Spoiled by Eight Uncles Summary pdf

Little did the bootlicker know that his unintentional flattery had struck a nerve.

“He served two women simultaneously—one in power and the other the wife of a prominent figure on the rich list.”

“He knew that both women’s husbands were inadequate and that they had been neglected, so he took advantage of the opportunity to please them.”

The one in power could provide him with protection for his dubious business practices, while the wealthy one could offer him investments, allowing his business to flourish.

Everyone in their circle knew about his “betrayal,” and how he relied on women instead of relying on his abilities. It was always his biggest concern.

Not to mention, both women were far from attractive. They were middle-aged, with beer bellies bigger than most men’s and thighs so thick they had extra fat bulging out.

“He tried to please both sides, relying entirely on medications to maintain his performance.”

That’s why those two flattering remarks struck a nerve, inadvertently hitting him where it hurt the most.

“He twisted my words and claimed that I was so skilled in socializing and had such extensive connections that I must have known about his affair with the two women all along. And he even sneered about his declining virility.”

Poor bootlicker, wrongly accused; he genuinely had no idea!

But the boss didn’t give him a chance to speak, and he cut his waist, leaving him for dead.

“That’s how I died!” the bootlicker exclaimed. “After my waist was cut, I didn’t die immediately. It was the infection that followed that ended my life.”

Fearing that he would report the incident, the boss locked him up in a room, guarded and prevented him from leaving.

It was in that confinement that he contracted an infection and died from septicemia.

“After death, all I wanted was to reclaim my ‘waist.’ You know, they say if a corpse is not intact, it can’t be reincarnated.”

Reclaiming my ‘waist’ was about retrieving my soul, not getting my physical waist back.

To put it simply, I needed to find my soul in its entirety.

“But little did I know, my ‘waist’ was clenched in the jaws of a black dog,” the bootlicker said. “A vicious dog, extremely skilled at hunting down spirits.”

To reclaim his ‘waist,’ he spent over ten years battling with the black dog until it finally died and he truly regained his ‘waist.’

And that’s how he became a malignant spirit.

Josh was speechless. “No wonder…”

hitting his waist had

struck the bootlicker’s weakest spot.

control, will you follow Lilly or choose to dissipate into

bootlicker looked at Josh in despair, then at

to follow these

even sought revenge on his

hurt, and he was determined

he had to become stronger, strong enough to touch physical objects

an eyebrow. “You

threatening the bootlicker’s soul tucked

The bootlicker fell silent.

lower

a malignant spirit, there was no way he would easily give

spirit shook her head. “Flattery may be impressive, but it’s not that simple to see through our Lilly’s

suppressed by Lilly’s disdain spell, paused upon

could there be so many malignant spirits around this child? No, wait,

who had willingly earned the loyalty of

feeling he had on that day wasn’t

off. So, it was here…” the bootlicker

raised her hand and casually flicked her

retracted the disdain spell that

finally realized that Lilly was not merely a formidable child. She was none other than

She… She was the Ruler of

and in

Excellency, Ruler of Hell!” Tears streamed down the bootlicker’s face. “I am willing to

about you the

radiance of your majesty, the radiance of holiness, the radiance that suppresses all evil

even light? It was your majesty, Ruler of Hell, emanating from you at such a young age, with such

and the ghosts fell

Hell Ruler

Hell Ruler Palace in her

no flattery it shall be! Being able to become one

Josh remained

and swiftly

only

matter. They didn’t need to pay her any attention. Daddy would handle