After My Death, Everyone Repented (Transmigration) - Chapter 64.1

At the age of six, aside from enduring hardship, bitter winters, meeting each other, and relying on one another, nothing particularly significant happened.

Except for that one snowy night when she fell ill with a fever, unconscious and unaware.

That one kneeling gesture from Chi Yi made Xie Shaojun decide never to deceive her again.

With her character’s facade on the verge of collapse, the system, in violation of protocol, helped Xie Shaojun unlock these sealed memories, along with the consequences if she continued down this path of breaking character.

She would soon die due to mission failure.

And Chi Yi, having fallen in love with the wrong person, would suffer for the rest of her life.

The mission would be deemed a failure, and Chi Yi’s next life would never know happiness again.

The system asked Xie Shaojun, “Do you know why ‘Misplaced White Moonlight’ requires role players?”

Xie Shaojun replied that she didn’t.

The role-playing mission was meant to maintain the stability of the dimension, patching up the loopholes in each small world.

Since the world of the novel was classified as one of the three thousand small worlds, akin to parallel universes it wasn’t just about paper-thin characters. Every role had its own behavioral logic and agency.

Chi Yi was the female lead of this small world, possessing extraordinary intelligence. According to the novel’s setting, she would one day achieve unparalleled prowess in the field of technology.

Chi Yi was brilliant. From a young age, she had delved into numerous fields of bio-computing technology, including computer science, artificial intelligence, cloud computing, and blockchain.

Her doctoral research in artificial intelligence was particularly focused on EEG brainwave technology, recording and analyzing human brain activity and applying it to AI.

The breakthrough in this technology came during the final stages of Chi Yi’s Ph.D. in the U.S., when she and her classmates conducted brainwave recordings.

And within those brainwaves, she traced her past and present lives.

“In those brainwaves, she remembered you. It was incredible. She must have loved you deeply. Even though it was her past life, she could still trace those memories through her brainwaves. As a result, she could never love anyone else again. To maintain dimensional stability, the World Rules expended tremendous effort to reset her emotions and reboot this world.”

“So that’s why she seems like an emotionless, high-level human?”

“You could say that. Chi Yi’s fate in this life is predetermined, she is a real, tangible person in this dimension. The World Rules couldn’t erase her golden finger (cheat ability), so they severed all her emotions at the root to prevent her from recalling the past. But this also meant she couldn’t naturally develop feelings for the female lead. That’s why we needed you to role-play the villainess, serving as the catalyst for their relationship.”

“Oh.” Xie Shaojun asked expressionlessly, “What if Chi Yi later discovers that No. 1 isn’t Jian Qing, it’s me? And that her feelings were fabricated? Will the dimension collapse?”

“The variability of World Rules is a subject of ongoing research at headquarters. Over the past decade, there have been several cases where the main CP failed to develop feelings due to external electromagnetic interference. Even so, for quick transmigrators like you, the mission is fixed. You just need to complete your task. As for whether the native female lead and her love interest still derail the plot despite our efforts to guide them correctly well, the World Rules will handle the fallout based on the severity of the damage, ensuring causality remains intact.”

The system told Xie Shaojun, “Just focus on completing your mission. Your task is to finish this storyline. Whether Chi Yi and Jian Qing end up together is for the World Rules to worry about.”

Chi Yi was her, and your mission reward was the hope that she would be happy in this lifetime. If you broke character, the reward would vanish, and she would never find happiness again.

It wasn’t until that moment that Xie Shaoyun finally understood.

Neither of them was at fault. The only mistake was that they were never meant to be.

Xie Shaoyun had never disliked Chi Yi, and Chi Yi had never disliked her either.

But perhaps their luck was simply too poor every time they met, it was destined to end in tragedy.

At six years old, when they parted, Chi Yi asked Xie Shaoyun for her name. Xie Shaoyun had to suppress all her love and impulses, forcing herself to lie and tell Chi Yi, “My name is Number One.”

Chi Yi asked Xie Shaoyun, “How old are you?”

Xie Shaoyun’s tongue curled around the words “five” and “six,” but in the end, she heard herself softly reply, “Five.”

For violating the rules of the quick transmigration system, both the system and Xie Shaoyun were punished by the main system. Their points were reset to zero, a bolt of lightning struck their minds, and all memories from the age of six even those from past lives, were sealed away.

Yet even without those memories, without the childhood they shared at six, Xie Shaoyun ,a seasoned veteran on the verge of completing ten quick transmigration missions still fell in love with Chi Yi.

Chi Yi once told her she had watched a program about two isolated islands that, due to natural forces and tectonic shifts, merged and then drifted apart.

After recounting this, she asked Xie Shaoyun, “If two islands are separated by mountains and seas, can those barriers ever be overcome?”

Xie Shaoyun didn’t know if mountains and seas could be leveled. But she knew that if Chi Yi was the island waiting for Xie Shaoyun’s rescue, then Xie Shaoyun, the one meant to save her had, in truth, been the one longing to be saved all along.

In countless lifetimes, across countless years, her soul had always yearned for salvation.

