Seven Men Chapter 1
Pure: This shall be your new home~ Although the past translator is no longer in reach feel free to comment, I will be happy to edit any errors noted!
Translated by Helliot at Isohungry Translations
Edited by LazyJes
Chapter 1
The lazy afternoon sun shone through the thin screen window, casting a soft glow over the black-and-white themed apartment. The dim layer of light added a gentle warmth to the atmospheric yet slightly empty room.
Several financial magazines sat on top of the black coffee table in the living room. Two men’s T-shirts were draped over the grey leather sofa, casually displaying a well-known and expensive brand name.
To the left of the sofa was a rare and precious potted plant, with an elegant, delicate foliage. Unfortunately, due to its owner’s neglect, it slouched over exuding an air of exhaustion.
Moving on from the potted plant was a fully equipped gym, compared to the deserted living room, the things in this room often received the owner’s ‘favour’, especially the treadmill, which bore water stains, clearly showing that the owner had just used it.
Next to the gym was the shower room. The rhythmic sound of water cascading onto the tiles abruptly ceased. The glass door opened and a strikingly handsome man stepped out from the hot mist.
Water trickled down his short, wet hair. Beneath his smooth forehead, a pair of narrow, upturned phoenix eyes gleamed. His high nose, slightly thin lips, and well-defined jawline formed an undeniably striking visage. A perfect neck led to a prominent collarbone, which framed his broad, firm chest—tanned like ripened wheat. Below, his sculpted abdominal muscles and long, slender legs completed the flawless silhouette. Droplets of water slid over his taut skin, enhancing his undeniable allure.
He ran a hand through his hair, and wrapped the wide towel around his waist, his slender fingers habitually held up a cigarette. After lighting it, he held it by the side of his mouth, and answered his cell phone that had been vibrating non-stop.
The moment the caller heard his voice, he almost burst into tears.
"Chu bro! You finally picked up your phone! You’ve finally appeared! I’m about to go crazy over here!"
Chu Mu Yun held the phone slightly away from his ear while he waited for the person’s howling to stop before he lazily replied: "I was in Senegal for a few days, the signal there isn’t good."
Little Zhang immediately exclaimed in surprise after hearing his words. "Senegal? Chu bro, were you there for the car rally, or did you cross the Sahara?"
"Tried a bit of both," Chu Mu Yun answered casually.
On the other end, Little Zhang took a deep breath. "I submit! I submit in capital letters!"
Chu Mu Yun flicked the ash from his cigarette. "What do you need?”
Only then did Little Zhang remember the reason for his call. He immediately shrieked: "Ah Chu bro! Hua Teng film company has already bid up to eight figures, Jinjiang’s copyright department’s door is about to fall off from their constant visits! They’re dead set on buying Demon Realm! Why won’t you sell? Tons of people want to turn this into a TV series even in their dreams! And right now they’re directly offering a movie. They even wanted to shoot several movies in one go. This is practically starting a new legend!”
Compared to Little Zhang’s excitement, Chu Mu Yun’s voice remained indifferent. "Not selling. I’m not interested in adapting it into a movie."
Little Zhang was really ready to kneel at this point: "Why! They’ve found first-rate directors, and a series of top stars. It's definitely a strong lineup, surely……"
Chu Mu Yun interrupted: "There’s no educational significance, making a movie out of it is just going to bring disaster to people."
Little Zhang was stunned by his reply. He could not resist asking: "How could there be no educational significance? How passionate is our protagonist! Such positive energy! Such motivation!"
Chu Mu Yun chuckled: "Are you sure the audience is here for the protagonist and not the villain?"
Little Zhang fell silent.
Chu Mu Yun looked at the time, he did not wish to speak any more: "Alright already, if you’re still gonna continue talking about this you don’t have to speak any more, I have no interest."
As soon as little Zhang sensed he wanted to hang up, he quickly shouted:"Chu bro! It’s fine if you don’t sell, let’s talk about your new work! It’s been three months since you finished Demon Realm! Have you thought about writing another one? Your readers are waiting!"
Chu Mu Yun replied without thinking: “I have no such plans right now.”
If little Zhang was in front of him, he would've likely ended up hugging his thighs: “Ah Chu bro, for goodness’ sake, just write a little! Think of the money!"
Chu Mu Yun stubbed out his cigarette in a black crystal ashtray. "I’m not short on money."
Little Zhang nearly cried. "Who complains about having too much money?!"
Chu Mu Yun strode off while looking for clothes to wear out. He replied: "If I wanted money, why would I write books? Wouldn’t it be more profitable for me to return to Holler?"
