As early as when Lin Yu and Tang Manman were eating, Tao Yaoyao's phone calls had already started bombarding him.
At that time, Lin Yu didn't take it seriously and simply chose to mute it.
Now, picking up the phone again to look, the missed calls and text messages were almost enough to drown someone.
Lin Yu ignored her, continuing to choose to disregard them.
Actually, without even needing to think about it, Lin Yu knew that her contacting him so anxiously meant something must have happened to Xu Mingyao.
As for why something happened to Xu Mingyao neither earlier nor later, but exactly right now...
Lin Yu fell silent for a moment.
And arrived at an answer in his heart.
When he was standing by the river, were Qing Mo's informants watching nearby?
Thinking of this, Lin Yu couldn't help but chuckle out loud, shaking his head with a deep sense of powerlessness.
"It seems that wanting to die isn't an easy thing either."
After a helpless, bitter smile, Lin Yu withdrew the smile from the corners of his mouth. His face was calm, but the breath in his chest became steady along with his firm resolve.
He wouldn't foolishly seek his own death anymore.
Although from the current perspective, he had suffered a crushing defeat in the face of unpredictable fate.
But he still hadn't lost all the chips in his hands.
In the very end.
Let's use the plotline of Tang's mother to decide the final victor!
Lin Yu's pure-colored eyes revealed firmness and determination; the hands resting on his knees gradually closed, clenching tightly into fists.
The chips he currently held and the resources he could mobilize were terrifyingly abundant.
Even sending Tang's mother abroad would be a breeze.
Sending people to monitor and protect her twenty-four hours a day was also not an impossible thing.
Destiny was not necessarily absolute.
If he had chosen to transfer schools right after he crossed over...
Recalling the past, Lin Yu suddenly felt a deep sense of powerlessness, as if the strength in his very marrow had been drained dry by some terrifying entity.
Yes.
Actually, he had countless opportunities to prevent all of this from happening.
But every time, every single time, he had chosen the most incorrect path, the choice that sent him hurtling wildly toward a ruined ending...
...
Amidst the desolate gray of despair, a speck of light suddenly burst forth.
Although that bit of light was very faint, in the dead, silent sea of despair, it was no different from the only lighthouse in the dark night.
The faint light dragged a tail flame of hope, brushing past Lin Yu.
With no time to think, only vaguely realizing that this was the sole answer to break the deadlock, Lin Yu instantly sprang up, trying with all his might to grab this sudden flash of inspiration in his hand.
He succeeded.
That faint light was clenched in his palm, dissipating into nothingness like a gust of wind.
His mind was still completely blank.
Because he didn't need to think about anything at all.
The answer was right before his eyes.
Lin Yu slowly raised his head and saw Xia Yueshan lying on the hospital bed. That single experience of breaking destiny replayed before his eyes like a revolving lantern.
Amidst the frames of memory, Lin Yu quickly grasped the key point.
That's right.
Actually, he had never escaped the control of fate.
In that homeless man incident, whether it was the cause or the outcome, he had lost completely.
If he hadn't stayed at Xia Muzhu's house every day in the name of protecting her, that homeless man might not necessarily have gone crazy.
It wasn't hard to hear from his words at the time that a large part of the reason he did that was because his goddess was having fun every night with a guy he looked down upon, which birthed that twisted, sick mentality.
If Xia Muzhu had found a well-dressed boyfriend who left him miles behind in every aspect, would he still have developed that twisted mentality of "If someone worse than me can get my goddess, why can't I"?
Hard to say.
Really hard to say.
Next was the ending. By the time he realized that erotic plotline had started, the homeless man had almost succeeded.
If it weren't for the interlude of Xia Yueshan.
By the time he returned to Xia Muzhu's house, what kind of scene would he have seen?
He would very likely have once again felt that extremely bizarre, terrifying sense of familiarity.
Therefore.
Just like how he had answered Xia Yueshan's question about winning and losing back then.
He had lost, lost completely.
But he won!
He successfully changed all of this, preventing the tragedy destined to play out in the erotic manga.
So, the key to breaking the deadlock was never himself, but people outside the erotic manga's plot?
Thinking of this, it was like the clouds parting to reveal the sun. A surge of ecstasy welled up in Lin Yu's heart, making him unable to stop wanting to laugh.
In his silent ecstasy, Lin Yu almost laughed until tears came out.
He had the answer!
He had the answer!!!
Even though Xia Yueshan was almost becoming a lackey of destiny now, this was actually all what he wanted to see.
He wanted him to live together with his sister.
