si-mexico Chapter 4 In 3 seconds, I need to know all his information.
Chapter 4 In 3 seconds, I need to know all his information.
[A reminder to the host to accept the beginner's quest: Help the protagonist seek help from passing cultivators and guide them onto the right path of cultivation.]
Wang Laoliu was roaring inwardly: "Damn it, just agree to accept the mission!"
"I will not accept this mission."
【…】
"Since I'm going to be a proper villain and spur the protagonist to grow, then I should trip him up more. From now on, I will refuse any missions that require me to directly help the protagonist."
You are so heartless, so cold-blooded, so selfish.
"Hello, Qiong Yao."
Li Tingyun countered, "What is my status now?"
The Lord of Taiji Hall, the biggest villain in this book.
What did the villain do before?
[The protagonist becomes an orphan after the massacre of Lingxi Village.]
"So, what does the protagonist want to do in the future?"
[Cut the villain to pieces, and step on his face to ascend to immortality.]
"If I die in the world of a book, can I be resurrected in the real world?"
No, it's impossible.
"Ha, at least you're honest."
Li Tingyun outwitted Wang Laoliu, saying, "But, for you, it doesn't matter whether I live or die. As long as I complete the main quest before I die, you can be completely free and return to the real world from the dark room, right?"
Yes, that's right.
"Sixth Brother, you always leave things unsaid. Do you know what that kind of behavior is called?"
What are you calling for?
"What a rip-off."
Li Tingyun coldly said, "You're trying to kill your father."
[How dare you! I, Wang Laoliu, am the author himself! If we're talking about seniority, I'm your biological father!]
If you're a man, you have to stand firm on the issue of who's the good father and who's the son of a bitch.
Li Tingyun smiled slightly, "Eunuchs can't have sons."
Killer.
The humble sixth brother didn't recover from this feeling for a long time.
Li Tingyun took the initiative to ask, "Sixth Brother, do you know why the completion rate of male-oriented fantasy novels is low in the dimensional space you mentioned?"
The system shut itself down and remained silent.
Li Tingyun: "I suspect it's because the cultivation world is too different from real life, the living conditions are too harsh, and it's easy to get to the point of life and death. The host is very poor at adapting to this unfamiliar competitive environment, so what's the point of not dying?"
He continued his deduction: "Therefore, to complete the cultivation scenario, you must not rush into completing tasks or recklessly intervene in too many causes and effects without fully understanding the situation. Instead, you must first adapt to the environment—in short—"
[...How could I possibly survive?]
"Ruzi can be taught."
【…】
Wang Laoliu: You've gone too far! You still want to be my father.
However, host, 001 needs to remind you of two things.
"Let it go if you fart."
[The first task—helping the protagonist embark on the right path of cultivation—is actually part of the main quest sequence, and the host has no right to refuse it.]
"..."
[Second thing—The host's initial merit points were 100, and current merit points are -1000. Reason for merit point deduction: Overly close relationship with the system.]
"???"
Li Tingyun said, "I am not Sister Li."
There's a compatibility issue between the host and the system. That's why I was initially reluctant to disclose too much system information to you.
[Compatibility is another important metric besides merit points. Compatibility values typically increase as tasks are completed. The higher the compatibility between the system and the host, the more information the host can obtain from the system.]
[However, host, you haven't completed a single task yet, but I've already given you all my savings. Violating this rule will deduct merit points, so there's no other way; you'll have to live in debt.]
Li Tingyun: "What happens if my merit points are too low?"
Logically speaking, the lower the host's merit points, the less freedom of movement they have, and the greater the system's coercive effect on them.
However, this rule only applies when the merit value is positive.
[The host now owes 1000 merit points, which is not a small amount. The system has bypassed my manual intervention and will punish you in three seconds.]
"..."
Li Tingyun simply lay down on the ground with his eyes closed.
Ten seconds later.
He opened his eyes.
This time, it doesn't seem to be the physical punishment method that was expected, such as a headache or electric shock.
Weird.
