I Was About to Be Killed Off Right at the Start?

The sky was thick with dark clouds, yet delicate voices flowed from within the house.

"Young Master, Miss Qin has already been kneeling outside for three hours..."

The girl's voice was full of worry. It was crisp yet sounded like heavenly music; simply calling it pleasant was no longer enough to describe it.

"Just let her keep waiting."

Su Qing lounged lazily before the Grand Preceptor's Chair, quietly admiring the autumn rain that was about to fall.

His carefree attitude made the Pretty Maid before him unable to resist overstepping her station.

"Young Master!!"

Su Qing's view was suddenly blocked.

She was simply too petite, and had to rise onto her tiptoes to make herself seem intimidating.

Especially with that delicate, girl-next-door face, she looked even more harmless.

Fierce in a soft, milky way?

The only pity was that such a face was completely unworthy of her heavenly voice.

How should one put it?

There was an indescribable sense of incongruity...

As the maid closest to Su Qing, Lian Yin undoubtedly wielded considerable influence.

"But if you let her keep kneeling, it might affect the Realm Protectorate's reputation. Then..."

Before the Pretty Maid could finish, she was suddenly pulled into the young man's arms.

The unexpected turn of events left Lian Yin completely stiff.

The young master's handsome face came close in an instant, so close she could almost feel his breath.

Lian Yin's mind went blank, and her lively eyes instinctively darted away.

Even after staying by his side for so long, that gentle, jade-like face still filled her with guilt whenever she looked at it one time too many.

To deceive him like this... I really am burdened with sin!

Suddenly.

"Lian Yin, you seem rather concerned about this Miss Qin."

Su Qing looked thoughtful.

His hand naturally stroked her back lightly, as if soothing her emotions.

However.

The thin fabric of her dress offered almost no obstruction, and he could clearly feel the warmth beneath it.

By the standards of a hand warmer, the girl's soft, warm body was quite satisfactory.

"I-I wasn't concerned! I'm only thinking of the Young Master's interests."

"The rain outside is getting heavier. If this adopted daughter of the Duke of Tang falls seriously ill, it will greatly affect the Realm Protectorate's reputation."

Lian Yin's body stiffened for a moment. She pouted and said,

"Anyway, I'm just a little maid. I can't influence the Young Master's will. Do whatever you want."

A trace of grievance showed on her exquisite little face, as if she had been wronged by his suspicion.

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After speaking, she rose and tried to leave, wanting to prove her loyalty.

"All right, all right, I understand!

"But this concerns too much. I still need to think it over."

Su Qing seemed a little unwilling to be cruel and compromised helplessly.

Only after hearing this did Lian Yin let out a sigh of relief. Based on her understanding of the Young Master, this was undoubtedly a sign that he had agreed.

The Pretty Maid inadvertently revealed the sly delight of a Little Fox.

But when the door closed, she failed to notice the trace of mockery that quietly surfaced on her master's face.

Only at the third stage of Tea Power, and truly weak as a chicken.

Easy to control!

Su Qing's expression held neither sorrow nor joy, only faint melancholy.

Even the maid adopted by the Realm Protectorate years ago was a hidden agent planted by someone else... How many years had this game been in the making?

Going to such lengths to encourage his meeting with the female protagonist?

What an ambitious subordinate!

Her methods of persuasion were simply too clumsy. She still needed practice.

When he found the time, he would have to make her realize who the master really was...

"Of course I'll meet her, but..."

"A favor obtained too easily will seem cheap!"

Tapping the armrest lightly, the young man slowly rose and walked before the mirror, gazing at his reflection.

Dressed all in white, gentle as jade.

He wore no unnecessary ornaments, yet looked completely untouched by the dust of the world.

What an elegant young beauty in this filthy mortal world!

I love it, I love it!

Su Qing was naturally quite satisfied with such looks.

But he could not understand it. With a face like this, why had he failed to charm even one of the female protagonists?

In the end, he had instead become a stray dog everyone shouted at.

It made no sense. It truly made no sense!

Tsk!

The young man gave a self-mocking smile.

Well, discussing this in a world where immortals existed was indeed somewhat ironic.

Something like a humanoid incubus was only suitable for staying in adult games.

But for a cannon-fodder character who was merely part of the game's background, such things were utterly insignificant!

Su Qing narrowed his eyes, still sorting through the chaotic memories flooding his mind.

So I was a transmigrator!

And he had transmigrated into the open-world anime-style game called "Apocalypse of Goddesses."

Three hundred years after the founding of Great Yu, the empire had reached its peak under the diligent rule of the current Yan Emperor.

But as the Yan Emperor inevitably approached the end of his life, he began to immerse himself in the path of immortality, attempting to defy heaven and change his fate, and thus neglected state affairs.

Once the Realm Protectorate, the pillar that held up the sky, collapsed overnight, the turmoil only intensified.

It was during this period that the Goddesses, each holding different visions, entered the mortal world one after another and returned to the red dust of society.

As a player, one could freely choose a Goddess one admired and support her, thereby embarking on a magnificent, epic life!

The Goddesses within the game were especially its most distinctive feature.

Each was an ascetic beauty who inspired the desire to conquer, paired with the modern standard of silk stockings, high heels, and uniforms.

All one could say was that the artists understood men.

But beneath this overwhelming pandering to otaku tastes lurked the cruelty of the game's story.

