"……"
"……"
"……"
"Beep, beep, beep—"
On the hospital bed, a short-haired girl slowly opened her eyes. Gazing at the familiar ceiling and the sound of medical equipment, she sat up in confusion.
Beside her, bathed in the morning light, the heart monitor displayed steady pulses, as if heralding a new life under the rising sun.
A warm breeze drifted in, carrying her bewilderment with it.
The girl reached out, as if trying to touch the sunlight streaming through the window. The warmth pooling in her open palm felt almost surreal, like a dream.
She should have reached the end.
Why?
Could it be…
An Shiyu tugged open her hospital gown, but instead of the expected surgical scar, her skin remained smooth and unblemished.
"No heart transplant…"
"So… is this the afterlife?" An Shiyu murmured, her eyes gradually brightening.
She had imagined the afterlife countless times, but now that she was here, it seemed no different.
Would she meet the people she longed to see here?
Yet, the sharp scent of disinfectant kept tugging at her drifting thoughts, anchoring her to reality.
"Hey." A rustling sound came from nearby, followed by another girl stepping into view. "Finally awake?"
"Huh?" An Shiyu stared at her in confusion, scrutinizing her from head to toe before asking softly, "Why… didn’t I die?"
On the contrary, she could feel her heart beating strongly—something she had never experienced before.
Like a broken music box suddenly playing notes again, the rhythmic thumping was strangely beautiful.
"Not sure about the details, but the old man gave you a shot, and… well, here you are." The girl tilted her head, her tone laced with disbelief. If she hadn’t seen it herself, she wouldn’t have believed such a thing was possible.
"A… shot?"
An Shiyu silently pulled up her pants but found nothing.
Just then, noise erupted outside the door. As it swung open, voices spilled in—
"A miracle! An absolute miracle! How did her vitals stabilize overnight?"
"You’re saying my granddaughter is fine?!"
"Well… we’ll need further tests to confirm."
Anshi Yilang was deep in conversation with the doctor when he spotted An Shiyu sitting quietly on the bed. His body froze as if struck by lightning.
"XIAO YU!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!" His booming voice nearly blasted the ceiling off the room!
Anshi Yilang lunged forward, arms outstretched!
"Tch." In the next second, his face met the sole of a foot.
An Shiyu eyed him with disdain. "What the hell are you doing?!"
"Waaah, my precious granddaughter! You’re finally awake! Do you know how worried I was last night?!" Tears and snot streamed down Anshi Yilang’s face as he failed to contain his emotions.
"Your beard is prickly! Stop rubbing your face on my foot! Disgusting!" An Shiyu kicked wildly, but the old man stubbornly nuzzled her sole like an overgrown puppy.
Once the chaos settled, the doctors ran a full checkup on An Shiyu.
Every machine they could think of was used, and the results were shockingly positive.
Though not quite at normal levels yet, the readings were unimaginable for someone whose organs had been on the verge of failure.
It could only be described as divine intervention.
"So… why am I like this?" An Shiyu remained puzzled. Her instincts told her there was more to this.
"Here, take a look at this footage." The other girl tossed her a phone.
An Shiyu tapped the video, which showed a figure standing motionless by her bedside, his movements oddly stilted, as if lagging.
Sometimes he clutched his head, sometimes he crouched, seemingly deep in thought—even sketching something on the floor with his finger.
This went on for nearly two hours before he suddenly dashed out.
When he returned, he held a syringe.
Bending over, he administered it to An Shiyu, then sat by the bed for a while before leaving.
"Did… the old man save me?" An Shiyu was stunned. Because the person in the footage was none other than—
Ye Shuang!
Since when did he have that kind of ability?
"According to the footage, yeah," the girl confirmed.
"Who knew that brat could actually save you? Xiao Yu, I won’t object to your marriage anymore!" Anshi Yilang grabbed her hand, his voice dripping with solemnity.
"I admit he’s the second most important man in your life after me! Xiao Yu, I’ll allow you to rank him right below Grandpa!"
An Shiyu’s eyes flattened. "Who said anything about marriage? Keep talking nonsense and I’ll drop dead right here."
