Chapter 433: Five Draws

My name is Su Tianfu; my former name was Su Lin. I am 18 years old (exactly 219 months), live at the Gospel Church in the West District, and am unmarried.

I currently work temporarily at the city hospital and must leave precisely at five every day to return home; occasionally I also work as a writer, priest, Daoist priest, monk, livestreamer, and game streamer. I don't smoke, drink only lightly—perhaps just a sip—and every night before bed I drink a cup of warm milk.

Three weeks ago, I met a very peculiar patient named Li Huowang—a young man with a sharp mind and good character, but one who had suffered too much at too young an age and had been disconnected from society for far too long.

I used his medical records as writing material, and I never imagined he would tell me today that everything in the book was real.

Not only that, he also said I am the Primordial God. Hahaha—who among patients doesn't know I'm God? And he even claimed someone is coming to assassinate me, this God.

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Why don't you just say that the system I've seen every day for months, and that interface capable of ultimate transcendence, are real? Then at least I'd feel something was genuine.

"Nice trick." Su Tianfu patted Li Huowang on the shoulder and laughed: "I'll let you take my dice position. Hongzhong, I entrust the Dao of Forgetting to you."

Although many patients call themselves God, Buddha, Dao Ancestor, and so on, Su Tianfu draws a clear line—these are merely part of the therapy.

After all, if I acknowledged that title, tomorrow's front-page news on every website would be "Police Crack Down on Cult Gang," and those people have been watching me for a long time.

I have no intention of contributing to Tan Sir's white shirt.

"I'm serious!" Li Huowang glanced around, opened his empty hands, and said: "I have proof."

Could this young man have lost his head from the joy of wealth?

When I first made my fortune, I was just like this—later, I realized everything went smoothly, so I gradually became indifferent.

Well, except for matters involving Meng Zhending and buying lottery tickets—not 100% smooth—so these two became the few things I still looked forward to.

"Hmm, I believe you, Huowang—I saw it! You're holding a sword named Youthful Spirit—WTF!!!"

Su Tianfu saw the man's empty hands suddenly produce a purple-tasseled longsword; his voice shot up instantly, startling the winter migratory birds on the lake, sending them scattering in all directions.

What did he just see?!

Spontaneous creation? Manifestation of illusion? Telekinesis? Durex on?!

Not some sleight-of-hand trick—flipping a hand or pulling it from a pocket—but like a film frame skip: one moment empty, the next—duang! —it appeared.

"Time's running out, Su Ge!" Li Huowang said, staring at Su Tianfu's stunned face: "The Three Pure Ones have allied with other Confused Siming—they're preparing to assassinate you! You must find a way to wake up!"

'Li Huowang says I'm God, and the Three Pure Ones want to kill me?' Still dazed, Su Tianfu slowly turned toward Meng Qi, who had turned his gaze over after Su's shout—his expression clearly said: What the hell are you doing?

They held this silence for dozens of seconds.

"Give me the sword—strike first to gain advantage." Su Tianfu's eyes hardened suddenly, his voice low: "No—Huowang, go stab Meng Zhending for me. I'll write you a psychiatric evaluation—you'll be out in six months."

Li Huowang's eyes widened slightly. He expected denial—or at least more proof—and had already prepared to pull out the Longevity Pill—but you just told me to kill Meng Zhending???

But logically… it doesn't seem wrong…

"Not Meng Ge—it's Qing Wanglai! He's the Three Pure Ones of this world!" Li Huowang said seriously:

"Both you and Meng Ge are from other worlds. Right now, you're consuming the Tian Dao of Yu Sheng, which caused your past to manifest in this world—all you've experienced is fake!"

"You were never Su Tianfu. You are Su Lin. Tian and Fu are things you took from Yu Sheng!"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted to the purple-tasseled sword. "I received word from them: whenever you face mortal danger, your true body will influence this world and rewrite reality!"

Su Tianfu shuddered, instantly snapping awake—he grabbed Li Huowang's hand and said:

"I was just joking! Huowang, I'm awake now! I'm your Su Ge!"

What joke? Whether this guy is insane or has superpowers, if he stabs me, I'll truly be meeting God.

"Really?" Li Huowang's face lit up with joy.

"Then hurry back from Baiyu Jing—or send a message to me in Da Li. Yi Leina is already frantic—she's been messaging nonstop, begging you to wake up."

