Chapter 163: What Do You Do When Your Little Brother Won't Listen? Just Hit Him! 【Monthly Ticket Bonus】

Reality World, Station 13.

On the screen, Chen Xing stood with her Yao Dao pressed against Chen Kong’s neck.

The chat exploded in real time.

“Gambling dad, sick mom, rebellious little brother, shattered sister!”

“On How My Heroic Little Brother Almost Died Trying to Be a Saint”

“Star Sister: Today, this brat learns what it means to have a big sister!”

Playful banter aside, the Dimensional Audience understood.

From Chen Xing’s perspective, Chen Kong’s actions—risking his life for a stranger—were noble, even heroic.

But to her, it felt cruel. Unforgivably reckless.

Anyone would be furious.

“Just for some woman you barely know… you’d throw your life away?”

On screen, the blade gleamed against Chen Kong’s pale skin. Each word from Chen Xing cut like a shard of ice. Every syllable landed like a hammer blow to his heart.

He wanted to speak.

To explain.

But the moment he met her eyes—filled with such deep, aching disappointment—his voice died in his throat.

All he could do was whisper inwardly:

I’m not reckless. I just can’t bear to watch someone die again.

Especially not someone who once saved my life.

Chen Xing’s face darkened the longer he stayed silent.

Her expression turned colder than winter steel.

What do you do when your little brother won’t listen?

Simple.

Just hit him.

And so, as the Dimensional Audience gasped in horror,

Chen Xing—mouth saying no, body screaming yes—did not turn Chen Kong into another of her “collection.”

But her punishment?

It was far from gentle.

Slap!

She swung the flat of her Yao Dao across his face.

The force was brutal. Chen Kong flew like a broken kite, spinning three full rotations in midair before crashing hard onto the ground with a dull thud.

But it wasn’t over.

She stepped forward, expression blank, towering over her brother’s crumpled form.

“Get up.”

Chen Kong flinched.

His face was numb, half-dead from the blow—but he gritted his teeth and pushed himself up from the ground.

Before he could steady himself, her long leg lashed out like a whip—cracking into his waist.

“Ugh!”

He was sent flying again, crashing into the nearby shopfront. Glass shattered everywhere, raining down like a storm of glittering shards.

Chen Xing pulled back her leg, stepped over the broken glass, and stood at the entrance of the wreckage.

She looked down at her brother, lying broken in the rubble.

“Get up.”

Same order.

Same defiance.

Same agony.

He staggered to his feet—just as she swung the blade’s hilt like a club, smashing it into his stomach.

“Pfft!”

He collapsed against the wall, sliding down into the wreckage, coughing up blood.

Still, her voice remained ice.

“Get up.”

Crack! — A side kick.

“Get up.”

Thwack! — The flat of the blade across his back.

“Get up…”

The scene was pure domestic violence.

The chat went wild.

“OMG, Star Sister’s gone full psycho!”

“Kong Bao, RUN! Your sister’s gone dark mode!”

“On How a Sisterly Fixation Turns Into a Full-Body Discipline”

At the edge of the screen, Tian Dao watched in silence.

His eye twitched.

A cold shiver ran down his spine.

He knew Chen Xing was acting out of worry.

But the sheer force behind those strikes…

It was terrifying.

What if she goes too far? What if she really kills him?

Truth be told, Chen Kong might be naive.

He might be idealistic.

He might even be a little foolish.

But he wasn’t stupid.

In fact, if Tian Dao had to pick one person to have his back in the field—

Besides Kalolin—

It would be Chen Kong.

Because you could trust him with your life.

No betrayal. No ambush.

No cold shot from the shadows.

That loyalty?

That unwavering kindness?

It was rarer than any Miracle Stone.

And that’s why so many had followed him.

Not because he was good at words.

But because he was willing—without hesitation—to give his life for the people he cared about.

And now, those people were standing up for him.

“Enough!”

Vivian could watch no longer.

With her injured shoulder screaming in protest, she limped forward, stepping between Chen Kong and Chen Xing—placing herself in the line of fire.

“I know you’re angry. But this… this is going too far.”

Chen Xing’s eyes flashed with cold fury.

Her Yao Dao blurred into motion—whipping forward, now resting at Vivian’s throat.

Before Vivian could react, she had already been pinned.

“This isn’t interference,” Vivian said, calm despite the blade’s edge.

She took a breath—then, without hesitation, reached forward and grabbed the blade’s sharp edge.

Blood welled from her fingers, dripping down the steel.

“He saved my life.”

Their gazes locked.

Silence crackled between them, thick with unspoken tension.

After a long pause, Chen Xing’s fingers tightened on the hilt.

Then, slowly—reluctantly—she slid the blade back into its sheath with a soft click.

“Come with me.”

She turned without looking back.

Vivian hesitated.

Then, with a sharp inhale, she followed.

But as she stepped away, she cast one last glance at the unconscious Chen Kong—her eyes heavy with apology.

And just as the two figures vanished into the distance…

A familiar golden-haired figure appeared silently beside the fallen boy.

It was Isabelle—the heiress of Tianhai Group, the same girl Tian Dao had protected for a month during Season 1.

Six years had changed her.

Her signature twin braids remained, but now, threaded through her golden hair, were delicate streaks of dreamy azure—like the sky at dawn.

“Ugh… Star’s still the same,” she sighed, crouching beside Chen Kong.

“Can’t say anything nice. Has to beat him up first.”

She examined his bruised face with a mix of exasperation and amusement.

“Can’t wait to see what he’ll think when he wakes up… his sister’s a total psycho.”

She pulled out her Data Terminal, tapped a few keys.

Within minutes, a black convoy roared into view, screeching to a halt outside the ruined shop.

Several Tianhai Group staff members jumped out, standing at attention.

“Miss Isabelle.”

Isabelle pointed at the unconscious Chen Kong.

Her voice—once again—carried the cool, regal tone of a true heiress.

“He’s my friend. Have Medical Division prepare a Stellar Envoy. I want him awake with not a single scratch on him.”

“Yes, ma’am.”

With practiced precision, the team brought out a stretcher and lifted Chen Kong with the care of handling a priceless artifact—so gentle, so careful.

As the carriages wound deeper into the heart of Steam Capital, Isabelle finally spoke.

“Seriously… why do I always have to clean up after you two?”

“Star, I owe you a debt. But I’m not your babysitter, okay?”

Her lips curled slightly.

Her eyes sparkled with hidden amusement.

But no one missed it.

She wasn’t angry.

She was happy—delighted, even—that she could help.

(End of Chapter)

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