"Walid" The Supreme Idiot

The city streets were alive with whispers. Rumors of a foolish boy who had publicly humiliated a noble had spread like wildfire.

And at the heart of these rumors?

Walid. The ultimate nuisance. The walking headache. The menace in human form.

But right now?

He was busy stuffing his face with stolen meat buns.

"Mmm… delicious! 🤤"

He wiped the grease off his lips and grinned.

"Man, I love this world. No school, no responsibilities, just free food and free entertainment! 🤡"

Little did he know, trouble was already hunting him down.

The Nobleman's Return

In the distance, the ground shook as a group of warriors stomped through the marketplace. Leading them was the furious noble from before, his face twisted with pure rage.

His name? Zhao Rengui. A young master of the prestigious Zhao Clan—one of the city's wealthiest and most feared families.

"Find that little rat! I will tear him apart limb by limb! 😡"

His guards nodded in unison, their swords clanking against their armor as they scattered through the crowd.

Meanwhile, Walid, completely unaware, was licking his fingers like a satisfied cat.

That is, until—

A powerful aura filled the air.

Walid froze mid-chew.

The crowd fell silent.

And then—

"THERE YOU ARE, YOU FILTHY PEST! 🤬🔪"

Walid turned his head slowly.

Zhao Rengui stood at the other end of the street, his eyes burning with murder, his fists clenched so tight they looked ready to explode.

Walid blinked.

Then, his survival instincts kicked in.

"Oh… oh no. 😨"

Without a second thought—

HE RAN.

"AAAHHHH!!! HELP!!! 😭🐶"Operation: Become a Helpless Puppy

Walid weaved through the streets like a rat escaping a hawk, knocking over baskets, shoving people aside, flipping carts—anything to slow down the raging noble behind him.

But Zhao Rengui wasn't alone. His guards chased from all sides, cutting off every possible escape route.

Walid's heart pounded. He needed a plan. Fast.

And then—

He saw her.

At the far end of the market, standing beneath the shade of a tall pavilion, was a woman in a crimson robe.

She was breathtaking. Long black hair, cold golden eyes, a presence so strong it made the air feel heavy.

A noble lady.

And in that instant, Walid made the dumbest decision of his life.

He bolted toward her.

And the moment he got close—

He threw himself behind her and clung to her robe like a lost puppy.

"MISTRESS, SAVE ME! 😭🐶💕"

The entire marketplace froze in shock.

Zhao Rengui and his guards skidded to a stop.

The woman raised an eyebrow.

Silence.

Tension.

Then, Walid went full drama mode.

"Mistress! These big scary men wanna hurt me! 😖💔 I was just trying to buy a snack, and they started chasing me! Please, I'm just a weak, innocent little boy! 🥺🐶"

He clutched her sleeve tighter, staring up at her with the biggest, most tearful puppy eyes possible.

The crowd watched in disbelief.

Even Zhao Rengui, whose rage could've melted steel, was too stunned to react.

One of his guards whispered.

"D-Did that brat just… claim the lady as his mistress? 💀"

The other gasped.

"H-He's touching her robe! He's TOUCHING HER ROBE! 🤯"

Then… the unthinkable happened.

The noblewoman, instead of pushing Walid away or striking him down, simply sighed.

And then—

She gently placed a hand on his head.

"Hmph. What an amusing little creature. 😊"

The entire crowd collapsed into CHAOS.

"SHE DIDN'T KILL HIM?!"

"WHO IS THIS WOMAN?!"

"WHY IS SHE SMILING?!"

Meanwhile, Walid was internally celebrating.

"I'M A GENIUS "Zhao Rengui vs. The Mistress

Zhao Rengui finally snapped out of his shock.

His face twisted in rage, but there was something else in his eyes—

Fear.

He clenched his fists, trying to control his voice.

"L-Lady Jingfei… this brat… insulted me in public. He must be punished! "

Walid peeked out from behind her, still clinging to her robe.

"Mistress, don't listen to him! 😭 He just hates orphans!"

DING!

🔊 [+30 Provocation Points!]

Jingfei smirked.

"Is that true, Young Master Zhao? You hate orphans?"

The noble's face turned pale.

"W-Wait! No! That's not what I meant! 😱"

The surrounding crowd began whispering.

"Oh no… did Zhao Rengui just say he hates orphans?"

"I always knew the Zhao Clan was heartless. 😒"

"Wow. Picking on a defenseless child? How low. 🤦‍♂️"

Zhao Rengui's soul nearly left his body.

"N-No! This isn't—!!"

Jingfei raised a hand.

"Enough."

Silence.

Then—

She patted Walid's head.

"This boy is under my protection now. If anyone lays a hand on him…"

Her gaze turned cold, her aura darkened, and the ground beneath her feet cracked slightly.

"I will make sure they regret it. 😈🔥"

The crowd shuddered.

Zhao Rengui visibly trembled.

"L-Lady Jingfei… this isn't over. 😡"

He turned, his face twisted with humiliation, and stormed away with his guards.

The tension eased. The market returned to normal.

And Walid?

Walid peeked up at Jingfei with a grin.

"Mistress, you're so cool! 😍"

Jingfei rolled her eyes.

"Enough with the act, little brat. I know you're not as weak as you pretend to be. 😏"

Walid froze.

"Eh?"

Jingfei smirked.

"But… you amuse me. I'll let you stay with me. For now. 😉"

And with that, Walid had officially secured himself a powerful backer.

But little did he know—

This was only the beginning.

Epilogue: The Storm Ahead

Deep in the Zhao Clan's estate, Zhao Rengui paced back and forth in rage.

His father, Zhao Wenlong, a mighty elder of the clan, watched him with a frown.

"So… you were humiliated by a mere child?"

Zhao Rengui gritted his teeth.

"He's not normal, father. That brat… he's a demon. I WILL have my revenge. "

His father's eyes narrowed.

"Then you must be patient. We will strike when the time is right."

Zhao Rengui's fists clenched.

His hatred for Walid had now reached its peak.

And in the shadows—

Enemies were beginning to gather.

[TO BE CONTINUED…]