Su Zhiwei was not actually named Su Zhiwei, nor was he a member of the Su family. His real name was Song Wei, and he came from the remote Song Family Village.
Although Song Family Village was a small mountain hamlet, it was not some impoverished backwater. Instead, it was a reclusive lineage of Daoist priests, a family that for generations had taken the duty of protecting the world's peace and stability as its sacred mission.
Song Wei had been instilled with this mission of protecting the world since he was very young. It was the destiny of his Song family, a purpose for which they would sacrifice everything without hesitation.
However, he was inherently cold and detached by nature, never truly feeling that anything was more important than his own survival. Yet, to avoid trouble, he never let this show.
Because he was of the direct bloodline of the Song family and possessed the greatest strength among the younger generation, the task of reinforcing the seal on the mirror at First High School naturally fell to him.
First High School was the city's best high school, where academic excellence was a given. The children of the Song family were naturally intelligent, so this posed no difficulty for them. Song Wei smoothly completed the task of reinforcing the seal.
The seal could only hold for ten years. The next person to reinforce it would be his younger brother.
However, what Song Wei didn't expect was that his younger brother failed and died at First High School.
What a useless waste.
Song Wei didn't want to get involved, but he had no choice.
Others might not know about his cold nature, but his mother did. So, on her deathbed, she forced him to make a blood oath not to abandon his brother.
An oath sworn upon the Dao left him no other option.
Coincidentally, he also had a bold idea he wanted to test.
He wanted to see if he could steal the power of the 'god'.
Only by obtaining the power of the 'god' would there be nothing left in this world that could bind him—not even the oath he had sworn upon the Dao.
Not even death itself.
Song Wei didn't know why he wanted to become stronger, but he was obsessively determined to do so. First High School was his opportunity.
Song Wei replaced 'Su Zhiwei'. Only a sufficiently good identity would allow him to rightfully enter First High School.
And the identity of a member of the Su family was perfectly suited for this.
The plan proceeded smoothly. Using First High School's students as vessels, stealing the power of the 'god' was feasible.
The day his brother emerged would be the day he fully mastered the power of the 'god'.
Even if it took several hundred years, it didn't matter. The power he had already stolen was more than enough to sustain him for thousands of years.
Everything was proceeding according to his plan until the most favored youngest son of the Su family enrolled in the school.
His 'eldest brother' had repeatedly and earnestly urged him to take good care of his 'little nephew.'
Song Wei's gaze fell upon the arrogant and unruly young man beside him. The youth had always been domineering and overbearing; ever since Song Wei arrived at the Su family villa, the boy had never once looked up to meet his eyes properly.
This 'little nephew' was even more irritating than his own younger brother.
Song Wei smiled and assured his 'eldest brother' that he would definitely take good care of his 'little nephew.'
Since he had promised to take good care of him, naturally, he would fulfill his duty with the utmost diligence.
Song Wei was in an excellent mood. He stood leisurely by the window, looking outside.
He had originally just taken a casual glance, but that single glance made his gaze freeze.
Was that… his 'little nephew'?
The face was still the same face, yet the impression he gave off had completely changed. It was like a pearl covered in dust, suddenly wiped clean, beginning to emit an incomparably dazzling radiance.
Even his arrogance and haughtiness had transformed into something noble and endearing.
The moment Song Wei saw the young man lift his head, it felt as if the world had suddenly turned from black and white into full color.
Song Wei stared blankly at the youth on the sports field, his pupils even dilating slightly. His entire demeanor became somewhat unrestrained as he pressed his hand against the glass window, his gaze fixed intently on the figure below.
He wanted him.
He wanted him so very much.
A desire he had never felt before rose from the depths of his heart, beginning to grow wildly like weeds under moonlight, entangling and enveloping his entire heart.
He wanted this person.
An old house catching fire—this probably described it best.
Song Wei had never thought about the future, nor had he ever considered a partner. But now, his mind was filled entirely with the young man's figure, with a future intertwined with him.
He had even already envisioned what methods he would use to make the young man's parents disappear without a trace if they disapproved.
If he lost his doting parents, the boy would have no one to rely on but him, his only 'relative,' wouldn't he?
Song Wei knew his thoughts were wrong, but he couldn't control himself. His gaze was like that of a wild beast locking onto its prey, closely following the moving figure on the sports field.
When he saw the youth knocked down by someone, Song Wei's eyes darkened slightly, his indifferent gaze filled with murderous intent.
However, when he clearly saw who had knocked the youth down, he suppressed that killing urge.
