After Kissing the World-Weary Female Supporting Character [Transmigration] - Chapter 75

The rapidly moving bullet stopped mid-air. The sound of the door opening, the screaming female voice, and the gunshot all froze the moment she rushed over.

The world was suspended, once again.

Li Yeběi was frozen in his hideous posture. Ji Ruyue’s expression was no calmer than his. The [sensitive topic] flew into her hand out of thin air, and she aimed the muzzle at Li Yeběi, firing all the remaining bullets.

As the bullets pierced flesh, she slid to the ground. Everything began to move again.

The patient in the blue and white stripes collapsed. The bullet suspended in mid-air dropped straight down bizarrely. The world was ridiculous and strange, and the sound of shattering glass came from a distant western direction. Ji Ruyue reached out to Song Xingzi, wanting to embrace her, but suddenly collapsed to the floor, her expression shifting from confusion to sudden realization.

The sealed box deep within her memory finally opened. Countless pieces of information swept through Ji Ruyue’s mind like a passing typhoon.

Amidst the complex and chaotic information, she grasped the cause of the entire story: as the embodiment of the world’s will, Yuè could not tolerate the endless, twisted narrative cycle that repeated in her world. To end the cycle, Yuè decided to enter the cycle herself to overturn the plot. However, the male lead was the aggregation of the world’s fortune, commonly known as the Son of Fortune. Yuè had to kill the male lead and simultaneously retrieve the fortune he had unjustly seized from the world to truly turn this world into an independent, normal one, allowing her to finally return.

So it was me! It was me all along! The destiny I wanted to resist was my own choice, the fate that left me unable to live or die, cycle after cycle, with no relief—I chose it myself? Hahaha, how absurd! How preposterous!

Ji Ruyue covered her face with her hands, sobbing silently. With the sound of the glass state shattering, she lay on the floor and reached out to Song Xingzi.

She said: “Xingzi, come here.”

I’m sorry, the world is about to be restructured.

She said: “Xingzi, I want some candy.”

Next time, when I open my eyes, will you still tumble into my arms?

Song Xingzi felt like she had been watching a pantomime full of tension and conflict. It wasn’t until Ji Ruyue called her that she reacted, throwing herself into Ji Ruyue’s arms and shaking her arm: “Ji Ji, what’s wrong? Everything is over, he’s dead, I’m fine, why are you unhappy?”

Ji Ruyue held her tight. She could hear the sound of the world breaking apart: “Song Xingzi, I have to go.”

The sky did not tear open, and the beam of light meant to receive her did not descend. She had failed. After the trial participant arrived, would the world be restructured or vanish into nothingness?

Song Xingzi poked her head out and asked her: “Go? Where? Why do you have to go?”

Even though she knew mind-reading didn’t work on Ji Ruyue, Song Xingzi activated it. She truly wanted to know why the world had stopped and why Ji Ji was saying these things.

The moment the words fell, beads of blood began to seep from Ji Ruyue’s body, staining the floor. Song Xingzi shivered in terror, clutching her hand, sending the last bit of residual spiritual power she had into Ji Ruyue’s body.

Ji Ruyue pressed down on Song Xingzi’s hand, picked her up, and placed the little squirrel on her collarbone: “I bless you in the name of [My Will]. You will overcome all danger, live in peace, and have a long life.”

Song Xingzi trembled, rubbing against Ji Ruyue’s chin, her voice choked with tears: “I don’t want a long life. I’ve already lived for hundreds of years! Those with a ‘long life’ are already dead! I want you to live! Don’t say things like that!”

Ji Ruyue gently rubbed back, the movement so slight that Song Xingzi could barely feel it. She quietly looked up at the ceiling, her gaze seemingly penetrating the wood, steel bars, and concrete, looking all the way to the cold, clear, empty sky. The voices in her mind were numerous and loud. Dying, she no longer had the strength to utter any words.

“Yuè, are you leaving? This method may not be effective.”

“By the time you find an effective method, neither you nor I will be left.”

“Yuè, wait a little longer. She will appear. The world was created just for her.”

“The clearer my mind, the more absurd the world is! How can I endure it? How can I bear it? I can’t wait. If she appears, I will definitely kill her, just like killing that ant down there.”

“I’m sick of it. I’m a person, yet I won’t die and have no future. Why don’t I just die? Will swallowing medicine work? Can it make me stop being conscious?”

“Song Xingzi, you have to leave, go to a place without me.”

“If I had known the trial participant was you, I would have definitely kept you, even if I had to suffer another few thousand years of reincarnation.”

“Song Xingzi, I’m hungry. I want to eat candy. I want you to tumble into my arms the moment I open my eyes.”

There were too many and too complicated voices in Ji Ruyue’s mind. Song Xingzi leaned against Ji Ruyue’s face. After listening to it all, her breath was faint.

“Why do you have to go? I forbid you to die, forbid you… We haven’t returned to Qīngqiū together yet. We haven’t gotten married. There are so many things I haven’t done, so many words I haven’t said. You can’t leave me… You can’t… can’t leave me…”

Song Xingzi hugged Ji Ruyue’s cold face, feeling the last trace of her breath fade away.

She wished she had never heard Ji Ruyue’s inner voice if this was the price.

“Ah—”

A repressed, regretful, sorrowful cry echoed through the clouds as the sound of shattering glass grew closer. Spiritual power leaked out. In the dazzling white light, the child, crying as if wronged by the heavens, instantly transformed—one moment into a black and grey canine creature combining the aspects of many beasts, its size filling the entire room; the next, it shrunk, changing into a pure white, squirrel-like creature with only red tail and ear tips.

