Chapter 561: The Life-Saving Plan

Blue Star (today I'm rushing to catch a bus, I'll make up tomorrow):: wx

Question: What is the most embarrassing thing in the world?

Is it opening the bathroom door and seeing your adopted sister just out of the bath, or opening your bedroom door and seeing your childhood friend changing into pajamas, or encountering your boss who specifically requested you while working as a male escort?

None of those—those are just child's play.

Because no matter how convoluted the process, it will inevitably follow the trope and turn into a good-feeling plot.

Why does this happen?

You won the third place in the rookie season, entered the Ten Thousand Ages card pool, and gained a new divine tool—three joys should have overlapped, multiplying into even greater joy, and you should have already attained a dreamlike bliss—yet why—

"Kid, are you going silent to make me top up Q-coins?" The fluffy penguin waddled on the carpet, its webbed feet slapping.

In the pages of the Book of Fate, lines of text surfaced, then twisted and writhed into form, making the newly shaped penguin more real.

Like a crow silhouette abruptly awakened from sleep, in a state of acute stress, it flapped its wings as if seeing a ghost.

"Shit! A recorded segment just became independent?!"

The crow transmitted a message from within the Book of Fate: "Was it you who led the Rancher here?!!!"

Amid Huaishi's stiff, stunned expression, the penguin silhouette inside the Book of Fate lifted its head, gazing outward, locking eyes with Su Lin.

【Primordial】

【God】

"Who called me?!"

Su Lin, just now putting on the penguin headpiece, froze, instinctively reaching out to grasp the air in response to the connection—a miniature phantom penguin instantly appeared in his hand.

He squeezed hard, and the recorded message instantly shattered and dissolved, returning to the traces Su Lin left behind in this world.

"Kid, although it does have some relation to the Heavenly Dao status I use at home."

Su Lin had been wondering why this young man was standing there frozen—he hadn't even been listening: "But your Book of Fate is just a bit too sinister."

Seeing Huaishi's shattered, ghost-struck expression, Su Lin—who hadn't even done anything yet—felt inexplicably despised by everyone around him.

That gaze seemed to say:

"What an imposing aura, Lord Su Lin."

Meng Qi, still mimicking a sarcastic tone while breathing in and out, continued.

"Nobb." Su Lin pointed at Meng Qi as a warning, then turned to reassure: "It's fine—I just blacklisted your book in this world. Now it can't record me anymore."

The drowsy crow roused itself and sent a message.

Although the Book of Fate contained no records of any chat group, it still, in the instant before slipping back into instinctive slumber, issued Huaishi a warning based on what had just occurred.

The vanished record may represent a corruption value too high from constant revisions, a descent into the Abyss, one of the Elements of Destruction, symbolizing the divine will and divinity of the Almighty, the inverted shadow of the Heavenly Father in Hell.

"The Rancher?"

Even though Huaishi had just arrived and knew from the famous second-game male mom's youth version, Weigong Shilang, that all group members came from other worlds, he still couldn't help making connections.

Did I just join the Elements of Destruction chat group?

"You can also call him the Fallen God."

Meng Qi added: "I just checked—it turns out the Rancher is practically your counterpart?!?"

Huaishi felt he was done for.

"I can head straight to the seafood market and jump into the sea right now." Huaishi forced bravado, trying to salvage the situation:

"You probably won't believe me, boss, but right then, a South Pole penguin demon stood right in front of me, and its chat logs synced 100%—I thought it was subtitles."

Su Lin removed the penguin headpiece, abandoned his plan to become 【Su Tuoni】, and asked listlessly: "That one from Giant Penguin Corp?"

"You know about cross-world stuff? Boss, you're truly a boss!" Huaishi tried using his Professional Skill Card "Praise," resembling a second Zhang Chuyan.

"Didn't they tell you?" Su Lin looked curiously at the others.

Huaishi looked confused: "Tell me what?"

After sending away the Giant Penguin Corp's penguin, he found a restroom in the hospital, confirmed no one was in the stall and no cameras were present, then applied for a transmigration through 【Lao Haoren】 Weigong Shilang.

Not for any other reason—just to prove King Arthur couldn't possibly be a man!

The moment he landed, he saw the other holding pots, pans, and utensils, saying he was moving.

