Even if he ignored that string of zeros at the end, which seemed to carry symbolic meaning, he still felt an overwhelming urge to die.

What could he do?

This was all the fortune left to him by his own parents.

When Henry Parker was born, at least the family still had some foundation. If they had pulled themselves together, it might not have been impossible to revive the family business. But after his grandfather died when he was three, Henry Parker's parents began a supersonic descent into ruin, squandering the family fortune at a jaw-dropping speed in just a few years.

A pair of junkies who drank, gambled, whored, and even did drugs, and in the end, before the company went bankrupt, they absconded with the money, leaving Henry Parker alone to deal with the crazed shareholders coming to collect their debts...

Almost everything of value in the house was taken away.

If it weren't for Henry Parker's grandfather making a will before he died, entrusting a lawyer to leave this old house to Henry Parker, with the condition that he could officially inherit it once he came of age, Henry Parker would probably have been wandering the streets like a stray dog long ago.

Sometimes, a person's capacity to endure really is limitless. Just like Henry Parker—since he was ten, he felt like he was going crazy, but he never expected that his nerves would be so tough that, even now, there were no signs of a mental breakdown.

At most, he would occasionally hallucinate footsteps in the old house, hear water dripping upstairs in the middle of the night, or hear someone sighing while he slept...

Life had to go on.

Even if it couldn't go on, it still had to go on.

Thinking about it, the fact that he was still alive was truly a miracle.

Originally, everything was slowly getting better. He would grow up, get a full scholarship to university with his grades, and find a job that could earn more money. Finally, life seemed to be inching closer to the right track.

It was just that he was so poor he was about to starve.

"Is life always this painful, or is it just childhood?"

Unfortunately, there was no middle-aged uncle who liked gardening to answer him.

He was neither a child, nor was he Mathilda.

So, in the long, bitter night, Henry Parker squatted on the balcony, smoking a cigarette, gazing at the torrential rain in the distance, and sighed helplessly.

Thunder rumbled.

Cold rain poured from the sky, as if it was going to swallow the whole world.

The anger Henry Parker had been bottling up for days finally exploded, rising from his heart and making him roar at the sky: "Damn heavens, what's the point of all this? If you've got the guts, just strike me down already!"

"—I'm going to defy the heavens!!!"

With his roar, the gloom in his heart was vented, and Henry Parker finally felt a little better.

But right after, he heard a thunderous crash. The storm clouds, pouring down endless rain and lightning, suddenly shook, erupting with a sharp, metallic tearing sound.

Right above the Stone Marrow Hall, the clouds were suddenly torn open by a huge rift, and then a blazing bolt of lightning lashed down like divine punishment, striking the railing in front of Henry Parker and shattering the old rail completely.

Amid the acrid smell of electrolyzed air, debris flew everywhere, and Henry Parker collapsed to the ground.

"Good lord... is it really that accurate?"

He scrambled and crawled back into the house, mustering the courage to stick his head out before closing the window and shouted, "I take it back, I take it back, big bro, I was just kidding!"

Bang!

The window slammed shut.

Henry Parker sat in his chair, on the verge of tears, unable to help but want to howl at the sky again.

Life was impossible to go on like this!

His bank balance had successfully dropped to three digits. When he tried to find a job, he almost accidentally applied to a host club. When he tried to go home, he encountered a bizarre death. Now, even trying to defy fate got him a lightning warning...

At this point, he could only hope that some dumbass netizens could bring a little joy to his miserable life.

With a sliver of hope, Henry Parker opened his phone, only to see that someone in the class WeChat group had posted a photo of him standing at the host club. A bunch of people were tagging him like crazy, and someone named Beast and Nancy were shouting, "Congrats to Mr. Parker for debuting as the C-position in the host world! Should we get the girls in the class to send a flower wreath together?"

"Screw off, I don't like girls. I only like soft-skinned, tender bald guys like you two!"

After replying, Henry Parker turned off his phone and couldn't help but cover his face.

Great, now the whole world knew he almost became a host...

What's the most frustrating thing in the world? It's not losing your good name after ten years of virtue, but losing your reputation before you've even done anything Beast-like.

What a loss!

Why did it have to be like this?

He clearly had such a big house, and even got a golden finger. The two joys should have overlapped, and this double happiness should have brought even more happiness. He should have already been living a dreamlike, blissful life. So why—

Boom!

Before he could finish, another clap of thunder crashed outside the window, scaring Henry Parker even through the glass. He didn't dare let his thoughts run wild anymore, and could only, with tears in his eyes, pull out that thick notebook from his bag.

"Can't you be a little more useful? Look at other people's golden fingers—they can add points, give out quests, even turn into pretty girls. Why can you only write a diary?"

That's right, this thing was his golden finger.