[Eek... Host, you've become so small.]
Li Tingyun sat up, and his clothes seemed to have suddenly become much larger, slipping loosely off his shoulders.
He raised his arms and looked at his two hands, which had shrunk by almost half.
Shocked, Li Tingyun roared at him, "Idiot!"
"Rejuvenation, reverse aging—what kind of operation is this?! Is this even possible?! Does your system have a complaint channel?!"
[001 Warm Reminder: Due to the host owing thousands of merit points, the system has decided to impose action restrictions, and the host's physiological functions and cultivation level will revert to the chronological age of twelve.]
Li Tingyun's throat tightened. "Sixth brother, what level is the twelve-year-old Taiji Hall Master roughly at?"
The original book never wrote about the villain's rise to power.
He was at his peak from the very beginning, definitely the pinnacle of combat power.
【hiss……】
[Twelve-year-old Li Tingyun is probably a piece of trash.]
To be honest, I discovered that this thieving system was spying on my outlines and drafts.
[I conceived and designed the plot of turning the protagonist back into a child in the outline. It was to give the protagonist a cheat code at the end. He couldn't defeat the adult villains, but he could easily kill the young ones with a single kick!]
"You are so wise."
Li Tingyun was shocked for the second time.
[Hehe, I'm afraid readers will hate me if I write this kind of plot, so I've just left it in the outline to gather dust.]
I designed over a dozen endings, but each one was more outrageous than the last. In the end, I couldn't think of a good solution, so I gave up on updating.
"A dozen or so endings mean a dozen or so ways to die, right?"
Yes.
"You really are the sixth one, truly deserving of the title."
[Likewise, likewise.]
Li Tingyun, dragging his ill-fitting clothes, walked up to the protagonist who was fast asleep and began to pull down his pants, belt, and underwear.
They all took over themselves.
I stretched my arms and legs and tried it on; it fit perfectly.
[Host, what you're doing is unethical.]
What is morality?
Li Tingyun countered, "Do villains need morality?"
He covered the protagonist's head with the gaudy purple robe that had been covering himself, and then brought over several piles of tattered baskets and dry straw, piling them all over the protagonist to completely cover his body.
After that, he searched everywhere for rags and clothes, tore them into strips, and wrapped them around his head, leaving only his eyes exposed.
Of course, a slit was left under the nostrils.
Having done all this, he finally decided to leave.
"Let's go find that passing monk and have him take the protagonist home."
[Wait, host, someone's coming...]
[He's a cultivator, flying on a sword, and will arrive at the battlefield in three seconds.]
Li Tingyun asked curiously, "Who is it?"
[Strange, how could it be him? That shouldn't be the case.]
Li Tingyun was still curious: "Who is it?"
[This is so strange, he shouldn't be here right now...]
"You better explain yourself clearly—!!!"
Li Tingyun suddenly felt his body lighten, as if a force was lifting him up. His feet barely left the ground, and his entire body lost its center of gravity, floating lightly in mid-air.
The surrounding scenery spun slowly in his limited vision.
Until their gaze settled on that abrupt figure in white.
The reason it is described as "abrupt" is because in this filthy place, that white-clad person was so clean.
A man with a sword, dressed in plain white, stands out from the scene.
It is even better than a white magnolia flower that has fallen into the mud, its pure whiteness too dazzling.
What Li Tingyun saw when he looked back was a fleeting, solitary figure that suddenly appeared at the end of the path.
The two locked eyes, as if facing off in close combat.
Li Tingyun saw it clearly: the eyes that met his gaze were calm, and the brows conveyed a sense of indifference and detachment.
The man had a vermilion mark on his forehead, unlike the cinnabar mole that women use to adorn their makeup; it was a natural, half-inch vertical red mark.
Against her porcelain-white skin, she resembled a touch of red plum blossoms reflected in the snow, her beauty dazzling.
"This person... is really good-looking," Li Tingyun thought to himself.
Instead, communicate with the system using brainwaves:
"I need all his information in three seconds."