in this world that can transmit sound over thousands of miles away. What a marvelous treasure!”

Female lead: This is a cell phone.

“How could the women on the streets dress so scantily and shamelessly flirt with men? Don’t they know propriety? Why hasn’t the county office come to stop these debased women and thrown them into pigsties?”

Female lead: Because this is the glorious era of China!

[Warning: Mature Content 18+, Harem, No NTR!]He was only ten years old when his world turned to ash. Hidden behind a door, shivering with helplessness and fear, the boy peered through the keyhole and watched his parents die. He never knew who killed them. He never even saw the faces of those who took everything from him.The terror was too much for a ten-year old boy. His mind shattered, erasing that night from his memory. And then everything was blank, darkness in front of his eyes as he lost consciousness.When his eyes opened again, a man stood before him, a stranger with a gentle smile and eyes filled with something strange… pity? Or something else?“What happened here boy?”“Happened where?”“You don’t remember, do you?”“Remember what…? Where is father? My Mother?”“I guess this is for the best.”“Good boy. Your father was my dearest friend… and now, you are my responsibility. From now on, you will be my son.”“You have no one left, boy… but I can make sure no one ever takes anything from you again.” The man said gently.And then that man forged him into something inhuman. A weapon honed to perfection, a shadow lurking in the underworld. The mere whisper of his name - Draugr, A ghost that never truly dies, sent grown men into cold sweats, their legs trembling beneath them.The boy soon outgrew his master and carved his own legend in blood. But all this while he never stopped searching—for the ones who killed his parents, for the truth, for revenge.And finally, after fifteen years of silence, he was close. The last clue he needed was just within his grasp.It was so close, yet just an inch out of his grasp. He was ambushed, a trap he never saw coming.Wounded, bleeding out, fighting for his life against an army of men and women eyeing to claim his life, he should have died. But fate had something else stored for him.Barely holding onto life, he stumbled into a girl—fragile-looking, yet completely unafraid of the monster before her. She didn’t run. She didn’t scream. Instead, she smiled.She saved him. Took him to a hospital. And as he lay unconscious, she made her plans.But when he woke up… He had lost everything, He remembered nothing.Not just the truth of his parents' murder. Not just the years of searching. Not just the enemies and allies he'd made along the way. Not even his own name.Twenty-five years of his life—wiped clean.Now, in a world that fears his very name, with ghosts of a past he can no longer remember hunting him in the shadows—he must decide: Is he still the Draugr they all fear? Or is he just a man searching for the pieces of himself?And who is the girl who stole his fate and bound it to hers?

“Block him.”“He's technically still my boss.”“Then block him with dignity.”The call ended again.And then started again.I let out a sound somewhere between a growl and a sob, then finally answered with the enthusiasm of a snail crawling through salt.“Yes, Mr. Walton?”“Have you changed your mind yet?”I collapsed onto the towel and gazed at the sky as though it might consume me entirely if I pleaded sweetly enough.“Do you ever take a break?” I asked, shielding my eyes with one hand.“You're avoiding the question.”“Because it's a dumb question.”He exhaled, the sound sharp and irritated even over phone. “It's not a dumb question. It's a business offer.”“It's a weird offer-one that I already said no to.”There was a brief pause, and I could practically hear him clenching his jaw through the speaker.“You are acting unreasonably.”“ Unreasonable?” I sat up. “I'm not the one drafting fake girlfriend contracts like it's a normal Tuesday.”“Isabella-”“Certainly not, Mr. Walton.” I mimicked his tone perfectly. “I told you I'm not doing it. You need to find someone else to play pretend with.”SYNOPSISIsabella Miller thought saying no to her boss’s fake dating offer was the end of the story.But Adrien Walton doesn’t take no—especially not when he’s convinced she’s a gold digger.Suddenly, her student loans are piling up, her father’s vet clinic is on the brink of eviction and her brother is about to be kicked out of college. Coincidence? She thinks not.Adrien Walton is calm, calculating—and he's just pulled every string to corner Isabella into the perfect position.Now she’s stuck choosing between pride and survival.So she agrees to his offer: be his fake girlfriend.No feelings attached. No drama. Just business.Or so she thought.“Conference Room B. Fifteen minutes,” he said, passing by without a glance.The folder he pushed across the table landed with a thud.I opened it. The contract. All of it.---Enemies to lovers? Check.Slow burn? Hmmnyea.Banter so sharp it might file your nails? Yes.Delicious workplace tension? Of course.Tension that could melt steel?Absolutely.Smut?? Wanna find out?Welcome to corporate romance warfare. There’s no escaping this contract.