Depois de ser rejeitado pela deusa, tornei-me o rei dos estoques no apocalipse

On the brightly lit city streets, crowds surged endlessly, the clamor tinged with an uncanny calm.

"Li Hexuan, I’ve made myself very clear—we are not from the same world! You can’t give me the life I want. Stop pestering me!"

The cold, piercing voice stabbed into his ears. Li Hexuan faltered for a moment, then suddenly sobered. Ignoring the furious girl before him, he hastily pulled out his phone to check the time—

December 17th, 2022, 7:24 pm.

"As I thought... I really am back!"

He looked up at the woman who had once reduced him to dust—Jia Shuwen. Her face was twisted with disgust, as if he were some repulsive piece of trash.

Memories crashed over him like a tide.

In his previous life, he had groveled before Jia Shuwen for three years, only to be betrayed by her when the apocalypse struck—she had joined forces with his nemesis, Chen Hao, to orchestrate his death. Now, reborn, how could he possibly make the same mistake again?

"Li Hexuan! Are you deaf?!" Jia Shuwen’s voice grew shriller as he remained silent.

Smack!

A loud slap landed on her cheek. Jia Shuwen clutched her face, staring at him in disbelief. "You... you dare hit me?!"

"That slap is what you owed me." Li Hexuan’s voice was icy as he turned and walked away.

He had no time to waste on someone like her.

"Li Hexuan! Just you wait! How dare you hit me? I’ll make sure your reputation is ruined!"

Jia Shuwen immediately began plotting to ruin Li Hexuan’s name, already devi