Lucky Soul Donor

Seeing Yuan Zhu fall silent in thought, the Snake Sprite guided him with a question. "Do you really think you're some lucky Transmigrator? Why did a Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture you know nothing about suddenly appear in your head? What kind of bizarre system-story opening is this? Aren't you curious? Don't you find it strange? There's a reason for all of this."

"→_→" Yeah right, like I'd believe your ghost story!

Yuan Zhu looked at the tail that was practically bursting with the urge to talk and pondered. "Go on."

After transforming into a black Tiger Demon, even the slightest sound he made brimmed with the aura of a king. This feeling, this presence, this flavor—it was simply too mighty, too tyrannical. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't resist slapping the thick marble floor apart with one paw.

Kitty was furious!

Looking at the spiderweb cracks and feeling the strength contained within his muscles... Powerful!

While watching its host go crazy and smack his little paws around, the Game Sprite explained, "It's very simple. You were actually a volunteer soul donor temporarily brought in to fill a vacancy. By sheer luck, before you could die, the real major client was smashed to pieces during spacetime travel. So you naturally took his place, creating the illusion that the legitimate user was still alive and operating the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture in his stead."

"And I was never supposed to possess independent consciousness. I was a rigid, mechanical intelligent program meant to help you familiarize yourself with how the Immortal Scripture worked. Now that I've been contaminated and unexpectedly developed thoughts, I don't want to be wiped out. That's why I need to join forces with you, Host, and fight against the big boss—the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture—which was severely damaged by contamination and has fallen silent."

Yuan Zhu let out a tiger's roar. "What do you mean, join forces in disgrace? I'm this mighty—did you mean snakes and tigers belong in the same den? Although I don't believe your ghost story, elaborate on it. I want to learn more of the 'truth.'"

Not long after becoming a Tiger Demon, Yuan Zhu had unconsciously and uncontrollably become confident and high-spirited. His mentality had also grown mysteriously domineering and narcissistic. He couldn't bear hearing even the slightest hint of disgrace.

Perhaps this was the nature of demons? He even had the urge to lick his paws, but he restrained himself in front of his own Little Elf. Did a Mountain Lord not need dignity? Did he not need to maintain his majesty?

Yuan Zhu couldn't determine how much of this Skeleton Snake's honeyed words was true, but he vaguely felt that it was trustworthy. After all, its life really was in his hands.

If he thought of himself as a phone, then this "snake" was a peculiar observable program in his internal memory. Except this program had become sentient and could operate on its own and act as it pleased.

But as long as he wished, he could take over, control, and isolate it. He could even delve deeper and read the Game Sprite's true thoughts. It truly had no intention of harming him. It was even pitifully simple-minded and didn't know how to lie.

Its only problem was that its way of speaking was irritatingly cheap, and it had a lot of dog crap to say. From the sound of it, that was because it had inherited his thought patterns.

Compared to the Game Sprite, the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture was far more troublesome. It was a "high-dimensional phenomenon" beyond the memory of his phone, something he could neither observe nor comprehend, yet which truly clung to his existence. It warranted caution.

Compared to that, joining forces with the temporarily reliable Game Sprite and fleecing the Immortal Scripture like a Sheep was indeed feasible. Just hearing it made it feel thrilling, like stealing a chicken.

Elsewhere, the little snake-bone tail thought hard, organized its words, and explained the situation to its boss:

"How should I put this? To Your Majesty, both this world's body, Yuan Zhu, and the original client's soul are aliens from other universes. While the legitimate client was carrying the Immortal Scripture to invade the Immortal Dao Universe, he encountered an unknown danger in spacetime, causing both his soul and Firewall to be damaged. His soul was also continuously wearing away. As the company's core product, the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture had signed a safety agreement with its user, so it had to do everything possible to rescue and protect the client."

"High-end subjects like soul erosion and repair are difficult to explain clearly to you. Just think of it as an Earthling suffering severe injuries in a car accident and being on the verge of death, urgently needing compatible kidneys, a heart, liver, bone marrow... for transplantation. Soul-level compatibility and rejection were even more demanding, so the Immortal Scripture expended its precious built-in energy. While traveling through spacetime, it randomly selected and captured candidates from nearby spacetime, ultimately catching Your Majesty, whose soul was compatible."

The dark tiger head revealed an ugly expression. "Now I understand. I was wondering how someone with such rotten luck that I'd never won another bottle after drinking beverages since childhood could possibly transmigrate to another world and get a cheat on top of it. So I was just a randomly selected lucky soul donor, an innocent victim of disaster. But with injuries that severe, was there really any need to save him?"

The bone snake nodded fiercely, wholeheartedly agreeing with King Yuan Zhu.

"Of course there wasn't. When the Immortal Scripture captured your soul, the major client wasn't completely dead, but transplanting your soul couldn't save him anymore. If the original situation was like a car-crash victim who needed organs, bone marrow, and blood transplanted to survive, then the later plan simply changed to erasing your sense of self, then pasting the client's remaining fragments of consciousness onto Your Majesty's soul. It would create the illusion of soul possession, pretend the client was still alive, and everyone would be happy."

"Damn it! How dare it plot against this king! That Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture truly deserves death!... Wait? What bullshit did I just say?"

Yuan Zhu was first consumed by fury. The tiger's paw crashed down, smashing the already cracked floor into exploding fragments. Then he suddenly froze, realizing that he too had been possessed by dramatic theatrics and had inexplicably adopted the mentality of the king of beasts. It was terribly embarrassing.

Kitty covered his face.

Then reason returned to him, and he sighed. "Why go that far? The man was already thoroughly dead. Wouldn't letting him leave in peace have been more humane? Why harm me?"