"Oh, okay, I'm heading back right away. Wait for me in Da Li." Su Tianfu nodded obediently, then froze: "Yi Leina? Where did a secondhand anime name come from in this cosmic horror xianxia?"

Li Huowang drew his sword; its cold gleam tightened Su Tianfu's chest. "Ah! I remember now—Yi Leina is waiting for me! Li Huowang—"

What else could he do? At this point, he had to go along.

"I lied." Li Huowang produced another dagger in his hand, handing it to Su Tianfu:

"You have no connection to Yi Leina, Su Ge. Stop pretending—you haven't woken up at all. Just testing your reaction."

"What?" Su Tianfu held the dagger as Li Huowang once again demonstrated spontaneous object creation before his eyes.

With over a decade of medical experience, he couldn't tell whether Li Huowang was having a psychotic episode—or whether he himself had finally gone insane. Maybe he should've retired at thirty instead of becoming a professor just to compete with Meng Zhending over who's tougher.

Prolonged medical practice leads to insanity!

"Keep this dagger for self-defense—it can transform into a special piece of jewelry to pass security checks."

Li Huowang made the purple-tasseled sword vanish from his hand: "They can't touch you, but I fear Qing Wanglai has other tricks—so I came straight to you. They'll move against you soon."

"You're serious?" Su Tianfu's eyelids twitched violently: "This is… The Matrix in real life? Where's the camera?"

Li Huowang shook his head and began summarizing what he knew—omitting the chat group entirely, fearing Qing Wanglai might be eavesdropping—but he described clearly that outside this world, several friends were waiting for him.

"Klain? In my book, the Fool is Miss Klain—a literary girl radiating bookish aura!"

Internally, Su Tianfu was already beginning to believe—because in the original setting, Klain was male. He'd changed it to a girl with a witch's appearance, and the name was indeed Klain.

"Daily in the Mysterious" was his own mental rewrite.

And there was Lu Mingfei—he'd once used the pen name Qingmian Shou to write a novel called "Dragon Clan," but to cater to the yuri market, he'd changed the protagonist's prototype into Lu Mingfei.

So are those people real?

Li Huowang didn't respond further. He checked the time and turned to leave—it seemed words alone couldn't directly awaken him.

Watching Li Huowang return along the lakeside path to the wooden pavilion, Su Tianfu held the dagger, feeling its cold touch, examining it closely.

Unlike the ancient-style longsword moments ago, this dagger felt like a product of modern industry.

Transform into jewelry—could it be black tech?

But after holding it for a while, Su Tianfu realized: the texture and finish weren't crude industrial junk—it was sharpened.

And engraved in laser-cut English: STARK INDUSTRIES.

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How the hell did Marvel get in here?

What kind of junk did they sew together?

After accompanying Yi Donglai for his physical examination at Ruijin Hospital and confirming he had no serious health issues, the group took a taxi to the airport.

Dinner was hastily settled at the airport, as Li Huowang's actions had left Su Tianfu completely dazed.

He bit into the shriveled, overpriced hamburger, chewing mechanically like it was wax, occasionally scanning the surroundings for suspicious individuals.

"What's wrong with you?" Meng Zhending asked.

"Shut up," Su Tianfu glared at Meng Zhending, gritting his teeth: "Why are you so safe while I'm stuck in this insane plot?"

He now believed seven-tenths of it, because the Meng Zhending before him looked much younger—like he was in his twenties.

This was Li Huowang's second piece of evidence when he doubted: a pill called Yangshou Dan. After giving it to an old teddy dog on the street, the dog immediately began instinctively marking a tree.

Suspecting it was an aphrodisiac, he gave some to Meng Zhending—and the man lost every white hair on his head, his skin becoming noticeably smoother.

"I don't understand what you're talking about," Meng Zhending looked confused at Li Huowang: "What's wrong with him?"

"Nothing. Meng Ge, weren't you once called Meng Qi?" Li Huowang asked.

"Did he tell you?" Meng Zhending raised an eyebrow and smiled.

"That's right. I used to be called Meng Qi. 'Zhending' was my dharma name when I was at Shaolin Temple. After leaving the monastery, I couldn't bear to let it go, so I went to the police station and changed my name to it."

