Restarting the Script (Seeking Reads + Collections)

"System, get me a bottle of '82 Sprite."

Spirit City, somewhere in a private residence.

Lu Mingchuan lay on a wooden bed, holding a red wine glass, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

[Ding, check-in successful. Reward: one bottle of red wine, Spirit Power +10.]

To think I've ended up in this cliché-ridden place all over again; my head is pounding.

"As expected, you're the only one who never abandons me after all these times. You wretched system, I really thank your ancestors for eighteen generations."

[Normally speaking, the earlier you finish the plot, the higher the completion rate. Any plot you develop on your own is judged as OOC.]

Look at this guy, how shameless.

It's just not following the script, that's all.

Isn't a script just something that provides a general direction? Acting still depends on the actor's improvisation.

[The problem is, the script you're following is something a human could even come up with?]

[You push the protagonist you've already ruined into playing a rival role, point a real sword at his lackeys, play a game of needle against wheat, and make him so angry he can only say you've already found your own path to death.]

[And then there's holding the protagonist's urn...]

"Stop... I get it. I'll act properly this time, alright? I guarantee I'll be the best actor. How about that?"

It's just worried that I'll blow up the protagonist of the original world again.

But...

What kind of script is this? Does he really have to be the gatekeeper of Nuoding City, a villain meant to draw the protagonist's fire?

And then become the experience points that are indispensable to the protagonist's life.

He's just a second-generation heir relying on the shade of his ancestors within Spirit Hall, with no real talent. What would it matter if this Douluo Continent had one less villain?

Yet it insists on letting the protagonist step all over him.

"Bring up that ancient script."

"Oh, right. According to the script's timeline, I'm supposed to be showing an obsessive state toward the Saintess of Spirit Hall right now, aren't I?"

Listening to the system nag about the script once again, Lu Mingchuan recalled the role he was playing in this ancient script.

He was a lovesick second-generation heir, obsessed with the Saintess of Spirit Hall and unable to extricate himself.

Yeah, very cliché.

Next, he was supposed to hold 999 roses representing his love and confess to her.

After that, he would peacefully lie down on the street.

Damn it, how many times has this script been skipped already?

How does it expect him to play the part of a simp? As a sigma male, how could he do such a thing? At the very least, it should have arranged a cool, edgy character based on the lead's personality.

If he doesn't act, he gets stuck here repeatedly, and every time he restarts, he has to review this segment of the plot.

But acting like this as a villain has no style, and it's such a poorly arranged script.

No way. I'm here to live a comfortable life.

Being treated like a roadside weed is absolutely out of the question.

Let's just watch how this villain makes his exit.

Lu Mingchuan carefully calculated in his mind how he would act in a moment.

[Grandmaster Yu Xiaogang has already wandered to Spirit City. Once Xiao Gang makes his move, he'll immediately stage a scene where the world's spirit knowledge drops 100-fold, while I remain completely unchanged.]

[This is a classic scene that can be figured out just by speculating through the Douluo lore, but how should I act to cooperate with this group of morons?]

[I left Spirit Hall directly before; I haven't experienced this part of the plot yet.]

[Should I be furious and humiliated after delivering the flowers, or should I just curse the pair of scoundrels, pretend to have a heart attack, and let my script end for a while?]

[Being a simp—who would like an idiot with a brain smaller than a peanut? Only this script would spoil you, knowing your brain isn't working right, and specifically trying to enlighten you.]

[To be an illiterate idiot even in Spirit Hall—only you could manage that.]

[And in this continent where everyone is love-brained, your Brother Chuan is definitely an existence comparable to Einstein.]

[Bibi Dong, with Brother Chuan here to enlighten you, you should just be happy.]

[Hahahaha~]

Thinking about how he would collapse on the ground and overact.

Then live a comfortable life until Tang San is born, and then continue with this script.

Thinking about it beautifully, the corners of Lu Mingchuan's mouth almost reached his ears.

With everything available in the system space, he'd enjoy himself for a few decades first.

It was a complete miscalculation before—focusing entirely on modifying the plot and forgetting to enjoy life. This time, he absolutely cannot forget, not even if a god says so.

"Bibi Dong, you should be counting your lucky stars that Brother Chuan is here to enlighten you."

"Hahahaha~"

Bibi Dong, who was holding a brush and learning to help Spirit Hall handle some minor affairs, yawned lazily, revealing her graceful figure.

After finishing her work, she had just intended to pick up a book from the shelf to read.

Suddenly, she was startled by a voice in her mind.

She summoned her first martial soul, the Death Spider Emperor, and four soul rings rose around her, the aura of death and tyranny instantly filling the entire room.

"Who is it? Who dares to be so bold as to discuss this Saint directly?" Bibi Dong's pretty face was icy cold.

She had not expected anyone to have the audacity to spy on her, the Saint of Spirit Hall.

The voice had echoed within her room, yet even the guards her teacher had arranged for her had not noticed a thing. If this were someone with malicious intent, wouldn't she have fallen into the hands of a villain?

Bibi Dong scanned her room; it was clean and tidy, with occasional small ornaments exuding a youthful atmosphere.

There was simply no place that could accommodate the person she imagined.

Could it be that she was just exhausted from over-cultivating?

But that didn't make sense; the words she had just heard didn't seem to come from inside the room, but rather directly into her mind.

Recalling that statement, Bibi Dong gritted her teeth and clenched her fists.

Brain no bigger than a peanut?

Illiterate?

Idiot?

As someone who had studied diligently since childhood, she was, if not profoundly learned, at least among the top in terms of knowledge reserves in the soul master world. How could she be the idiot that bastard described?

The final sentence, laced with laughter, caused Bibi Dong's icy face to darken.

Enlighten?

Who are you calling an unevolved monkey?

And "Brother Chuan"—do you dare say that to my face?

At the same time, she pondered how the voice had been transmitted directly into her mind. Had someone suffered a mishap while cultivating their spiritual power?

But the familiar tone made Bibi Dong slowly recall it, and she shouted his name in anger.

"Lu—Mingchuan."

Bibi Dong recognized his voice perfectly.

That incredibly annoying guy who hovered around her every day, and for some reason, was so favored by her teacher and the others.

Every time he saw her, he was full of flowers and sweet words.

Yet, that was what he actually thought of her in his heart—treating her like a brainless woman.

To think that such a two-faced person could deceive her teacher and the others, all of whom kept telling her to spend more time with this annoying pest.

It seemed that his daily behavior toward her was all just a facade to put on a show for her teacher.

Bibi Dong had never imagined that the person who always wore a smile on his face could have such deep hidden motives.