(All characters in this novel are adults. Even the so-called underage lolis are hundreds of years old and legally recognized as juvenile lolis.)
I—
My name is Si Xinyan.
I’m not one of those world-hopping transmigrators, nor do I have some overpowered system you see everywhere.
As you can tell, I’m just an ordinary person.
A regular human being, with no “golden finger” or cheat ability like in those web novels.
In front of the hospital.
I held the final diagnosis in my hand—late-stage cancer.
There was no avoiding it.
This was my reality.
Just like every edgy teenager, I once had a dream.
A fantasy where I could do anything, be anyone.
But now—that dream has shattered.
I really am just painfully, utterly normal.
In that moment, I felt a wave of exhaustion wash over me.
Everything suddenly seemed meaningless.
Family.
Life.
All the pressure I’d bottled up over the years had finally become the last straw, breaking whatever willpower I had left.
Let me tell you a rather funny story.
I was the kind of fake young master that people love to hate in web novels.
The type who was adopted by a rich family after the real daughter went missing.
And when that daughter was finally found and brought home, I was overwhelmed with panic and jealousy.
To win more affection, I constantly fought with her—competing openly and scheming in secret.
But what was never mine… was never truly mine.
Everything from back then feels like karma, crashing down on me now.
At this point, I’m really just… tired.
I don’t want to fight for anything anymore.
At the very moment I went to the hospital alone…they were having a family dinner.
A dinner that—didn’t include me.
After all, what family would truly like an adopted son who constantly stepped out of line?
In that moment—I finally saw things clearly.
All those minor arguments and petty schemes from the past…
My adoptive parents had noticed them all.
They remembered everything.
They must’ve been fed up with me long ago.
So, if that’s the case—I slowly tilted my head back, staring at the empty villa in front of me.
Yesterday was my coming-of-age ceremony.
There were no fireworks.
No birthday wishes.
All the cold shoulders, the indifferent faces, the scornful glances—they were telling me one thing: I was no longer a part of this family.
I thought—maybe it’s time I moved out.
I didn’t bring anything with me.
Just like the day I was adopted, I left the villa with nothing but myself.
All my bank cards were sitting on the table in the living room.
Holding the cancer diagnosis in my hand, I wandered forward in a daze, aimless.
Night quietly fell.
Only then did I realize I’d somehow ended up in a graveyard.
I’d heard people say this place was once a mass burial site in the feudal era.
Thousands of baby girls had been abandoned here.
I suddenly laughed at myself, bitterly.
I was already someone on death’s door—what was there left to fear?
I leaned against a tombstone, drowning in sorrow, and somewhere between thoughts and grief…
I fell asleep.
*****
In the dead of night, only a few crows remained, cawing harshly atop bare branches.
The wind howled like knives, swirling endlessly with a chilling whimper.
Surrounded by rows of eerie, sinister tombstones, the place formed a terrifying scene that would drive any living soul away.
There wasn’t a single light in sight—only one young boy sleeping peacefully in the darkness.
Then suddenly—the air filled with the cries of countless infants.
But listen closer, and those cries twisted into chilling, grotesque giggles.
Their laughter mingled with the howling wind that echoed through the graveyard, forming a nightmarish symphony that could scare the soul right out of a person.
Out of nowhere— a swarm of vengeful spirits began to gather in the sky.
It was a manifestation of endless resentment—the collective hatred of countless abandoned baby girls.
She stared down at the boy below with eyes full of hatred, glaring at him like she loathed all of humanity.
“Die—”
Newly born into consciousness, all she had in her heart was the desire to destroy.
Her voice was both childlike and terrifying, echoing relentlessly through the wild night.
In the very next instant—with a flickering, ghostly afterimage, she lunged toward the sleeping boy below.
Her sharp claws stretched out, aiming to crush his neck—but suddenly, she froze.
It was as if she had found herself in a place that soothed her…in those eyes once full of hatred, a rare trace of clarity flickered.
This was—a once-in-a-millennium Yin Constitution?
After a brief moment of hesitation, she dove directly into the boy’s abdomen.
A minute later, all the eerie signs vanished.
The wind stilled.
Everything returned to silence.
Looking at the peaceful scene now, no one would believe the horrors that had just occurred.
*****
The next morning.