"NOOOOOO!!!!!!"
While shoving her clingy grandfather away, An Shiyu turned to the girl. "Where’s the old man?"
"Drove home, I think."
An Shiyu: "……"
"I’m tired. Gonna sleep." She kicked her grandfather aside and flopped onto the bed, as if processing the flood of information in her head.
"Ah?! Sweetie, you’re not gonna sleep forever, are you?" Anshi Yilang wrung his hands nervously.
"Oi. Keep staring like that and I might just not wake up."
"……"
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Dozens of kilometers away, traffic clogged the highway during morning rush hour.
Inside a small sports car, Ye Shuang gripped the steering wheel, his eyes fixed on the countdown at the traffic light.
"Today’s weather in Haizhu City is sunny. Remember to wear sunscreen…" The radio’s cheerful voice filled the car.
Ye Shuang reached over and turned it off. Exhaustion clung to his features—all he wanted now was rest.
His gaze drifted absently to the window—
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The system’s original purpose was to send him back to a specific timeline to forge a new future.
But…
"I chose to spend nearly twenty years researching An Shiyu’s condition across other timelines."
No one knew how he endured it. No one knew how he persevered.
But to Ye Shuang, it was just another obstacle.
"Guess you could call this exploiting a bug." He chuckled softly. At the very least, it wasn’t what the system had intended.
If he couldn’t change the original future,
He’d change himself instead.
He’d make himself capable of saving her.
Just then, the traffic light flickered green—
Ye Shuang smiled faintly.
"I’m exhausted. Time for a good, long sleep."
ing gift was a patch of barren land, and disciples were all picked up along the way. He spent fifty years diligently building three "ramshackle little sects," thinking he could finally live a carefree life relying on his disciples. But right at the fifty-year mark, he was suddenly swept away by a spatial rift and exiled to the Chaos Desolation, the Disorderly Ruins. There was no spiritual energy there, only slaughter. Relying on the cultivation feedback from his disciples, Gu Changyuan hacked his way through a sea of blood for eleven hundred years. When the system finally fished him back out, he discovered the ramshackle little sects he'd built back then had developed a rather... unusual style. Hold on... I vanished for a thousand years, so how did my ramshackle little sects become holy lands?!
grated, and just when he finally managed to get into an elite academy, he discovered that he actually had a system, and the way to earn rewards was extremely ridiculous. So for the sake of rewards, he had no choice but to start acting ridiculous as well. Su Cheng: "It's nothing but system quests after all." But later, what confused Su Cheng was that while he was already quite ridiculous, he never expected those serious characters to gradually become ridiculous too. And the way they looked at him became increasingly strange... (This synopsis doesn't do it justice, please read the full story)
for mindless slaughter, this isn't for you.] My name is Ye Shu, and I'm a transmigrator. It seems I'm supposed to be the protagonist, but that feels pretty unlikely. This world has been invaded by a system. The antagonists on the other side have suddenly become pure, flawless saints. The female leads have been force-fed the so-called "original plot," making them think they've been reborn. Now, everyone thinks I'm scum. Including the old lady in my ring. And here I am, in the Monster Beast Mountain Range, braising pork. To put my situation in perspective— It's as if, the moment Xiao Yan stepped into the Monster Beast Mountain Range, the Soul Emperor already knew he would become the Flame Emperor, and Yao Lao had been turned to the enemy's side. I have nothing right now. Oh wait, that's not true. I do have a white-haired loli child-bride who's the Heavenly Dao, and her only skill is acting cute. So, tell me guys... what are my chances of making it to the end?
m back to his original world. In the end, he realized he had overthought things. [Hey, why is Shen Manni, the female lead, acting strange? Shouldn't she be fawning over the male lead at this point?] [Zhou Qiaoqiao, are you sick? Weren't you supposed to break off your engagement today?] [Damn it! An Youyi, please do your job as an undercover agent and sell my information to the protagonist, you idiot!] ... At this moment, Xu Mo himself didn't know that these female leads had already heard his inner thoughts. Then they decided not to play by the rules. Xu Mo: Please respect my profession as the big villain!
