Chapter 101: Seeds of Dongdao

Inside the apartment, the soft lighting outlined Chu Che's handsome profile, and the lenses of his gold‑rimmed glasses reflected scene after scene of chaos.

The image showed, within the Weird Editor, a Fake Person being purged by the Federal Weird Investigation Bureau.

He, from the creator's perspective, fully appreciated the bloody drama he had directed himself.

"Interesting."

Chu Che's fingertips tapped lightly on the smooth tabletop, and a playful curve lifted the corner of his mouth.

He was somewhat surprised by the effect the Fake Person could achieve.

He discovered that although he could set the Murder Rule at will, the Weird he created still possessed certain unknown traits.

For example, a Cavity Person can sense its enemies, and after Lin Fan merged with Ling Xinyu, that Fierce Ghost's eye could see through.

The same applied to this Fake Person; he did not expect it to proliferate a small district in such a short time.

Indeed, it is a high‑quality Weird created with 4000 points of karma.

He now looks forward to watching… how the Investigation Bureau will handle its internal Fake Persons in the future.

Chu Che stood up, walked to the window, and murmured, "Besides that, the Investigation Bureau's classification results are also quite interesting…"

The Federal Weird Investigation Bureau divided his creation into two categories: "Fierce Ghost" and "Weird Tale".

That's rather fitting.

The former, such as "Suffocating Ghost Girl", carries a strong individual vengeance, with a clear target, relentless until death.

The latter, like "Smiling Dummy" and "Fake Person", lack a clear self‑awareness, merely following the rules he set, indiscriminately hunting a specific group that shares common traits in society.

It can be said that the purpose of a "Weird Tale" is also revenge.

Only the target of revenge… expands to the entire societal dimension.

Obviously, creating "Weird Tales" to harvest "karma" is far more efficient.

Unfortunately, the material for Weird Tales isn't that easy to find.

Otherwise Chu Che would keep creating Weird Tales.

As Chu Che savored the stage and actors that had delighted him these past days, a faint ripple suddenly reached his consciousness.

Chu Che's gaze paused for a moment.

His short‑video account "Dr. Chu's Medical Mini‑Science", was like an invisible dandelion, scattering countless tiny Weird "Seeds" across the globe.

Every viewer would have a Seed planted in them.

The Seeds themselves have no effect; they are merely coordinates.

But when the host dies, the burst of resentment or obsession becomes a spark that ignites the Seed, allowing him to instantly sense the birth of "material".

This time, he likewise felt the emergence of new material.

However… the situation seemed a bit different?

Because he could sense that the person had not actually died.

A person who didn't die… could be edited into material?

Logically, shouldn't it be the post‑mortem resentment that he detects?

This is the first time such a case has occurred.

Interesting.

Chu Che's thought shifted, and a pure black Shadow peeled away from beneath his feet, instantly merging with the darkness, crossing physical distance, and vanishing.

Federation Far‑East, Dongdao Autonomous Region.

This is a province of the Longxia Federation, and a decade ago it was an independent nation.

Territorial disputes sparked the conflict; at that time a female Prime Minister made a wrong decision, plunging the whole Dongdao into war with the Federation.

In just half a year, all of Dongdao fell, and the emperor signed the surrender document.

Three years later, Dongdao's political system collapsed.

Two more years passed, and Dongdao became an autonomous region of the Longxia Federation, officially gaining international recognition.

In the past year, Dongdao, amid escalating social tensions, turbulent international affairs, and right‑wing rule, has seen a resurgence of the "Island Independence" trend.

Chu Che's Shadow double returned to this place, somewhat nostalgic.

After all, he had spent several years in Tokyo, the capital of Dongdao, while attending university.

It was here that he learned medicine.

It can be said… this is where everything began.

Chu Che's Shadow double lowered its head.

It can be seen that this is a cramped rental room.

The rental's décor is heavily Japanese‑style, with tatami mats, an electric fan…

He looked at the young man sleeping soundly on the bed.

The man slept deeply, breathing evenly, with a faint serene smile on his face.

This is Chu Che's "material".

Not only alive, but living quite well.

Yet Chu Che's Shadow double could "see" a deeper thing fading away.

It was another personality lodged deep within the man's soul, filled with brutality, distortion, and poisonous resentment.

The "him" who is dying is the true material.

This personality, once subjected to school bullying and domestic abuse in youth, and to a twisted society's injustice, harbored a desire to destroy the whole society.

However, as the primary personality recently secured a good job and gained a gentle, cute girlfriend, life became hopeful.

