Forced to Act out a Strange Script with a Rival - Chapter 113

Si Xiaoxiaoxia actually has decent motor nerves—perhaps because she’s a bit of a “simpleton,” she remains incredibly healthy even without much exercise. She can sprint against others in eight-centimeter high heels, making her practically a martial arts expert in her own right.

The moment she was attacked, her body reacted faster than her brain, darting aside instantly. Due to her unstable footing, she let out a cry and tumbled down several short stone steps. She rolled several meters until her back slammed into a cold, metallic decorative object, finally coming to a halt.

Dull aches pulsed throughout her body, especially in her elbows and knees, which stung like fire.

Though she was in a pathetic state, the good news was that this sudden assassination attempt seemed to have… ended?

The expected follow-up attack never came. Gasping with lingering fear, Si Xiaoxiaoxia focused her gaze and realized it wasn’t that the woman on the bed had given up. Rather, a pitch-black iron chain, as thick as an adult’s arm, was shackled around her slender yet powerful ankle!

The other end of the chain was embedded deep within the heavy stone wall, firmly restricting her to a fixed radius centered around the bed, preventing her from reaching the distant Si Xiaoxiaoxia.

What’s going on? Starting off with a confinement PLAY? This setting is a bit too intense!

“You…” Si Xiaoxiaoxia endured the pain as she scrambled up from the ground, dusting herself off. Just as she was about to demand an explanation for the unprovoked attack, her eyes unexpectedly met another pair.

Those were an exquisite pair of phoenix eyes, the corners slightly upturned—a shape that should have been romantic and soulful, but was currently filled only with frigid frost and undisguised loathing.

Like eternal ice or a poison-tipped blade, the gaze pierced straight into Si Xiaoxiaoxia’s heart, making her shudder instantly.

Even as a prisoner with disheveled hair and a pale face, the woman on the bed kept her spine straight and her chin slightly tilted, possessing an inviolable, proud character. With a face beautiful enough to topple cities now frozen in coldness, and lips pale from weakness, she spat out a curse filled with bone-deep hatred: “Despicable scoundrel!”

“Me? Despicable??” Si Xiaoxiaoxia pointed at her own nose. Getting hit and then insulted for no reason sent a surge of anger through her.

But when she looked at that face—which was identical to a younger version of Li Ting—her anger vanished instantly.

Yes, a youthful Li Ting.

The woman before her looked very green and immature, appearing to be only about fifteen or sixteen years old.

Wasn’t this… wasn’t this exactly how Li Ting looked when she and Si Xiaoxiaoxia first met, practicing hard together in the training class? That unique coldness and stubbornness were replicated perfectly on this face.

For a moment, Si Xiaoxiaoxia felt dazed, as if she had traveled through time back to those years filled with sweat and dreams.

“You destroyed my sect, imprisoned me here, and even dared to try and use me as a ‘dual-cultivation furnace’ to harvest my energy! There is no scoundrel in this world more base and shameless than you!” This “Mini Li Ting” on the bed was much more talkative than the adult Li Ting, who was usually stingy with words and emotionally reserved. Right now, she was shouting accusations with righteous indignation, every word carrying a blood-tear-like indictment.

Destroyed the sect? Imprisonment? Cultivation furnace?!

The information was massive; Si Xiaoxiaoxia listened with her jaw dropped. Instinctively, she wanted to deny it: “I didn’t…”

However, just as her defense began, her throat felt as if it were suddenly seized by an invisible hand. All sound was forcefully blocked; she could only produce futile, raspy gasps.

Immediately after, that familiar, annoying system prompt—mixing mechanical texture with malicious humor—rang out in her head:

[Warning! The host must strictly play the current script persona. Actions or words severely inconsistent with the character setting are prohibited! Failure to comply will be deemed a mission failure, and punishment mechanisms will be activated!]

Script persona?! Why is this restriction back again?! Didn’t you upgrade?! Didn’t you give me special privileges?!

Thus, Si Xiaoxiaoxia simply stopped talking. She looked at “Li Ting No. 2,” but pretending to be a silent master required skill; as her gaze landed on the other woman, it felt scorching hot.

The “Mini Li Ting” on the bed was draped only in a thin, nearly transparent white veil—it couldn’t even be called clothes, just fabric she had shredded with a dagger to barely cover herself.

Her slender collarbones and a small patch of lustrous shoulder were brazenly exposed. The contrast between the rough, black iron chain and her snowy, fragile ankle added a sense of taboo and “tortured beauty.” She tried to use the thin bed curtains to cover her body, but this attempt at concealment only made the scene look… more erotic under the dim light and ambiguous atmosphere of confinement.

Si Xiaoxiaoxia felt her cheeks heating up. Her gaze flickered away involuntarily before she forced herself to look back. This is Li Ting’s face! Even if it’s a shrunken, hostile version… having wandering thoughts about this face makes me feel even more like a pervert, hey!

