Goddess Development Plan

"Pa pa pa, pa pa pa, pa pa pa pa pa pa. Tell me, do your faces still hurt?"

"Sorry to disappoint you all—but it's going to keep happening. This disappointment will continue, until you're constantly getting slapped in the face. If you don't want to keep living like that, then change accounts or don't show up again."

"What I'm about to say might cause you extreme psychological stress or cognitive impairment—severe cases may result in total brain death, lighter cases in profound remorse."

"Final warning: before reading further, ask yourself if you've ever slandered me. If so, don't continue. If you end up hospitalized from anger, I won't be held responsible."

"Alright, looks like some people don't understand human language. So just keep reading every word I write with those pathetic eyes. Don't laugh—or you might end up getting dissected. After all, post-founding, magical animals aren't allowed to exist."

In truth, Huaxia had no such rule about "no magical animals after the founding of the nation," but that wasn't the point—she was just taking a roundabout way to insult them.

After all, when it came to roasting people, she had once spent quite a bit of time lurking in forums and chatrooms in her past life. She had developed a decent keyboard warrior skillset—able to make people cry without using a single swear word. Now, she was simply dusting off that old talent to teach some people a lesson.

"I've never been a petty person—most people know that. But I've also never been a particularly magnanimous person—not many know that."

"A lot of people follow the belief: 'Endure for a moment, and the storm will pass. Take a step back, and the sea will open wide.' I'm not saying that mindset is wrong. But for those who press you step by step and try to drive you into a corner, I don't think mercy is warranted. That kind of baseless tolerance only emboldens them to do more harm. I think many of you have experienced this firsthand, haven't you?"

"I'm just a student—a girl who won't even start eighth grade until next school year. I haven't been taught any grand moral doctrines, nor have I heard that one shouldn't fight back when bullied. Since I was little, my family taught me: 'How to repay resentment? With straightforwardness. How to repay kindness? With kindness.'"

"It means: How do you treat those who treat you poorly? With direct retaliation. How do you treat those who are kind to you? With the best kind of return. I don't know if this is what you all believe, but for me, it's exactly what I want to say. Of course, I believe those who understand will understand. And for those who don't… well, we shouldn't expect animals to understand human speech."

"Therefore, I won't forgive those who slander, defame, insult, or humiliate me for no reason. But I also know—unless I shatter the rumors with undeniable excellence, saying more is useless."

"That's why, from the very beginning, I didn't argue back when they came at me. I didn't say a word in my own defense. I only said—I would prove it with results. And judging from how things are going, I think I've done just that."

"I don't know what kind of environment those people grew up in, to stoop so low as to target a thirteen-year-old girl. They must live very sad lives."

"Because aside from venting their hatred and slander online, they seem incapable of doing anything else. Poor students, bad jobs, unlucky in love, muddled in everything. Filled with resentment toward life, they aim their hostility and destructive impulses at anyone better than them. That's my guess, at least..."

"Of course, maybe not all of them are like that. In that case, I'd like to know—what could possibly make a supposedly normal (or so it seems) person believe someone is guilty with no evidence, just based on malicious speculation? Do you always believe every rumor you hear, never once thinking to find the truth for yourself?"

"If you're one of those people, then you're pitiful. You'll spend your whole life under others' shadows, unable to stand others' success, and blind to the fact that you're one of the many—whether directly or indirectly—who hurt others. What you care about is so-called peace of mind, so-called justice."

"Then let me ask: if that peace of mind is built on the harm of countless others, can you really rest easy? If that justice requires destroying the life of someone who's done nothing wrong—just someone more talented than most—is that really justice?"

"Then I'm sorry, you're nothing more than a person who's laughable, pitiful, hateful, despicable, maddening, infuriating, pathetic, and shameful. Among all those things, the only one you're not is pitiful—because people like you aren't worth pity. And frankly, people who behave like that don't even deserve to be called human. Even animals have independent thought. What right do you have to be called human, if all you do is follow the crowd mindlessly?"

"I'm ashamed to be considered the same species as people like that! At least I know shame. At least I have my own opinions. At least I won't hurt others so easily. At least I won't twist myself into a pervert just to fulfill some dark urge."

"If you're not one of those two types, then congrats—you're something not even qualified to be called trash. Hurting others just for fun, just to join in the excitement, just because it makes you happy, just because you think it's satisfying, just because you get pleasure from it—and continuing to do so."

"People like that—who know exactly what they're doing, who have no grudge against the victim, and still think they're doing nothing wrong—those are the ones that chill me to the bone. They've lost even the most basic moral boundaries. All that's left is their addiction to satisfying their own evil and desire. To those people, I have little else to say—only this: the place you were meant to grow was in a parasite's egg, not a human womb."

After finishing that paragraph, Chu Lian let out a long breath. She had pretty much said everything she needed to. This wasn't just revenge against her attackers—it was also preparation for what was coming.

As she said, she wasn't petty, but she wasn't generous either. Expecting her to endure malicious slander and attacks with silence, like other celebrities might? She couldn't do that. What she could do—was fight back as fiercely as possible.

Maybe that would rub many people the wrong way in society. But she wouldn't change. Because this was her bottom line. Everyone has one. Do what you want outside of it, fine. But once it's crossed—only retribution awaits.

In ancient times, there was the saying: "The fury of a common man spills blood within five steps." Now, there was: "The wrath of a loli slaps faces by the dozens."

And there would indeed be many slapped faces. She had paid a hefty price to ask the system how many people had taken part in this malicious attack. The number it gave her was in the five digits. Only a few dozen were originally hired—the rest were people who simply wanted to harm others.

So this time, the system actually gave her advice: "Retaliate directly. Show your personality. Let your fans take sides early—this is the best strategy given your current position."

The people supporting her were her dearest family, longtime friends, classmates, and even a few of her and Ayase's admirers. They weren't many—but they were strong enough to keep her from backing down.

After a moment's thought, she bit her lip and typed one final line:

"Whether now or in the future, I will never go easy on those who cross my bottom line. Some people may sneer, calling me naive, saying I don't understand the world. That's fine. Just wait—one day, I'll prove with facts that my choice was the right one."

"That's all I, BlackNeko, have to say. If you still think I'm worth supporting after this, then walk with me down this path. If you think this means I have no grace, then feel free to leave."

"Hmph, I'm flat-chested by nature, so of course I have no 'grace'—duh?!"

"Anyway, that's all for now. See you in the next piece of work."

After posting the comment, it stirred up a massive wave of discussion online. Countless people joined in, slowly drowning out the negative impact from before.