"Check the group—no, I'll send it to you." Su Lin paused briefly, then extracted and transmitted a piece of information copied from a mobile web page:

"This'll be faster—maybe you can just copy-paste it directly."

Huaishi, utterly bewildered, clicked into the compressed file—and then.

【"I want to get beaten up…"

—The Sword of Calamity, Keeper of the Old World's Graves, Tuner, Last Defender of Heaven, One of the Twenty-Four Elements of Destruction, Huaihai Road Little Peiqi, Abyssal Sun, Final King of Hell: Huaishi.】

"So I'm like the Lord of Mysteries too?"

A lover of contemporary literature, a promoter of The Lord of Mysteries, Huaishi remembered the Book of Fate's writing style and often thought such excellent prose was a waste if not submitted for royalties.

Okay, that makes sense—in a way, the content on the Book of Fate really is.

But why, after this spear of a list of otaku titles and the fucking Twenty-Fourth Element of Destruction, is my name there?!

Is the author here?

Can you delete "Huaihai Road Little Peiqi"?

As he began flipping through it, the Book of Fate within his soul stirred again—countless flowing characters erupted violently, filling the blank space, flipping page after page!

The pages blazed with radiant light; within moments, the sleeping crow let out a groan like someone waking up in a bad mood.

Huaishi understood—he'd once stayed awake for a full day and night to practice, then had to get up at noon the next day to work for his living expenses; he'd learned that as long as his mind was clear, he could bow to life and return to being a beast of burden.

"This is—"

The crow let out an incredulous cry.

Huaishi understood too—it was the shock of discovering the Book of Fate had filled in future content.

I'm the same, so as I examined the front page, I had to let my mind wander to ease the shock.

"Fortune-Telling," "Predicting the Future," "Just Became the Prince of Paradise, and I Already Started My New OP Life," "I, Who Hold a Stack of Villain Titles, Learn the Future and Decide to Be a Good Person."

Just as Huai Shi thought he could use foreknowledge of the future to make a fortune, a dark shadow reflected in his ink-black pupils.

A phantom bird, seemingly appearing from nowhere, stretched its wings, dragging its weary, trembling body.

Bam—!

"What the fuck!!!"

The crow flapped its wing straight into Huai Shi's face and screamed: "I've been screwed! You fucking bastard!!!"

As the flowing text retracted from the Book of Fate, the crow, still digesting the Divine Wedge, vanished again—and once more fell into slumber.

Dazed, Huai Shi clutched his face, stunned for a long while, then muttered to himself:

"My own father never hit me."

What the hell does that mean?

Before Huai Shi could examine the Book of Fate, he rubbed the reddened spot, his feminine-looking face twisted with grievance, looking heartbreakingly pitiful.

"You okay? Apply this to reduce the swelling."

Su Lin politely offered a tea-scented wet wipe, gazing at Huai Shi and sighing: "If only you'd joined the group earlier—ah, I really wished I'd met you sooner."

Meng Qi, who had been looking for a chance to sabotage Su Lin over the KTV betrayal, suddenly grew calm. He glanced at Su Lin, studied Huai Shi for a moment, recalled the old rumors, and slowly stepped back.

Yi Leina, who had just entered through the main gate with Hourai-san Kyouryuu, twitched at the corner of her eye.

Although he could always be a host, and if survival were at stake, even being forced into a gay relationship might be unavoidable—but.

According to the Bible, homosexuality is a sin.

So it probably wouldn't be…?

As Huai Shi seemed petrified and the surrounding group fell silent.

"Now I can introduce you two sooner," Su Lin said, dragging over Lu Mingfei, who had been sneaking behind a bookshelf, clutching a cultivation technique with his face covered.

"Back in the night of Gao Tian Yuan, the Flower Path Championship lost its brilliance because you weren't there."

"Right, Sakura-chan?"

Host Bond

Lu Mingfei grimaced, glancing at the handsome, effeminate guy across from him: "Hello, I'm Lu Mingfei."

How to put it

Good thing I joined the group late—otherwise I'd have been persecuted long ago.

"Hello, Senior Lu," Huai Shi said with great humility.

"I'm just an amateur," Lu Mingfei tried to correct: "Don't call me senior."

Huai Shi shook his head: "I've read your legend."

The legendary host who couldn't be kept by 100,000 flower tickets, breaking the scatter-shot theory—just hug one rich, beautiful woman and you can lie back and relax.

