Heroic Death System (BL)

ARC 12 : I AM AN EVIL PEN

This time he had turned into a pen; and it was a pen, that from name alone sounded like it was fucking with everyone—‘evil pen.’ Basically, he was a pen spirit that fed on negative energy.

The origin of his birth cannot be queried. Since he had gained consciousness, he had lived by absorbing the negative energy of human beings. All of their negative elements such as jealousy, anger, evil thoughts, lust, killing and so on were food for the pen spirit. The pen spirit himself could also affect the minds of others. Any person with a weak will could be influenced to make wrong choices and take the wrong path under the spirit’s command, thus generating more negative energy.

According to the changes of the times and the needs of the environment, the pen could change its shape at will. From his original shape as a quill, to brush  to fountain pen, ballpoint pen, gel pen and even chalk, crayons, markers, etc.

And up to the present day, he has turned into (planet) Tahm’s most commonly used pen—magic pen. Magic pens were a kind of paper and digital writing pens that came in various shapes, including brooch, cuff link, lipstick, earring, wrist watch, etc.

    

The evil pen survived for thousands of years and never worried about food shortage. Complex human natures could always produce all kinds of strange negative energies. But his end finally came upon him when he was obtained by a “peerless good man.”. No matter how he bewitched him, this man always stuck to his principles and maintained an optimistic and kind nature. Even if he had nothing, he never complained about others. He could be regarded as a model saint.

The evil pen absorbs negative energy by signing a contract first. Only when the contract is established could it absorb the negative energy from the contractor and the people around him. Unfortunately, the pen signed a contract with this peerless good man. Since then, he never had enough to eat and became increasingly weak. Fortunately, the negative energy he accumulated from before was enough to sustain its life.

He worked hard to endure until the good old man died. On the day he breathed his last, the pen was filled with tears. He could not help but face upwards and howl: Finally, he was free!

However, he didn’t expect more tragic days to be following.

As a relic of the old man, the pen was passed on to the old man’s son, a boy named Wen Jingrong. To his delight, this man was not as kind and honest as his father. On the contrary, he was decisive in battle, ambitious and was very successful in business. He was regarded as a tiger and wolf mixed in one by many competitors.

The pen thought, the negative energy generated by this man would surely be enough to stuff me. The result, however, was that he could not eat anything at all!

This man was really not a good man, but he had a fortune that made the pen despair. The good karma accumulated by his father during his lifetime had all become a blessing for him! Those who had this kind of blessing were destined to be free from all spirits intruding upon them, to turn bad luck into good fortune, to rise in the world, and obtain much riches in business. It could be said that everything was smooth sailing for him as he went against all odds.

The pen’s did not have a high IQ in the first place, and he seldom chose contractors voluntarily. In his opinion, everyone had negative energy, but it was only a matter of how much. But he didn’t expect to meet a nemesis twice in a row. One was pure in nature and another good in fortune.