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There is a legend that goes like this:
When you are trapped in utter despair, an intense wish can summon a mysterious Guardian God.
He will sneak in through your window on a dark and stormy night, leaving beside your pillow a doll that brings good fortune.
Once the doll appears, all misfortune will be reversed.
Of course, legends are just legends. Most people scoffed, dismissing it as a fabricated supernatural tale.
The head of the Fu Corporation once thought the same—
until the night his company’s capital chain collapsed and he lay awake in despair, only to catch a rich, unfamiliar fragrance drifting through his room.
Half-asleep, he saw a cloaked youth perch lightly on the windowsill. As the cloak shifted, it revealed pale legs bound snugly by long stockings.
The next morning, a soft little lamb plush toy sat on his desk.
Soon after, the phone rang—
the company’s financing succeeded, and the enterprise was revived from the brink of death.
From then on, at every major auction, he purchased the finest gemstones at sky-high prices. When reporters asked why, he no longer showed his usual impatience.
“My younger brother likes gemstones.
If there are rare pieces available, contact the Fu Group.
No matter how many—buy them all.”
—
A concertmaster violinist was forced out of his orchestra for refusing to give way to a favored celebrity and was subsequently blacklisted across the industry.
He woke up one day to find a penguin plush toy in his arms—
and an invitation from the world’s top orchestra.
The fallen prodigy reclaimed his throne, his performances selling out instantly.
Yet passersby often heard violin lullabies drifting from his estate every morning.
Asked about it in an interview, he smiled brightly.
“My younger brother likes listening before bed.
He sleeps early—he’s in the country.”
—
A retired movie emperor who suddenly rose to fame again.
A former esports prodigy who returned to the peak after a hand injury.
More and more powerful figures inexplicably gained a “younger brother”—
all sharing eerily similar traits.
Netizens:
Guys… did you all somehow get the same brother?
—
The “younger brother” himself knew nothing about any of this.
That night, clutching a dinosaur plush, he climbed through his target’s window—
only for the lights to suddenly turn on.
A grotesque mask was ripped off, revealing beneath it a breathtakingly beautiful face.
The mastermind had never imagined such a face beneath the mask. As ecstasy rose—
The gold-thread patterns on the youth’s cloak flared to life, converging into a towering black phantom that lunged forward.
“My precious one—
who gave you permission to touch him?”
Black mist engulfed the room. Before the reckless man could scream, he was nailed brutally to the ceiling.
Silence returned.
Only then did the black shadow turn coldly toward the corner.
“Learned your lesson?
National Treasure Little Brother.”
Wrapped in his cloak, Wu Yi huffed, cheeks puffed in anger, muttering softly after a long pause.
“Don’t I only have one big brother?”
“…You do.”
The shadow sighed softly, dissolving into a fluffy black mass that slipped into Wu Yi’s arms, lifting him gently and nuzzling his soft cheek.
It turned out—
Even a Guardian God had his own lucky doll.