"I have a commercial job needing two hosts—we can discuss it later."

Su Lin, seeing group members arriving one by one, dragged Lu Mingfei away: "Don't disturb your kitchen anymore—we'll talk later."

Lu Mingfei blinked in confusion: "What are you up to now?"

"There's a female client," Su Lin said, glancing at someone extremely active in the group.

Send two hosts into this guy's dreams every night to perform Goodnight, Miss Klein.

After much bustle, a banquet rivaling a celestial gathering was laid out.

The new member Feng Xiaoxiao had probably fainted from her Awakening Ritual; another middle schooler seemed to be waiting for school to end, and Song Shuhang also had something to attend to, so the gathering hadn't officially begun yet.

"No alcohol this time—though our cultivation has improved greatly, there are minors present."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan nervously sent a request.

Some minors are already working as hosts—technically, Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan shouldn't worry.

"No problem—just tea will do."

Su Lin waved his hand; a porcelain teapot flew out and poured Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan a cup of emerald-green liquid.

"I'm serious."

The Strange Fire lightly touched the cup's surface—swish! —it ignited instantly.

"Don't use the same trick twice—it's a bit wasteful," Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan sniffed the aroma, extinguished the Strange Fire, and downed the entire cup in one gulp.

According to Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan's plan, he was supposed to attempt converting his Battle Qi only after becoming a Dou Emperor.

But each time he drank, Immortal Energy, Spiritual Energy, Blood Qi, Divine Power—all accumulated heavily in the acupoints he had developed through Martial Dao.

So it wasn't just because he'd been tricked last time by these guys pretending to be drunk—it was also that he felt blocked up right now.

I might as well swallow a Hun Tian Di Pill.

Xun Er and the others had taken theirs, but the one Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan had saved for himself remained unused—first, because it made him uneasy; second, because he always felt that swallowing such a pill would truly turn him into one of those movie characters.

"Teacher Yan Sen, about what you mentioned earlier—what do you think?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan continued, emboldened by the slight alcohol.

"It seems Tianshen Sect doesn't care about lineage or birth—on another Earth, any eligible student can simply enroll."

"Since Xiao Xiao's talent is decent, how about letting her join Tianshen Sect as a disciple once she turns one?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan chuckled, taking a cup of tea from Ru Hua and handing it to Teacher Yan Sen beside him.

"Naturally, no problem—such a promising seed, with proper guidance, might even become a White Zunzhe within ten thousand years. But—"

Teacher Yan Sen nodded, then frowned in confusion:

"Given Tianyi Sect's conditions, resources, and the cultivation systems mastered by your companions, shouldn't your prospects be equally boundless?"

"As a senior elder of Tianyi Sect, your resources and admission are obviously not an issue."

"Besides, your sect has Su Zongzhu—a sect master—so your overall conditions should surpass my Tianshen Sect…"

Yan Sen looked at the Awakening Tea but did not reach for it; instead, he raised his head and glanced at Su Lin across from him.

"That's right, that's right," Su Lin crossed his arms and glared at Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan. "What's wrong with the sect? Emperor Yufeng became a Great Saint today!"

"You're the problem as Sect Master!" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan rubbed his head and took a deep breath.

Su Lin narrowed his eyes. "What do you mean, Xiao?"

"Would you be willing to teach every single day?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan looked up at Su Lin and shot back.

"No," Su Lin said confidently. "The resources and cultivation techniques are right there. Our sect relies on self-discipline."

"Big bro, then what the hell are you even talking about?" Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan gazed upward, gesturing around at the others, sighing.

"Look — the Artificing teacher never leaves work!"

"The Discipline Director is counting money every single day!"

"Liu Li Ge isn't bad — but he's only giving online classes now, so it doesn't matter where he is. And there's Kleine — what does he even teach?"

"I remember now — you want a child under one year old to directly face the Old Ones and build resistance?!"

Su Lin looked puzzled, pointing his thumb toward Xing not far away. "Isn't Xingbao also constantly facing Mythic Beasts?"

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan fell silent, staring at Xing, whose innocent face met his gaze. He tried to imagine Xiao Xiao looking like this.

"Hopeless. My life is hopeless."

Especially Especially Especially Xiao Yan covered his eyes, his face filled with despair.