There were immortal fairies and Goddesses, but in the end they could not escape human emotions and worldly delusions. To achieve their personal goals, they treated all living beings as pawns and all spirits as fuel.

There was the Martial Path to immortality, but there were also dark calamities that corroded everything.

It thoroughly demonstrated how difficult life was for NPCs who were not the protagonist, with the people of Great Yu endlessly struggling to survive.

Of course, Su Qing himself could not feel even the slightest sympathy.

Why, you ask?

Because he had been sacrificed to heaven long before the main storyline even began!

This unworthy one was precisely the eternal sinner who had caused the Realm Protectorate's downfall and plunged the world into chaos.

"My memories of my past life took more than ten years to awaken, and I'm about to be killed off right at the start!?"

"This isn't funny at all!"

Without those returning memories, Su Qing even felt he might already be lying on a plank, waiting for burial.

Because he was currently trapped in an unsolvable death game!

A few days earlier.

The Duke of Tang had colluded with foreign enemies and attempted rebellion. His household had been confiscated, he had been imprisoned, and his execution was imminent.

As the only adopted daughter to escape the disaster, Miss Qin had not fled at a time like this. Instead, she had rushed everywhere seeking help.

In the end, she had abandoned all dignity and knelt before the former brother-in-arms of the Duke of Tang.

Tell me, how could one refuse to help after that?

Given the former friendship between the Duke of Tang and the Duke of the Realm Protectorate, and the bond they had forged on the battlefield, the Realm Protectorate ought to help, both emotionally and rationally.

But the one who had issued the order was the current Emperor. His golden words could not be changed, and the entire court, inside and out, had fallen silent.

Especially in the current murky situation, the slightest mistake would lead to utter ruin.

Yet now that the girl had come begging at their door, she had dragged the Realm Protectorate, which had tried to remain uninvolved, straight into deep waters.

All one could say was that loyalty and righteousness could not both be preserved. Whatever they did, they would be branded with a vile reputation!

"Are they really that eager to see my family destroyed?"

Su Qing sighed hollowly. He clearly knew that the pitiful fool outside had been guided by an expert.

There was no helping it.

As the foremost stabilizing force in the capital, the Realm Protectorate supported the current precarious situation and was simply too much of an eyesore.

In the words of a certain Goddess, it had obstructed the progress of destiny and the rebirth of the True Dragon!

And this was the beginning of Su Qing's miserable cannon-fodder route.

First, he would hesitate over whether to help with the Duke of Tang's case, causing the imperial family to grow suspicious and his allies to spurn him.

Then there would be his "affair," which would ruin his reputation.

His dear elder sister would be criticized for hoarding troops and acting independently, until the entire Realm Protectorate was ultimately weighed down by accumulated troubles.

It looked like a string of misunderstandings, but in reality every one of them was the scheme of someone with ulterior motives. He would become nothing more than a stepping stone whose sacrifice was necessary for the world's people!

To be honest, even after reviewing everything from the beginning, he could not see any hope.

There was only a profound sense of powerlessness.

But what a pity!

The Su Qing of now was no longer the minor character in the game whom anyone could manipulate at will. He was a transmigrator who knew the entire plot.

With cheats activated, how could he possibly still lose?

Defeat? It did not exist!

He was already impatient to make that Goddess who looked down on all living beings and treated them as pawns kneel and sing her surrender!

And the most crucial first move was the big-breasted, brainless fool outside.

You were so loyal and affectionate. Just how great a price could you pay?

All of a sudden.

The rain poured down, and Lian Yin outside was clearly reaching her limit.

"Lian Yin, bring her in."

Only then did Su Qing call out leisurely.

"Yes!"

The Pretty Maid waiting at the door answered without hesitation.

The girl hurriedly grabbed an umbrella and rushed into the torrential rain, heading toward the figure standing in the downpour.

The icy rainwater made the stubborn figure waiting there tremble faintly.

The light in those eyes had gradually faded away.

She seemed to have lost all awareness of the outside world, and had not even noticed anyone approaching.

Until an umbrella shielded her from the rain.

"The Young Master asks you to come inside."

Lian Yin spoke to the beauty with the desolate expression.

Qin Lan Shan's unfocused gaze finally regained its light at that moment.

She looked at the door that had finally opened, and hope once again bloomed in her dim eyes.

The alluring mature woman staggered to her feet and headed toward that place of hope.

She seemed completely unaware that her body had left the umbrella's protection.

Su Qing lifted his teacup and took a sip as he watched that figure walk in.

She was a tall, mature woman with an elegant bearing.

Her long, ink-black hair had long since been soaked by the rain, yet it had not diminished her charm in the slightest.

If anything, it added a touch of tragic beauty to her gentle, refined, and breathtaking features.

Perhaps because she was cold, her face was slightly pale, and even her lips had lost their color.

But even so, the bearing of a Daughter of a Great Clan was already on full display before the young man.

Her plain, elegant dress clung tightly to her body, revealing an incomparably voluptuous figure.

Clearly, this mature beauty looked exceptionally well-suited to bearing children.

After entering the room, her delicate body seemed to tremble even more visibly.

Rainwater dripped from her body, making the Daughter of a Great Clan look even more pitiful and lovable.

Who could possibly refuse a beautiful woman like this when she came seeking help?