This sentence made little student Zhang feel completely helpless.
There really was nothing more he could say. Ever since Jinjiang Literature City opened up a new category that catered to males, he had passed up his resume, and had become an editor for four years. He had brought up countless authors, but not once did he think he would sign such a god under him.
Despite being a first-time writer, Chu Mu Yun became a legend with just one novel. After silently publishing Demon Realm on Jinjiang Literature City, it skyrocketed to the top of Jinjiang’s Men’s Fiction category within a year, becoming the platform’s pillar. It was nothing short of a miracle.
After he had gotten a deeper understanding of him, admiration filled his heart and he could even lick his boot.
This great god is a true winner of life!
Standing at 1.85 meters tall, he had the body of a model, and he was even born with a handsome face. He did not know how many people would have their souls stolen away with just a raise of his brows.
To be born with such an alluring appearance, although he was hard to deal with, he was still extremely capable.
Before becoming a writer, he had been a top executive at Holler Group, one of the world’s top 100 companies. He had a bright future with an annual salary so high his hands got tired from taking it. If he had continued, he could have made the Forbes list at any moment.
However, he had quit his job obstinately. His reason was: I want to take some time out to write a novel.
God damn! He was so capricious he had lost all his friends!
After hanging up, little Zhang stared at his phone, his mood extremely complicated. Comparing oneself to others is truly a recipe for misery!
Chu Mu Yun did not put down his phone, rather he flipped through his contact list, and scanned through a bunch of names, and in the end he stopped on the name "7.31".
Little Song? Chu Mu Yun thought for a moment, and vaguely remembered that it was a young boy he had met at a bar in Senegal, who looked rather pretty, pale skin, slender waist, but more importantly he was very open in bed.
After spending half a month in the desert, Chu Mu Yun wanted to relax for a bit.
He tapped the number. After two rings, a crisp voice spoke in pleasant surprise on the opposite side: "Brother Chu? I thought you wouldn’t contact me anymore!"
Chu Mu Yun’s voice was low, especially alluring: "Are you free tonight?"
The young man on the other end took a deep breath before speaking excitedly, "Yes, yes, yes!" Busy or not, he had to go! A man like this—handsome, generous, and incredibly tolerant—you could wish for one, but you could never encounter one!
He was charming, considerate, and, best of all, had great skills. Even after half a month, just thinking about that night made Little Song’s face flush and his heart race. He had assumed they would never cross paths again, but now that fate had given him another chance, how could he possibly refuse?
Chu Mu Yun laughed: "I’ve booked a table at Yard, let’s have a meal together."
Upon hearing the name of the three-star Michelin restaurant, Little Song became even more excited. He’s too damn generous!
Chu Mu Yun dressed, took his car keys, and left.
Just that Chu Mu Yun would never have thought that after leaving, he would never return to his apartment, where he had lived alone for six years.
The moment of impact made one thing clear: he was going to die.
Yet, in the endless darkness, his consciousness refused to fade. After an indeterminate time, his eyes suddenly snapped open.
Before he could focus on the scene in front of him, the sudden flood of information pouring into his mind stunned him.
He hadn’t died.
But he had indeed left his world.
…This place was Demon Realm—but how had he ended up inside his own novel?
The scene before him was horrifying. The once-gorgeous buildings, as exquisite as carved jade, had been reduced to ruins, consumed by raging flames. The acrid stench of blood mixed with the thick smoke of burning, filling the air. Amidst the relentless fire, the world before him was nightmarishly distorted like an apocalyptic wasteland.
Chu Mu Yun was not a pampered and spoiled person, but at this moment, he was slightly frightened. As he watched the scene, he fell into a bit of a trance.
He was stunned—not only by the hellish landscape but also by the sheer absurdity of his situation.
As he stood frozen, a blurred figure gradually entered his line of sight.
The man was dressed in delicate light blue robes, layered with a misty muslin cloak. His dark hair and sleeves danced with the wind, his steps slow and unhurried. Against the backdrop of ruin, his presence was otherworldly—like a genie walking beneath the moon, untouched by the carnage around him.
He stopped before Chu Mu Yun, bending over slightly. His face was breathtaking, his light gray eyes carrying a warmth so deep it could swallow a person whole. His voice was very pleasant to listen to as well: "Will you return with me? I will become your family—your father."
In this sea of blood and destruction, such words, spoken by such a beautiful man, were impossible to refuse.
However……
Chu Mu Yun’s face turned ashen.
In his mind, he couldn’t help but cuss, ‘Mo Jiu Shao. When I, your father, gave you such terrible taste, I never expected to experience it firsthand…’