At the foot of Mount Wuming, two hunters who had come up the mountain to poach were walking along the path.
The sky was just starting to brighten,and the two of them trudged through the dewy underbrush.
One of them shuddered and said, “I thought I was gonna die last night. Good thing we didn’t take the wrong path.”
His companion replied, “They say no one who wanders into that old mass grave ever comes out alive.”
“Yeah, no way someone could survive that.”
The younger hunter suddenly pointed ahead, his voice stammering.
“Wait—”
“L-Look over there!!!”
“What are you going on about now?”
The older hunter, usually calm and composed, started scolding him—but then his eyes went wide too.
There, at the edge of the abandoned burial ground they’d just described as a place no living person could survive—a living person was really walking out.
And it was… a boy.
A very young-looking one, at that.
“Hello. Excuse me, but… where am I?”
I rubbed my sleepy eyes, confused as to how I’d ended up far from the city in such a remote, wild place.
“You—you’re really alive?!”
I rolled my eyes.
“Of course I am. A hundred percent real. I even cast a shadow.”
Fifteen minutes later.
With the two hunters explaining things to me, I finally understood where I had spent the night.
A mass grave?
No one ever walks out alive??
Was it really that terrifying?
I scoffed to myself inwardly—after just one night’s sleep, I actually felt lighter, as if my whole body were floating on air.
After saying goodbye to the two hunters, I made my way to the main road and was just about to call for a ride—
When suddenly, I saw an elderly man in a Taoist robe walking straight toward me.
He looked incredibly old—his hair and beard were completely white.
His withered frame looked so frail it made you wonder if he’d keel over at any moment.
And yet—he kept staring at me, which sent a chill down my spine.
Unable to hold it in, I snapped, “Even if you’re an elder, that doesn’t mean you can just stare at me like that.”
The old Taoist looked like someone who hadn’t smiled in decades,and his gaze only grew heavier.
“You brought out the ghost infant that just ascended to a Ghost King?”
“What ghost infant? What Ghost King? What the hell are you babbling about?”
I really didn’t want to deal with some old man spewing supernatural nonsense.
Was he going to try and sell me something next?
I ignored him and walked past.
But he kept staring at my stomach, making no move to stop me.
After a moment of thought, he suddenly let out a carefree laugh.
“Well then—though you’re a vessel of resentment, you’ve only just developed a trace of consciousness. That’s no small feat.”
“And you’ve harmed no one. So I suppose… I’ll give you a chance.”
“Since this is your own choice, this old Taoist won’t forcibly interfere.”
“But—”
“For a ghost infant to regain a body and earn a human lifespan, it’s an act that defies the natural order.”
“Only a once-in-a-millennium Yin Constitution could make it possible.”
“What a bizarre twist of fate.
Who’s to say it isn’t just karma, playing out as destined?”
He let out a long sigh.
“Well then. I’ll make one inquiry on your behalf.”
“After all, in this world—who wants to be made a mother against their will, without so much as being asked?”
In the blink of an eye, he appeared directly in front of me—scaring the hell out of me.
“There’s a ghost infant inside your belly,” he said bluntly.
“Are you willing to give birth to her, to help her reclaim life—and form a bond of karmic motherhood?”
I stumbled back a step, glaring at the Daoist. “Are you out of your damn mind? Jumping out like that just to scare me?”
“What girl? Give birth to who?”
“Let me make something very clear: I’m a guy, thank you.”
The old Daoist looked at my utterly clueless expression, his eyes slowly filling with… pity.
So this kid still hasn’t realized anything?
Calling him dense would be putting it lightly.
“Obviously I mean the thing inside your stomach.”
“If you don’t believe me, go ahead—touch it yourself.”
“What kind of lunatic Daoist says stuff like this? Seriously, what the hell…” I was already grumbling and cursing under my breath.
I mean, who wouldn’t be completely weirded out if someone suddenly jumped out and said something like that?
And yet—despite my protests, my hand moved on its own, as if drawn by some unseen force.
I pressed it against my stomach.
And in that instant, cold sweat drenched my back.
It was like being plunged into an ice-cold abyss, terror exploding from the depths of my bones.
I watched in horror—as my belly gave a faint squirm,
As though—a tiny infant hand inside had pressed back against mine, separated only by a thin layer of skin.