"Walid" The Supreme Idiot

Narration:- The Uprising of the Jade Blossom Sect

The Jade Blossom Sect had never been this chaotic.

Every disciple, every elder, and even the spiritual beasts could sense it: something was off.

It wasn't just the strange blessing Walid seemed to have, or the way Luo Xin had been awash in fortune.

No. It was his attitude.

His words rang through the courtyard like the toll of a distant bell, a sound of despair.

👤 "I just want to die." 😩

He had said those words countless times already, and yet no one listened.

The Jade Blossom Sect, a sect built on the shoulders of powerful and determined women, couldn't comprehend why he felt this way.

But despite their efforts, their pleas, and their persistent attention, Walid refused to care.

He wanted to fade away.

His eyes, once filled with potential, were now empty.

The System's Ruthless Mockery

But today was different.

The System, which had remained a mere background presence up until now, suddenly flared to life with an unexpected burst of mockery.

🔊 [SYSTEM: "HOST, REALLY? ANOTHER DRAMATIC 'I WANT TO DIE' MOMENT? WHO ARE YOU TRYING TO IMPRESS?"] 😏

Walid's eyes widened. He felt a wave of irritation.

He was already at rock bottom and yet now he was being mocked by a system he couldn't escape.

👤 "Shut up! I don't care anymore!"

The words came out like a broken cry, a voice trapped in a pit of hopelessness.

But the System wasn't done.

🔊 [SYSTEM: "HAH! What a pathetic host. You think you're the only one struggling? There are millions of souls trapped in this world, and yet here you are, whining about your situation."] 🫣

It was cruel.

It was merciless.

And it was exactly what Walid needed—

He gasped, his breath caught in his throat.

His body tensed, but deep down, he knew.

👤 "I... I just want to die…" 😭

Every word felt like a weight on his soul.

And the System didn't let up.

🔊 [SYSTEM: "Why don't you? Go ahead. Fade away like the weakling you are. I'll be waiting to see if anyone cares."] 😈

Walid's hands clenched into fists.

His anger boiled over.

He wanted to scream, but it was like the world had crushed him into silence.

No one cared.

And just as he was about to lash out at the System, the Jade Blossom Sect's disciples appeared, surrounding him.

Luo Xin, who had been so confident in her newfound blessing, stared at him, eyes narrowed.

👤 "What are you doing, Walid?" 😒

His shoulders drooped even further. He couldn't look her in the eye.

👤 "I just… want peace…" 😞

The women around him, the ones who had been vying for his attention, seemed to quietly agree.

The Mockery Intensifies

But the System wasn't done.

🔊 [SYSTEM: "Weren't you supposed to be a 'chosen one'? Did you forget the power you have? Or are you too scared to face it?"] 👀

Walid's body trembled.

He wasn't scared.

At least, not of the power.

He was scared of what it meant.

👤 "I'm not a hero. I'm just… I'm just nothing."

And nothing was all he could feel.

Luo Xin: A New Player in the Game

Luo Xin stepped forward, her gaze sharp and calculating.

👤 "Enough of this nonsense. Stop wallowing in despair. You're not the only one cursed in this world." 😡

She paused, watching him closely.

👤 "If you want to die, then die. But don't expect me to wait for you forever." 😤

Walid's mind was a whirlwind of confusion.

His head pounded as his thoughts scrambled for some meaning, some answer.

But every word that came out of Luo Xin's mouth seemed to drive him further into madness.

And yet, in the back of his mind, a small part of him wondered:

Why do they all care?

The Unseen Hand of Fate

Despite the System's constant mockery, and despite the disciples' whispered words, something in the air had shifted.

The Jade Blossom Sect, now aware of Walid's inner turmoil, was unsure of how to approach him.

Were they supposed to comfort him? Or was his destiny to drown in his own pain?

Luo Qingyan, observing from a distance, had her doubts.

But there was one certainty:

Walid had become more than just a man—

He had become a symbol.

A symbol of despair.

Epilogue: The Descent of Walid

That night, as the moonlight cast its gentle glow over the Jade Blossom Sect, Walid found himself alone in the courtyard.

The disciples had left him, but the echo of their whispers still lingered in the air.

The System, though silent now, still watched over him.

🔊 [SYSTEM: "Is this it? Are you done playing the martyr?"] 😑

Walid's hands trembled, his eyes bloodshot from lack of sleep.

👤 "I just want to die…"

He muttered the words, but there was no one left to hear them.

The night was his, alone.

[TO BE CONTINUED…]