Song Yu, a member of the Song family who had come to reinforce the seal after ten years.
The sealing ten years ago had already failed. Stealing the power of the "god" still required time, and Song Yu could not be harmed for now.
Song Wei disliked it when the youth looked seriously at others, even if it was just to humiliate them. He went downstairs and took the youth away.
Song Wei was glad he had replaced Su Zhiwei, gaining a legitimate chance to get close to the youth—after all, he was his "uncle."
An uncle taking care of his nephew was only natural.
But there were also many things that the identity of "uncle" did not conveniently allow.
The youth was noble and arrogant, making one’s heart itch just by looking at him—just looking made one want to bully him.
The way he would cry from fear must be incredibly beautiful.
Song Wei thought so, and so he acted.
He pretended to be a robber and kidnapped the youth.
But the youth was much smarter than he had imagined, and far more ruthless. When he saw the youth deliberately crashing toward the blade, Song Wei’s heart seemed to stop for a moment. Without thinking, he reached out to block the blade.
The youth crashed into it with considerable force, and the knife sank deeply into Song Wei’s flesh. But Song Wei had no mind to check his own hand. Instead, he immediately looked down to see if the person beneath him was hurt.
Only after confirming that the youth had not suffered the slightest injury did he let out a sigh of relief, and the panic and dread in his heart eased slightly.
He was done for.
He had completely fallen for the youth.
He couldn’t bear to hurt him, nor could he bear to see him suffer even a scratch. Fortunately, he had never revealed his true identity. He had enough time to win the youth’s heart.
And enough time to build a happy future with the youth.
The future—just the thought of it made Song Wei’s heart swell, as if filled with something indescribable.
It was as though his very existence was meant to meet this youth.
Before encountering the youth, if someone had told him he would give up strength for someone he loved, he would have scoffed in disdain.
Yet it seems that changing one's goal is just that simple. Decades of perseverance instantly became as fragile as paper, utterly defenseless.
He was poisoned by someone named Su Qing, and he savored every drop of it.
But the youth was too dazzling, attracting the covetous gazes of many lowly ants.
No matter—he would eliminate these ants one by one, making them understand what it means to covet someone who doesn’t belong to them.
The youth would be his alone.
What Song Wei didn’t expect, however, was that his younger brother had also fallen for the youth. Not only had he frightened the youth repeatedly, but he had even killed Song Yu before the sealing ritual could succeed, all to escape ahead of time.
Song Yu died before the sealing ritual, right in front of the youth.
In a tragic, twisted manner, he made sure the youth would remember him forever.
Song Wei was deeply displeased. In that moment, he wanted nothing more than to destroy everything—no one deserved to leave a mark on the youth, not even by dying before him. But the person trembling in his arms made him suppress the ferocity in his heart. He had to comfort the one he held first.
Song Yu’s death disrupted his plans. Moreover, driven by obsession with the youth, Song Yu turned into a vengeful ghost after death, turning First High School into his haunted domain.
Song Wei no longer had time to deal with Song Yu. He had to go to Song Village and bring people back to complete the sealing ritual, or no one could bear the wrath of the “god.”
But it was too late. By the time he returned, the “god” had already awakened.
Song Wei stared at the familiar look in the “god’s” eyes and froze in place. That gaze was all too familiar—just like the way he looked at the youth.
So, that’s how it was.
In that instant, Song Wei understood everything. There was no stealing the “god’s” power at all—he had long ceased to be himself.
The moment he was tainted by the “god’s” power, he had already become a part of the “god,” even if the “god” didn’t care at all.
His deep love for the youth was only because the “god” loved the youth so deeply. He was merely an ant carrying a sliver of the “god’s” power.
The “god” had fallen into slumber not because it was sealed by the Song family, but because it was waiting for its beloved to descend into this world.
In a world without the youth, it did not wish to remain awake.
That was all.
And yet, these lowly ants had dared to lay hands on the youth the “god” loved so deeply while it slept.
Now, the true master had appeared. It would never allow these ants to continue existing, nor would it allow them to keep coveting the youth it loved so deeply.
They cannot live.
For some reason, Song Wei feels a surge of unwillingness. Of course he's unwilling. Even if his love for the youth stemmed from the deity, he still wanted to have the youth all to himself.
But now, he can only watch as the youth rests in someone else's arms.
In the days to come, there will be no him, and there will be no youth.
Yet a sudden change occurs. Watching the youth's figure vanish on the spot, and seeing the deity's slightly panicked expression, Song Wei reveals a radiant smile.
Wonderful.
No one has gained him.
The youth remains free.