“If you don’t kill me today, I will kill you sooner or later! I will ruin your reputation! I’ll make you fall from being the Martial Arts Alliance Leader to a rat crossing the street!” “Mini Li Ting” seemed provoked by Si Xiaoxiaoxia’s “meaningful” silent stare. She gritted her teeth and swore again. In her agitation, she began to cough violently, her face turned pale, and she actually spat out a mouthful of bright red blood. Then, her eyelashes fluttered, and her body went limp as she fainted.

For a moment, Si Xiaoxiaoxia didn’t know what expression to make. Standing there, she looked at the “battle-damaged” little beauty on the bed—unconscious with blood staining the corners of her mouth—and ranted frantically in her head:

How is this person… just like a game NPC? Dropping a massive load of key background info and then fainting immediately as if she’s got another appointment to catch?

However, despite the internal complaints, facing a blood-spitting, fainted beauty who possessed a face specifically designed to trigger Xiaoxia’s weaknesses, her first reaction was exceptionally direct and practiced—

Call Li Ting!

She hurriedly fished out her phone, which she had stuffed into her pocket during her earlier frantic dodging. Fortunately, the battery hadn’t run out during the recent series of events.

Pointing the camera at the screen where Li Ting’s worried face immediately appeared, she started shouting:

“Li! Li! Li! Come out and deal with yourself right now!! Look at this ‘mini-account’ of yours! What is going on?! She tried to kill me the moment we met! Why would you ever want to kill me?!”

Her voice was filled with grievance, lingering fear, and a hint of absurdity.

Although Li Ting was in the “Pure White Space,” she could still hear everything. A look of helplessness crossed her face. Listening to a younger version of “herself” screaming for Xiaoxia’s blood and then coughing up gore was a truly bizarre experience.

She sighed, her voice coming through the phone with a calm sense of being unable to help: “There’s nothing I can do.” Trapped there as a mere “spectator,” she had no way to intervene in the development of the script world.

“Think of something!” Princess Si Xiaoxiaoxia commanded, being entirely unreasonable.

She didn’t care if Li Ting had a way or not; someone had to take responsibility!

In response, Li Ting said nonchalantly, “Why don’t you try stabbing her? Maybe if the mission fails, our roles will swap again.”

Li Ting was truly a ruthless character; she didn’t hesitate for a second when it came to suggesting “killing herself.”

But it made sense. After all, the girl on the screen—full of hatred and prone to spitting blood—was, for now, just a stranger wearing a familiar skin. She felt no real connection to her.

The moment she heard that failing the mission might result in a role swap, Si Xiaoxiaoxia immediately balked. She had worked so hard to get these privileges! She couldn’t let it fail so easily. Besides, failing a mission meant jumping to another timeline where the difficulty might spike significantly.

Absolutely not! This world’s mission had to be completed!

“No!” Si Xiaoxiaoxia refused decisively.

Li Ting had expected this answer and adopted a look of schadenfreude: “Fine then. Just wait to be assassinated.”

Dammit! This Li Ting is way too relaxed!

No! I have to turn up the heat on her too!!

Si Xiaoxiaoxia’s eyes darted around as a plan formed. She intentionally spoke in a saccharine, longing tone: “I get it! This script isn’t about fighting and killing! It’s about using my meticulous love to influence her! To heal her wounded soul! Yes, that must be it! I need to find some miraculous healing medicine in this room!”

As she spoke, she peeked out of the corner of her eye at the phone screen to observe Li Ting’s reaction.

Sure enough, upon hearing this “declaration of love,” Li Ting’s expression visibly tightened. Her lips thinned into a straight line, her eyes grew dark, and her tone carried a thick, sour jealousy and sarcasm that she didn’t even notice herself:

“She wants to kill you, and you ‘love’ her? Throwing yourself at someone who hates your guts? That doesn’t seem right.”

The words “love her” were practically squeezed out through gritted teeth.

From Li Ting’s obviously “off” attitude, Si Xiaoxiaoxia derived an indescribable sense of secret joy and satisfaction.

It was actually normal for Li Ting to react this way; after all, Si Xiaoxiaoxia had experienced it too.

Xiaoxia still possessed the memories from her bout of amnesia. Thinking about how “Sister” and her “pre-amnesia self” seemed so close used to make her heart itch with an uncontrollable feeling. Even if they were the same person, being jealous of oneself seemed perfectly logical.

Alright, alright. It seems the true essence of this dungeon is watching Li Ting go mad with jealousy!!

This realization instantly filled Si Xiaoxiaoxia with motivation; she couldn’t even feel the pain in her body anymore.

She immediately began rummaging through the room, determined to find the “miraculous healing medicine” and perform a grand play of “Redemption through Love”—all while enjoying the increasingly darkening face of a certain “spectator” on her phone.

Unfortunately, aside from various ornaments and decorations meant to showcase the owner’s wealth, she found nothing of practical use.

The good news, however, was that Si Xiaoxiaoxia found the diary of the master of this chamber.

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