Humanity Protection Company - 178 - Remake

“Did you know? I was once the most powerful person in the world, undefeatable even by the gods. If only I can retrieve my body, I could resurrect once again.”“So what?”“So... who has hidden my corpse!”

An Yin, a delicate beauty caught in a risky charade, pretends to date playboy Bo Cheng to escape her troubles—until she meets his brother, ​Bo Shaojin: the ruthless, untouchable CEO whose icy dominance rules both boardrooms and high society.Their first encounter crackles with sizzling tension. Shaojin’s piercing gaze lingers on An Yin, his brother’s “girlfriend,” as she trembles under his scrutiny. But when their paths collide again—her, half-dressed and panic-stricken in his bathroom; him, a storm of restraint and hunger—the line between duty and desire shatters.As An Yin’s fake relationship unravels, Shaojin’s ironclad control dissolves. Drunk on obsession, he corners her in a midnight confession, his hardened facade crumbling as he vows, “I won’t touch you…” But his hands whisper promises his words deny.

Ji Huan’s parents both died in a traffic accident.
Unexpectedly, his older sister also meets the same fate.
Yet everything starts when he says “goodbye” for the last time.

Hunting monsters? Genetic comparison?
Ji Huan flees with his older sister’s posthumous child to his hometown, Bade Town.
The three Grandpa, grandson, and nephew all live interdependent days.
However, inside the swaddling clothes is not a human baby,
But a monster…

Black egg body, white ring eyes, red mouth.
A child, ah! Doesn’t he have two eyes and a mouth! Resembling an egg, he is Ji Huan’s cute nephew!

Vermilion tiled wall, white lotus pond, convalescent courtyard.
This entirely neatly handsome and elegant young man: Ah Jin.
However, he told Ji Huan about the secrets of the monsters and discreetly taught him.
Bade Town is also slowly being covered in monsters…

Or, the record of a small countryside monster’s growth.

- Description from Novelupdates

Gu Shishi, a master of traditional Chinese painting, transmigrated into the role of a cannon fodder in a cliché novel.