Left in a Trash Can for 17 Years — Now They Want Me to Take a Marriage Contract?

Abandoned mercilessly at birth, Lin Che never tasted a single drop of familial warmth in his entire life. Left alone in the cold alley of a bustling city as an infant, he was luckily picked up by a worn-out elderly junkman, who raised him amid piles of waste and dilapidated shacks. The old man had no wealth, no power, and no extravagant possessions, yet he gave the lonely child the only shelter and tenderness he had ever known. Tragedy struck when the junkman passed away during Lin Che’s early teenage years, leaving him utterly alone in a cruel and indifferent world. With no relatives to rely on, no home to return to, and no one to turn to for help, Lin Che was forced to grow up overnight, surviving perilously on the fringes of society by hunting ferocious mutated monsters that lurked in abandoned streets and barren wilderness. Every day was a brutal fight for survival, filled with blood, danger, and endless loneliness, tempering his will into something unyielding and cold beyond his years. At the age of seventeen, amid a fierce battle against a swarm of violent mutants, Lin Che awakened an unparalleled slaughter ability—a unique power that allowed him to continuously evolve and strengthen himself through every kill. Every monster he slain nourished his body, sharpened his combat instinct, and pushed his strength to terrifying new heights, making him a formidable lone warrior hidden in the shadows. Just as he finally gained the power to control his own fate, his long-lost birth family suddenly appeared before him. However, their arrival carried no trace of remorse, no desire to make up for decades of abandonment, and no genuine care for his miserable life. Their only purpose was cold and utilitarian: they intended to force Lin Che into a political marriage with a prestigious genius girl, substituting their pampered, arrogant adopted son who was unfit for the marriage alliance. In return, they promised Lin Che nothing but a mere admission spot at a top-tier martial academy, treating his life and freedom as a cheap bargaining chip. His birth family doted on their adopted son like a priceless treasure, indulging his every whim and shielding him from all hardships, while they regarded their biological son Lin Che as nothing more than a disposable tool. Both of his biological sisters blindly stood by the adopted son’s side, mocking Lin Che’s humble origins and disdainful of his rough, blood-stained way of life. Even his own biological father, without a shred of guilt or mercy, raised his hand to strike him in anger when he dared to refuse the humiliating arrangement. In this desperate moment of betrayal and insult, Lin Che’s heart turned completely icy. He owned no luxurious cars, no armored tanks, no combat planes, no recreational RVs, and no safe man-made shelters to rely on in the upcoming apocalypse. All he had was a sharp long blade stained with monster blood, a tattered black raincoat that accompanied him through countless life-and-death battles, a detached mantra of “call me Lei Feng” that masked his inner indifference, and a faint smile that grew colder and more ruthless with every passing second. Soon after, global mythology descended upon the world, bringing an unprecedented catastrophic era. Mysterious spatial rifts tore open across every corner of the globe, endless terrifying mutants flooded the lands, and order and civilization collapsed completely. Facing the rampant apocalyptic chaos, Lin Che held his blade firmly, cutting down every invading mutant one by one with clean and deadly strokes. He walked alone through the blood-soaked wasteland, accumulating strength with every kill, silently biding his time, waiting for the destined day when his cold-blooded birth family would fall from their glory and drown in endless regret for the irreparable sins they had committed against him.