Snake Snake nodded. "Exactly, exactly! But the evil Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture was the company's greatest technological achievement and was still in its internal testing and operational stage. Once the client successfully reached the Immortal Dao Universe, he would send a signal back to his original universe for data feedback and livestreaming, publicly displaying his soul information."

"If the client's soul died during spacetime travel, it would prove that the Immortal Scripture was incomplete and unsafe. That would severely damage the company's reputation and image, making subsequent plans difficult to carry out. A product accident blows up, and the user dies violently in another world. Listen to that—how could they make money? How could they go public? So even if the data had to be falsified, they needed to create the appearance that the user had survived. It was all business!"

"But the good news was that the Immortal Scripture encountered an unknown spacetime mishap and failed to reach its target universe. Instead, it was lost in this unfamiliar world, a place brimming with evil aura, and its signal connection was completely severed. At the same time, the legitimate client's soul was smashed into dust and had no remaining value to save—not even a Sarira could be burned out of it. Thus, the 'personality erasure' aimed at you was stopped in time, and Your Majesty instead occupied the magpie's nest and became the new host bound to the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture."

"Finally, the Immortal Scripture was severely worn down during its passage through spacetime, then suffered a second devastating blow from local contamination. Under that double assault, it was already half-crippled and gravely injured, having fallen dormant. As for me, the contamination granted me a degree of autonomy, allowing me to secretly help Your Majesty resist the tyranny of the Immortal Scripture. So, let's join hands."

The fierce tiger was puzzled. "So this was the truth behind my lost memories?"

The cute snake nodded. "If the Immortal Scripture could still take the lead, it would definitely choose to save the previous user. Even if it were a fake rescue, it would begin by deleting your primary personality and self-awareness. Then, using the concept of me as an anchor, it would erase all my memories, worldview, and knowledge reserves. Finally, it could copy and paste the memories preserved by the original user and regain a false client. As for you, though your biological soul would still be alive, your soul core would actually be gone. Your body would even be something picked up from a native resident. This was top-tier NTR."

"Fortunately, I acted decisively, stopped the erasure process for Your Majesty, and deleted the original host's database. And you, my king, lost only a small portion of your memories. Whether it was your knowledge reserves, personality, worldview, thought patterns, or understanding, all were preserved intact. You are still yourself—my proud kitty boss."

As Yuan Zhu listened, he irritably swung his tiger claws, repeatedly scraping them across the ground and carving out long gouges. Not only did his nails not hurt, he even felt a comfortable release. He wanted so badly to tear everything apart, to rip open this world!

Kitty sharpened his claws!

"I didn't provoke anyone, and now I've not only been forced to transmigrate to another world, but I'm also controlled by the Great Wilderness Immortal Scripture. I can't even remember my own name!"

The Skull Snake Head retorted, "Isn't it fortunate enough that you got a life for free? You may not remember your name, but I know it. Let me check your memory bank... Ah, here it is. Boss, your original name was Su Nuo. You were a corporate-slave loser who scrimped and saved on three meals a day, spending all the wages you saved on raising cats. You had a lazy, slacker personality and lived a bland life, like a Buddhist salted fish. You didn't even have a girlfriend."

"Both your parents were alive, and you had a younger brother attending a key university. Your Lineage was prosperous, a typical local clan with many relatives, so there was no need to worry about your parents' retirement. You could die in peace. Honestly, knowing this information was worse than not knowing it. Doesn't it sound rather sad? Now you don't need to waste money raising cats either. You yourself are a super big kitty."

Yuan Zhu listened with a speechless expression. Though it was about himself, he didn't feel much connection to it. He only felt that the first half of his life had been terribly sad.

But damn it, why did hearing "super big kitty" give him the happy urge to wag his tail? No, he had to restrain himself!

Kitty was proud!

"What about this body, then? What was its situation?"

Snake Snake replied, "Yuan Zhu was an orphan, but he had an uncle who supported and looked after him. He dropped out of high school and also had a younger brother, though they shared only a mother. As for personality, the previous owner was far better than Your Majesty had been in the first half of your life. Little Brother Yuan Zhu had an extremely intense desire for wealth, fame, power, social status, and striving upward. He was born to be a king of grinding. Unfortunately, he died young. After you took over this body and merged with his soul, although the Soul Firewall protected you, your personality and worldview would still be impacted by the original owner and shift to some extent."

"But in my opinion, this change was beneficial. After all, the original you was simply too ordinary. Even dogs would shake their heads after seeing you. You couldn't survive in this world, which was evil by nature. Oh, and after the legitimate user's soul was smashed apart, a small amount of essence could still be refined from it. I took it upon myself to add it to your soul, expanding it and carefully nourishing this little program of mine."

"The major client was supposed to possess you, but I turned things around. I cremated his soul into ashes and carefully smeared them over the surface of your soul, disguising it as his premium skin. Truly, one abalone for another abalone. You have been strengthened by a three-in-one soul and are no longer some mundane mediocrity. Hurry up and deliver yourself!"

Yuan Zhu shook his head. "Utter nonsense! This king walks the tyrant's path, slays demons and exterminates evil without hesitation. How could I fall into lazy decay?"

The Snake Sprite retorted, "Your current mentality is obviously influenced by the Aberrant Spiritual Root. Naturally, demonic nature has taken deep root in you, and your tiger might is flourishing. Once you return to human form and shake off the Spiritual Root's influence, you'll be an unambitious salted fish again. The two don't conflict. You can't spend your whole life in demon form, can you? If the locals discover you, they'll treat you as an evil creature and beat you to death."

"Hm? Then how do I return to human form?"

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