This Voice Pack Is So Damn Pretentious!

The next day.

At the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's main hall.

The main hall of the sect hailed as "the richest under heaven" was luxurious enough to leave any first-time visitor speechless.

Ning Fengzhi sat in the seat of honor, dressed in a pale white robe, his bearing refined and gentle.

To his left sat Sword Douluo, Chen Xin, upright and stern, his gaze sharp as a blade.

To his right was a stooped old man in black robes with a gaunt face: Gu Rong, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's other Titled Douluo, Bone Douluo.

Off to one side, Ning Wen sat obediently.

He had no choice. This was someone else's turf. If he wanted an easier life here, he had to play the obedient junior.

If he had the bad luck to awaken a useless martial soul, the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect would be his meal ticket for years to come.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the hall.

With a bang, the hall doors were kicked open.

Here she comes.

Ning Rongrong.

Ning Wen thought to himself.

There was only one person who could behave so recklessly in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect: Ning Rongrong, its spoiled little princess.

The young girl wore a colorful dress, her hair arranged in an elegant bun. Her skin was fair, her features lovely, and her chin tilted slightly upward. An air of imperiousness seemed to come naturally to her.

Who else could she be but Ning Rongrong?

Ning Rongrong swept into the hall and immediately fixed her eyes on Ning Wen, looking him up and down.

At the sight of his shabby appearance, she gave a little snort.

Looking at Ning Rongrong's pretty face, still touched with baby fat, Ning Wen couldn't help admiring her.

No wonder she was one of the heroines in the original story, one of Shrek's Three Beauties, and the future Nine-Colored Goddess.

Even as a child, she already showed the makings of a beauty who could topple kingdoms.

She was far prettier than those girls from his previous life touted as once-in-a-thousand-years beauties.

Ning Rongrong, however, was in no good mood.

The day before yesterday had been her seventh birthday. She had eagerly looked forward to spending that once-a-year occasion with her father, Grandpa Sword, and Grandpa Gu.

Instead, her father had received a message and hurried out of the sect with Grandpa Sword.

That was bad enough, but after returning, he hadn't even come to see her.

And the hateful boy before her was undoubtedly to blame.

"Dad, Grandpa Sword, the day before yesterday was my birthday. You promised you'd celebrate it with me."

Ning Rongrong folded her arms, looking for all the world like she was saying, I'm upset, so hurry up and make it up to me.

She intended to put this boy in his place.

Ning Wen needed to understand where he stood.

In the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, she, Ning Rongrong, was the boss.

Ning Fengzhi and Chen Xin exchanged a glance, then prepared to coax their precious girl.

"Rongrong..."

He had barely begun speaking when he froze.

That cold inner voice had sounded again.

Heh.

A faint, mocking laugh seemed to rise from the depths of an icy pool frozen for ten thousand years, then drift gently down.

In my previous life, Ning Rongrong picked on me at every turn. Even after our engagement, she never gave me a kind look!

I put up with her time and again because she was my fiancée, but she took my patience for weakness and did that!

The mighty sect master of the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect and a mighty Titled Douluo received the news, and their first thought was to suppress it.

Not for my sake, but to protect the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation.

Too bad for you, the truth couldn't stay buried!

With hearts that cold, how can you even speak of family?

The Voice Pack paused.

When it spoke again, its tone held a measure of self-mockery and even more acceptance.

But perhaps it's for the best.

I've already lived through that ending. I won't cling to the slightest illusion again.

As for what mortals call family ties and romantic love, my heart is still water now. Nothing can stir it.

Ning Fengzhi sat frozen in the seat of honor.

Rongrong was a little mischievous, but surely she wouldn't do anything that would damage the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect's reputation.

Gu Rong doted on Ning Rongrong more than anyone. How could he allow someone to slander her?

He was about to lose his temper when Ning Fengzhi stopped him.

Ning Rongrong's expression shifted, and she abruptly turned her gaze back to Ning Wen.

Did he just speak?

Why did it feel like... I heard something?

Wait, did that voice appear directly in my head?

What was going on?

Was this a ghost?

What are you looking at me for? In my previous life, you barely gave me the time of day. In this life, I'll rise so far above you that you won't be able to reach me!

Holy shit—!!!

Hearing the Voice Pack, Ning Wen guiltily turned his head away.

What the hell was this damn Voice Pack talking about?

It was so damn pretentious, and painfully cringeworthy to boot.

Why not throw in, "The tides can turn in thirty years. Never look down on a poor young man!" while you're at it?

Honestly, he understood Ning Rongrong.

They had promised to celebrate her birthday together, then stood her up. Anyone would feel hurt.

It was only natural for a princess like Ning Rongrong to complain a little.

What did my Voice Pack mean by taking digs at her out of nowhere?

This scene is exactly the same as in my previous life.

She's trying to put me in my place and make me obediently become her lackey.

But who am I? My will is iron. Submit to a woman? Impossible... absolutely impossible!

Ning Rongrong was still staring at Ning Wen in shock.

That voice had just sounded in her head again.

And with it, Ning Rongrong realized she seemed able to hear the boy's thoughts.

A previous life?

The exact same scene?

Putting him in his place?

An iron will?

Whatever the rest of it meant, she really had intended to put the boy in his place.

Noticing Ning Rongrong staring at him, Ning Wen figured that if he wanted to live peacefully in the Seven Treasure Glazed Tile Sect, he needed to get on this little princess's good side.

"Hello, young miss. I'm Ning Wen."

Ning Wen forced down his embarrassment over the Voice Pack and greeted her with a smile.

She's pretty and comes from a good family. How did she end up with such a terrible personality?

And that's not all. She's pampered, can't even cook a meal, and throws a tantrum the moment someone says the wrong thing.

I was a God King who governed the entire Divine Realm, and my cooking was so extraordinary that even the God of Cookery and the God of Emotions admitted they couldn't compare.

Marrying her wouldn't mean getting a wife. It'd mean getting a tyrant to serve.

Come to think of it, parting ways with that foolish woman in my previous life might have been a stroke of luck!

Ning Rongrong's face darkened visibly.

A terrible personality???

A tyrant to serve???

A foolish woman???

She had never suffered an insult like this. She stepped forward, ready to let him have it!

Seeing this, Ning Wen rose from his seat first and reluctantly took a bottle of cola from inside his clothes.

It was his only bottle, and he had been saving it.

But to avoid becoming the target of her anger, he had no choice but to give it up.