The resentful "him", under the happy sunshine, gradually lost the soil of existence.

An inaudible, silent "spiritual death".

A honest and docile personality was left behind.

A dormant volcano hidden beneath the façade of happiness?

Chu Che could almost imagine the terrifying energy that would erupt from this body when this happiness is mercilessly shattered by external forces.

Pleasure and anticipation rose from his heart.

Chu Che unhesitatingly mobilized the "karma" he had accumulated.

Seeing the massive 35,000‑point figure on the panel, a smile tugged at the corner of his mouth, hard to suppress.

He chose to expend 20,000 karma points, injecting them into the man's body, editing the deceased Li Renge into an unprecedentedly terrifying and weird form.

The man twitched slightly in his sleep, then returned to calm, as if nothing had happened.

But only Chu Che knew that a timed bomb far more terrifying than a Fake Person had already been planted by his own hand.

Having done all this.

Far away in Jiang Hai City, Chu Che satisfiedly recalled the shadow clone he had dispatched to Dongdao.

Chu Che sat back at his computer desk, glanced at his overseas account "Dr. Chu'sHealthTips", whose follower count had quietly surpassed one thousand.

Across the globe, more potential "materials" were unknowingly being drawn by the seeds he had sown.

He believed that, given time, truly excellent material would surely emerge from among these people.

Meanwhile, elsewhere in the Federation.

Warm morning sunlight filtered through the curtains' gaps, spilling into a cozy bedroom.

"Um… husband, what time is it?"

Beautiful wife Su Qing rubbed her sleepy eyes, nudging against her husband Gao Zhiyuan's chest.

"Seven thirty, you can still sleep a bit more, little piggy."

Gao Zhiyuan affectionately pinched his wife's nose, then placed a gentle kiss on her forehead.

He had finished washing up, his body scented with fresh mint toothpaste.

"No way, I have to get up to make breakfast for our little princess."

Su Qing smiled, pushed him aside, slipped on slippers, and walked toward the living room.

Gao Zhiyuan followed, watching his busy wife in the kitchen and his daughter Gao Siwen, perched on the sofa clutching a tablet with an eager expression and cute twin ponytails, feeling a wave of tenderness.

He walked over and gently embraced his wife from behind.

"Honey, you've worked hard."

"Go, go, go, my muscles are all sore, don't delay my fried eggs." Su Qing said so, but her face blossomed with a smile.

Gao Zhiyuan chuckled, then moved closer to his daughter.

"Wenwen, what are you watching, so engrossed?"

"Dad, look!"

Daughter Gao Siwen presented the tablet as if offering a treasure.

On the screen, a young doctor wearing gold‑rimmed glasses, with a warm and scholarly demeanor, was explaining in a clear, resonant voice how to prevent cervical spondylosis.

It was Chu Che's "Dr. Chu's Medical Mini‑Science" segment.

"Oh? You're watching this too," Gao Zhiyuan said, a bit surprised. "Dr. Chu explains it well; I've been watching it lately. Cervical spondylosis, lumbar muscle strain—these are the ailments office workers like us are prone to. You should learn too, prevent problems before they arise."

"Got it, got it, our family's tall pillar," Su Qing said, carrying the fried heart‑shaped egg, teasing, "But… this doctor is really handsome, prettier than many celebrities."

Gao Siwen nodded vigorously, "Yes, yes! Mom, I think Dr. Chu looks so good when he smiles!"

Gao Zhiyuan immediately pretended to be jealous, clutching his chest with a face of "sorrow".

"Fine, you all! While I painstakingly recommend health science to you, you're just watching faces? Are you after someone's body!"

"Pfft!"

Su Qing and Gao Siwen burst into laughter at his exaggerated antics.

"Dad, you're jealous!"

The morning sunlight was filled with laughter and chatter.

Gao Zhiyuan, looking at his wife and daughter's radiant smiles, felt he possessed the whole world.

After finishing the warm breakfast, Gao Zhiyuan put on his suit, ready to leave for work.

"Honey, be careful on the road."

"Dad, goodbye!"

Su Qing helped him adjust his tie, and together with their daughter, planted a big kiss on each side of his cheeks.

"I'm off, love you all!"

Gao Zhiyuan waved, his face radiating boundless anticipation for the future.

The door closed softly.

A huge Family Photo hung on the living‑room wall.

In the picture, Gao Zhiyuan and Su Qing held their cute daughter in the center; all three smiled brilliantly, happiness seeming to spill out of the frame.

The camera slowly froze on this photo.