Chapter 1: Face-SppingEver since I can think, I've been a sucker for fantasy stories. But I noticed quickly that my taste was a bit different than the rest. Unlike others, who liked the story and world-building, I just wanted the MC to kick some asses.
That's why I came to like Chinese stories the most. After all, which country has so many books, where the MC face-sps everyone?
As they say, if you want a naive and dense protagonist, go read Manga, if you want a story with gates, go read Manhwa and if you want to see face-spping moments, read Manhua.
Another thing I loved to do, was to imagine myself taking the protagonist's seat and spping some face too. After all, who wouldn't want to get reincarnated into another world?
There were also things I hated, but there was one trope I hated especially. Arranged or Forced Marriage. In fact, I didn't like any kind of romance, but I could still accept it if it was romance created through the loving feelings of both sides.
But If somebody dared to create a character, that tried to use some leverage to create a marriage with the MC and succeeded, even worse, if the MC ended up loving them back and it turned into two-sided feelings, then I would drop it immediately.
Just because those damned authors didn't have the skills to make them fall for each other naturally, they resorted to such stupid storylines, that ended up destroying the story.
You probably noticed it already, but I hated it when the main character was in any kind of disadvantageous situation.
These preferences came from a trauma.
Back then I was still in middle school and was very naive. Some cssmates invited me to a party, and I, being the fool I was, accepted without suspecting anything.
During the party, they tried to give me alcohol several times. At first, I refused. My parents had given me plenty of warnings, not to drink and I had read a lot of novels and such, in which the MC would become incredibly loose-mouthed.
But as they say, the forbidden candy is the sweetest one. After some time I finally gave in to the temptations and the group pressure of being the only one not having drunk anything yet.
What happened after that was something I couldn't recall, and everything seemed fine, until the next day in school when a girl from my css, the one that organised the party, asked me for a moment of my time.
I agreed and we went to a secluded spot. There she showed me a video, and although I wasn't seen on the video, my voice was heard several times, saying some less-than-savoury things, that would actually suggest me raping her.
When I saw that, I was shocked. I knew myself well enough to know that I would never do such a thing, but the video was well made and I couldn't find any faults on it.
"From now on you're my sve.", she confidently told me, "If you don't want others seeing this video, that is."
I could only bow down, as I still cared about my reputation.
From then on, she treated me like a sve. She wanted money? No problem, after all, she can ask her sve. She wanted some drinks? No problem, after all, she can make her sve bring them.
But I didn't stay still and quietly plotted my revenge. And so, one day I came to her and asked:
"You faked that video, in which I supposedly rape you, didn't you?"
"How come that's topic only now?", she answered with a question.
"Answer me!", I shouted with fake anger.
"Okay, okay. Yes, I faked it.", A grin spread upon her face, "Now what are you gonna do about it? You saw for yourself, how good it is cut."
"Fuck you!", I said with gritted teeth and stomped away, stopping the recording.
The next day, when asked for money, I refused. She was perplexed and tried to threaten me with the video again, but this time I simply shrugged it off and walked away. A bad decision in retrospect, as she could have sensed something was off and seen through my trick, but luckily it wasn't a problem.
A day ter, as promised, she showed the video to the css. Their first reaction was shock, but after that they were mad. Mad at me for raping their goddess. That was until I pyed my recording. Once again shock. Seeing the shocked look on her face was priceless.
"That's what I'm gonna do about it.", I told her with a smirk.
At this moment, the anger of the css, previously directed at me, was now directed at her.
That was the most satisfying day of my life, but although I solved the problem, the events before this had a serious impact on my life.
Gone was the naive innocent boy. Instead, I turned into a cautious distrusting guy. And I really mean distrusting, unlike those characters that say they would never trust a human again, only to trust one, moments ter.
This became so bad, that I stopped going to school and only spent time with my parents, the only people I still trusted aside from my brother. Still, the trust also only went as far as: "What good would it do them to hurt me."
During that time, I programmed a lot of games, that I ter released, earning a lot of money. It was one of my biggest talents and one of the few things, that I liked aside from watching face-spping moments.
Aside from making me extremely cautious and distrustful, the incident had another effect. It made me love face-spping moments even more. After all, I had experienced, how great face-spping could feel when I did it in front of the whole css.
When I turned 18, I left my parent's house using the money I had saved up from programming and bought a house and when I turned 20 I started uploading videos of gamepy on MeTube.
While doing MeTube, I made sure not to let anybody find out my identity by using a voice changer and only ever showing the screen.
Throughout the next ten years and thanks to interaction with my fans I was gradually coming out of the shell, I had built for myself and although I still couldn't bring myself to trust anyone, I was at least capable of basic human interaction again.
Then, one day after I turned 31, I left my house, which by then had already become a vil to buy food. On the way, you guessed it, truck-kun did its work and when I woke up, I was in a completely white room.