When she fell in love with Chi Yi despite having lost all her memories…
When she faked her death, donated a kidney, and exposed Jian Qing’s true nature, stirring up the still waters of fate,
And when they met again, and she found herself softening toward Chi Yi time and time again, unable to sever the love that bound them,

The system had been wrong about one thing. Xie Shaoyun’s role-playing mission had been a success. When she asked Chi Yi for a divorce, steering the plot back on track before stepping into death, she had completed her task.

But her mission reward was: In the next life, Little Chi must be happy.

A world without Xie Shaoyun was one where Little Chi would never find happiness again.

The system couldn’t fulfill Xie Shaoyun’s reward, so the rules of the world kept her in this plane of existence.

Bound to Chi Yi’s soul, her identity was automatically reconstructed based on Xie Shaoyun’s parallel world memories.

The system spun a flimsy lie, suggesting Xie Shaoyun help Little Chi find happiness. At the time, Xie Shaoyun thought it was absurd, what did the fate of the world have to do with her?

All she needed to do was ensure Chi Yi didn’t die.

But later, she realized: So this is it.

It was a reminder her mission reward was for Little Chi to be happy.

And the only thing that could make Little Chi happy was this: Xie Shaoyun had to live. She had to stay by her side.

Snow fell over the capital, the coldest night of the year.

Chi Yi believed this was the most frigid winter evening she had ever experienced. If she had to find a tangible comparison, it would be the icy chill of Xie Shaoyun’s lips one winter, after she had eaten three boxes of sixi dumplings.

Her assistant hurried over with an extra coat, panting as she stepped out of the elevator. From a distance, she spotted Chi Yi standing near the hospital furniture.

This was the intensive care unit. Half an hour ago, Xie Shaoyun had been rushed in for emergency treatment.

Chi Yi leaned against the corner of the hallway near the elevator, showing no intention of stepping forward. Amid the crowd of anxious, pacing people, she was the calmest one.

Her assistant stopped in front of her after a few steps. The snow outside was heavy, and a few flakes clung to the assistant’s head, her fingers red from the cold.

Chi Yi took the coat from her hands and glanced at the assistant’s damp hair.

“Go home,” she told her.

“But tonight, you ”

“I won’t need the car. Pick me up at the hospital tomorrow morning.”

The assistant nodded but couldn’t suppress her curiosity. Why did Chi Yi seem utterly devoid of grief? Could even her partner’s life hanging by a thread not shake her composure?

Her gaze lingered on Chi Yi’s face, and Chi Yi caught it, lifting her eyes to meet it.

With a thud, the assistant felt her scalp prickle, her back pressing against the wall behind her.

Her coat snagged on a rivet, leaving her frozen like a panicked bird, sweat beading on her forehead.

A sixth sense told her she had to say something or she’d end up like the last assistant.

Fortunately, Chi Yi disliked inefficient employees, but she had one redeeming quality: if a mistake was made, a convincing reason could earn leniency.

“I… I-I…” The assistant scrambled for an explanation.

Chi Yi frowned but patiently waited, which seemed to encourage the assistant. Catching her breath, she decided honesty was best. “I’m sorry, Ms. Chi.”

She apologized and admitted, “I was distracted just now, wondering, How can you stay so composed in a situation like this? What could move you…?”

“I am composed,” Chi Yi cut her off. Seeing the assistant nod, she fell silent for a moment before smiling.

“I’m human,” she said. “Humans feel grief, despair, fear, helplessness.”

Perhaps she hadn’t before, but with Xie Shaojun, she had tasted all the bitterness and sorrow life could offer. So she grew accustomed to pain, numb to it. But Xie Shaojun had just promised her, she wouldn’t die.

“What?” The assistant’s lips parted.

Chi Yi didn’t elaborate.

She thought back to half an hour ago, when the stretcher had brushed past her, and Xie Shaojun’s eyes had opened.

In the dim night, their gazes met, and scalding tears had spilled from Xie Shaojun’s eyes.

At first, Chi Yi thought it was from pain. She leaned close to the gurney, pressing her ear near.

She heard Xie Shaojun call her name in a weak, halting voice: “Chi, Yi.”

The sound was hoarse, tinged with something metallic. I’m here, Chi Yi told her, urging her not to speak, it would strain her throat.

Xie Shaojun just looked at her, tears soaking Chi Yi’s fingers, which Chi Yi wiped away one by one. She had never seen Xie Shaojun like this before. Panicked, unsure how to comfort her, she could only murmur, “Don’t cry.”

“You’ll be fine.”

Chi Yi said it to reassure Xie Shaojun and herself.

But the tears on her fingertips still burned.

She didn’t know what to do.

The stretcher was set down, and doctors rushed to check Xie Shaojun’s vitals.

Someone nearby whispered, Is this a final rally?

Chi Yi’s expression vanished. She dropped to her knees beside Xie Shaojun, leaning close to her ear and softly calling her name.

“Puppy.”

“Don’t fall asleep.”

Xie Shaojun forced her eyes open, staring at Chi Yi. After what felt like an eternity, she swallowed back exhaustion.