"So you found out I made myself the protagonist using my own name. Hahaha."

Su Tianfu rolled his eyes. When he learned this guy was truly the protagonist of that book—and also the Three Pure Ones—his heart was already galloping like ten thousand wild horses.

【Dear passengers, flight to】

The group picked up their luggage and souvenirs and walked toward the plane's boarding gate.

"Let me confirm one more time— they wouldn't be insane enough to blow up the plane, would they?" Su Tianfu asked, his lip twitching: "Am I really God?"

"Yes. You became God five months ago," Li Huowang answered honestly.

"Under normal circumstances, they can't touch you. Their original plan was to drug you or turn you into a vegetable. Now that I'm not acting against you, they probably have no better options."

"You just need to find a way to wake up quickly."

Five months. What was I doing five months ago? What was my real job?

"Well, thanks then," Su Tianfu turned around and saw Meng Zhending watching him and Li Huowang with suspicion, his phone already dialing a number starting with 021.

"Hand me your phone!"

Soon, after a two-and-a-half-hour flight, the group arrived safely in their original city.

As Li Huowang said, until Su Tianfu returned to the Gospel Church, no attacks occurred along the way.

After waving goodbye to Li Huowang, Su Tianfu entered his study兼bedroom, stared at the posters on the walls, lay back in his chair in a comfortable position, closed his eyes, and began recalling his life.

He had previously felt his life was unreal, and he had sensed something off—but now that he faced this falsehood directly, his emotions felt strangely ambiguous.

For example: you have memories from childhood to now, you've lived long enough to be just over a decade from retirement, then someone shows up and tells you everything was fake, you were caught in a crisis tied to the fate of the world, and your true self is a major figure.

Hmm. Honestly, that sounds kind of cool.

"Shouldn't this kind of thing have a few hundred chapters of buildup?" Su Tianfu slowly opened his eyes, stared at the ceiling for a while, draped one arm over his forehead, and muttered to himself.

"Like a shonen manga: friendship, effort, victory, then some love-hate battles, divine weapon struggles, the Dark Cooking Guild, finally facing the ultimate boss."

Unaware that he had already replaced the ultimate boss, Su Tianfu fell silent for a long while.

He rubbed his face, stood up, stretched, and his eyes grew lazy. "Feels kind of boring. Maybe waking up would be more interesting. What the hell am I even saying?"

Boom! Boom!

A knock came at the door.

"Come in," Su Tianfu said.

"Want a glass of warm milk?" Zhao Shuangdian carried a tray with five cups of milk: "Your mental state seems off. You've been tense since afternoon."

"Thanks, Xiao Zhao," Su Tianfu picked up a cup of milk. As he thanked her, he remembered Li Huowang's introduction—this woman was apparently a projection of the Eternal Heaven Confused Siming.

"Is there something on my face?" Zhao Shuangdian looked puzzled.

"Nothing," Su Tianfu shook his head. His gaze flickered to her hand beneath the tray—it seemed to be pressing against something. "What are you holding?"

"A photo," Zhao Shuangdian said flatly. She placed the photo on Su Tianfu's desk: "A gift."

She finished speaking, carried the remaining cups of milk out of the study, and closed the door behind her.

Left alone, Su Tianfu picked up the photo labeled "gift." It showed Zhao Shuangdian holding a sniper rifle, at a cosplay convention, wearing a white twin-tail wig, capturing a cold, expressionless shot with zero smile.

"..." Why is this a gift?

Su Tianfu took a deep breath, placed the photo on the desk, washed up briefly, then returned to bed.

He closed his eyes—and before him appeared the lottery interface and system he had always assumed were hallucinations.

Since Li Huowang said he came from beyond this world—

Suppose, suppose Li Huowang isn't a psychotic member of some cyber-psychic organization, and everything he said is true.

【System Inventory】

With his mind, he focused his vision on the items he had drawn during his earlier test of the lottery system's authenticity.

【Warrior Cultivation·Zhao Yun (One Hour)】, 【Token of the Heavenly City】, 【The Foolish Game of the God of Luck (One Unequivalent Miracle)】, 【Ashen Wings】, 【Spatial Computation Equation】

"..."

These things can actually be used? So my five million points weren't wasted after all.

Not sure if I gained or lost.

(End of Chapter)