Then if he could find someone who absolutely, absolutely did not want to see him have relations with Tang's mother, just like how one wouldn't want to see their sister defiled by a bad guy...
Wasn't this candidate already sitting right there?
If he had her, plus the personnel supervision from Qing Mo and Zhao She, and then found a way to send Tang's mother further away.
Under triple insurance.
He might not necessarily lose!
He didn't ask for much; as long as that kind of thing didn't happen, nothing else mattered!
Thinking of this, Lin Yu could hardly sit still.
He wished he could go arrange everything immediately.
But thinking that Xia Muzhu was eating, it wouldn't be good to leave now and leave Xia Yueshan here alone.
So Lin Yu struggled to hold his patience, planning to wait until Xia Muzhu returned to let her know before leaving.
While waiting, the feeling of wild joy gradually faded.
He already had a technique to deal with the biggest trouble in the future.
But what about the present?
What should he do right now?
Lin Yu felt a bit of a headache.
After going in a circle, the problem returned to the original issue.
Tang Manman, Xia Muzhu, Qing Mo.
What should he do about the three of them?
Not to mention Ye You and her group.
He couldn't possibly have to take responsibility just because they had relations, right?
...
Damn it!
Why does this sound so much like a scumbag?
I'm the one who was forced!
I'm the victim here!!!
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?!
e, Immortal Body, Transmigration, System, Progression Fantasy, Academy Setting, Third-Person Perspective. Alternate Title: Transmigrating into a High Martial World and Reading Live Comments. Bad news: I transmigrated. This is a terrifying high-martial world, and my original, pathetically weak body fell into a coma and never woke up. Good news: I got a Popularity Points system upon arrival. I can see live comments and even create an unkillable alternate identity. Starting out, the alternate identity has all stats at 1. The system tells me that to grow stronger, I must participate in the plot, gain popularity points to allocate stats and grow stronger, and ultimately awaken my original body. And so, carrying my original body on my back, I officially entered Huaqing Academy, where the story's protagonist resides. From that moment on, Chen Guan kicked the original plot to pieces. Live Comments: [Doesn't anyone find this mysterious coffin guy creepy? He can summon indescribable grey misty hands.] [Is this guy a hero or a villain? What kind of onion became a spirit?] [By the way, does anyone know who's in the coffin? Shouldn't the debt for saving his life be repaid by now?] [According to unofficial histories, the person in the coffin was Chen Guan's first love. Their love was once passionate and earth-shattering, but they were separated by life and death due to worldly circumstances. What a star-crossed pair.] ... Years later, the world knew of a demon god born from a coffin, shrouded in grey mist, impossible to gaze upon directly. His foremost divine emissary often wielded a scythe, reaping lives like the god of death. As war approached, facing former friends and a boundless sea of enemies, Chen Guan merely raised his scythe. "Would you like to dance as well?"
ut it can buy an entire year of absolutely perfect training results! Su Yu stared at his empty wallet and decisively opened up various online loan platforms. “Borrow a thousand bucks! Recharge my vitality!” Boom! His vitality broke a hundred points, shattering the limits of the human body! “Borrow ten thousand bucks! Recharge my combat skills!” Boom! A basic punching technique so common it was everywhere instantly maxed out, revealing the ultimate assassination technique of Five Elements Unity—Inner Force! When a rich kid hired assassins for a midnight ambush, aiming to break both of his legs, they instead ran headfirst into a monster—a human-shaped tyrannosaur, brimming with dragon-like vitality. With just two fingers, Su Yu snapped a steel staff reinforced with alloy. Staring at the killer’s stash of stolen cash—a staggering quarter-million dollars—he showed a corporate-sincere smile: “Thanks for the pre-exam gift pack, Mr. Zhao! I’m gonna go re-invest this!” Three days later, at the National Martial Arts College Entrance Exam, while everyone else struggled just to reach the passing line, Su Yu threw a single punch—and more than a thousand vitality points literally detonated the entire arena!
lity and could only live as an ordinary mortal. He only wished to live a peaceful life. Yet he didn't know— The dog he adopted, because it ate his food, became a legendary demon king. The kitchen knife he casually forged became a peerless divine weapon, causing numerous experts to fight desperately for it. The young disciple he took in became an immortal lord that led an era, due to cultivating the techniques Ye Feng taught him. Even the skeletons he looked down on the most were ominous demon kings that suppressed countless worlds. Many years later, looking at the void shattered with a punch, Ye Feng murmured to himself: It turns out the peerless kings were myself all along...