Song Xingzi shifted continuously between the two forms. Memories from her bloodline inheritance crashed into her mind, and spiritual power scoured her meridians. Song Xingzi endured the pain of different bloodlines vying for dominance, searching through the vast ocean of memory for a way to save her.

I found it! The Nine-Turn Rebirth Technique!

Finally, she stabilized in the black and grey canine creature form, then transformed into her human shape. She used her hand as a blade, slashing toward her own abdomen, muttering incantations.

A black and grey inner core, enveloped in golden light, floated in Song Xingzi’s palm. The spiritual power from her dantian slowly rotated around the outside of the golden light, like a tiny stream, following her chant.

Residual spiritual power repaired her wound. Song Xingzi leaned over and slowly sent the inner core into Ji Ruyue’s mouth: “Ji Ji, here, eat this. I can take you away then. We will never be separated again.”

A huge roar sounded in her ear, like the activation of a behemoth made of iron blocks, silicone, and wire casing. It said: “The heart of a child, unwavering in sincerity. Song Xingzi, evaluation grade: Excellent. Human survival ability evaluation: Failing.”

A powerful suction force accompanied the mechanical sound. As the inner core entered the body and the ancient secret technique began to operate, Song Xingzi only saw Ji Ruyue’s lips move slightly before she was pulled into the vortex by an irresistible force.

After a moment of vertigo, only the cold corpse of the female lead, Song Xingzi, remained on the floor.

“Song Xingzi, Song Xingzi…”

Ji Ruyue murmured, abruptly opening her eyes. Suddenly, bright light filled the space. Her naturally light pupil color became even paler, blending with the whites of her eyes, gradually turning transparent. Countless rays of light rushed in from all directions. Some passed through her body, and some reflected back, merging with the pillar of light descending from above.

“Yuè, welcome back. You succeeded.”

It sounded as if countless people were speaking, indistinguishable by gender, interspersed with the sounds of birdsong, waves, and rain. Numerous discordant syllables unified, and even the world seemed to undulate softly like seawater with the sound.

Steps were generated in the void, made of brilliant golden light, extending inch by inch to Ji Ruyue’s feet. At the very top stood a magnificent golden gate, radiating splendor.

An identical person drifted out of Ji Ruyue’s body and stepped onto the stairs barefoot. The steps suddenly contracted, and Ji Ruyue stood before the golden gate. Behind the door were clouds flowing with brilliant colors and light that was pure to the point of void. She stepped through, and the gate slowly closed.

The sound of shattering glass intensified abruptly. At its peak, it burst open silently, and the brand-new world began to restructure.

It was the world she had dreamed of—one with a future, where people could choose freely, a real world!

“We succeeded. It’s finally an independent world. We have a future.”

Its voice was cheerful. The pure white clouds and golden light rose and fell with its voice, gently stroking Yuè’s hair.

Ji Ruyue said nothing, dispelling the light and clouds. This was where she was born and where she resided. Aside from the clouds, light, and the rules themselves, there was nothing here.

“Yuè, are you unhappy? Why?”

It was puzzled, and the boundless space wavered accordingly.

“Was it your doing?”

Ji Ruyue walked barefoot on the soft clouds to the World Nexus, where a golden tower built from pure light stood, topped with a crystal ball. Through the crystal ball, one could glimpse every corner of the world.

Ji Ruyue was the culmination of the rules, the embodiment of the world’s will. Even though she possessed the female supporting character, Ji Ruyue, for thousands of years, the body still couldn’t fully accept her, which is why Song Xingzi always felt Ji Ruyue’s body was cold and icy.

The rules themselves, which gave birth to her, naturally shared a mental connection with her. Ji Ruyue’s single, out-of-the-blue sentence was fully understood.

“The Son of Fortune was already insane, and you were planning to kill him anyway. I just helped you out.”

Ji Ruyue’s hand brushed over the transparent crystal ball, which randomly displayed a corner of the world: “And before?”

It spoke as a matter of course: “You were getting so close to the trial participant, of course I had to seize the opportunity.”

Ji Ruyue’s expression remained unchanged. She rotated the crystal ball. The point where her fingertip touched revealed the inner thoughts of the people in the room. Her thick, dark brows furrowed: “Why didn’t you send the beam of light?”

It argued plausibly: “The trial participant hasn’t left yet. I calculated that she would sacrifice everything for Yuè. With her spiritual power and mind-reading ability, Yuè can not only control the world better, but our world can also establish a link with the real world.”

“Why?”

Ji Ruyue was perplexed. It was merely the rules themselves and should not possess likes, dislikes, or emotions.

It spoke with righteous indignation: “If we hadn’t been waiting for this trial participant, the world wouldn’t have endlessly repeated its cycle, and Yuè wouldn’t have had to suffer!”

Ji Ruyue frowned, then her expression flattened like a mirror: “You should not have likes, dislikes, or emotions. You are the will of the world, you are the rules.”

With that, Ji Ruyue pointed into the void. Following the painful scream of an infant, the space fell silent.

“As the Son of Fortune unjustly seized fortune from the people, he shall return it the same way. He shall experience the lives of all the people, and only after his last trace of fortune is extinguished will he be processed according to the rules.”

“Yes.”

Its voice was devoid of inflection, completely emotionless.

“I am going to find her. Open the link to the real world.”

“Yes,” it obediently tore open the space, revealing a black interior. “Yuè, have a smooth journey.”