Quick Transmigration: The Host's Romantic Debts Are Coming Again - Chapter 2

When Wen Niao woke up, a thick fog filled his vision, and everything around him was hazy and indistinct.

Is this a dream or heaven?

Just as Wen Niao was feeling confused, a mechanical voice rang out:

“Congratulations to host Wen Niao for successfully binding the Quick Transmigration Money-Making System and gaining a chance at resurrection. I am your exclusive system, 101. I will guide you through your missions and help you return to the real world.”

(*o’V”)o

The information conveyed by this voice left Wen Niao dumbfounded.

What?

I, an innocent and kind-hearted law-abiding citizen with not a single grievance or injustice on my hands, who worked diligently and contributed selflessly during my lifetime, actually dropped dead from heart failure caused by my editor’s inhumanely ruthless urge-to-update demands and low sleep quality?

(x_x)

I am still a twenty-one-year-old, innocent, and clueless child!

Wen Niao felt incomparably miserable inside, and he figured he must be dreaming; perhaps after a nap, he could return to the real world.

Thinking this, he hurriedly lay down, trying to force himself to fall asleep.

At that moment, the mechanical voice sounded again:

“Host, stop dreaming. You are truly already dead. If you cannot complete the missions, you will not be able to return to your original real world.”

The system was reciting the lines from the panel verbatim according to the instructions issued by Luo Jin.

Wen Niao originally did not believe it, until two hours later.

With no other choice, Wen Niao had no option but to accept this reality.

“Fine, my black-hearted boss, please state your demands.”

“You need to travel across multiple planes to save your fated person, Luo Jin.

As for saving him, well, that requires your heroic and fearless spirit of dedication. You must make his life safe, smooth, peaceful, and joyful.”

“Wait! Luo Jin? Which Luo Jin? Is it the one I am thinking of? Don’t scare me.”

“Ahem, ahem. According to the system’s measurements, your editor-in-chief’s soul was sucked into the plane world due to unknown reasons. But you can rest assured, his memories have been wiped clean. Please feel free to romance him.”

System 101 spoke with a bit of a guilty conscience, but Wen Niao, who was feeling incomparably desolate inside, did not notice the unnaturalness in its tone.

“Uh, um, can I refuse?”

“No, you cannot. Once sold, no returns or exchanges are accepted, dear!”

“Fine, then start the transmission!”

( >_<)

Seeming to sense Wen Niao’s internal struggle, 101 coaxed him:

“Host, think about it this way: what good does going home do you?

As a single person staying at home every day bitterly typing words just for that meager salary, it is far less interesting than quick transmigration. Besides, our Quick Transmigration Money-Making System is very protective of our hosts; we will absolutely never let you suffer.

The planes transmitted to you are generally ones where you are well-fed and clothed, without needing to work every day and just lying flat. How wonderful is that? Just thinking about it makes one feel happy and content.”

(☆^ー^☆)

“Hey, that sounds about right! No! You bad system, don’t try to seduce me.”

Wen Niao: Hmph! Almost got seduced by you, you wicked system!

101 initiated the transmission for the first mission:

“In this plane, you are the young master of the Wen family. Please try your best to maintain your character setting and avoid OOC.

As for your mission target, tsk, you will have to rely on yourself to find him! Good luck!

After System 101 transmits the general plot of the plane to you, the system will enter a brief dormant state, and the rest will be left for you to operate on your own.”

“Then you mean you are going to throw a poor wretch like me here and leave me to fend for yourself?”

ε=ε=ε=(>_<)

“How could that be, my dear host? I just need an appropriate timing, and once the time comes, the system will automatically pop up.

Alright, this system is going off to binge-watch a show. Wishing you good luck and good fortune!”

Before Wen Niao had time to complain about the system’s coldness and ruthlessness, he lost consciousness due to the plane transmission.

[All the beauty within sight exists because of you; you are the meaning toward which I rush.

I dare not reveal even a fraction of my affection, so I can only bury it deep in my heart.

The rose tenderly cultivated in a greenhouse, if you reach out to touch it, you will only end up mutually wounded.]

—Luo Jin

[Bestowing you happiness, joy, and warmth, you were never a dispensable star; I want you to grow toward the sun, brilliant and carefree from this day on.

It turns out our encounter was a long-planned scheme by you alone.]

—Wen Niao

[Current Plane Setting: Older-Younger Cultivation Series]

[Style Setting: Redemption and Healing]

In mid-December, snow was falling from the sky. At a cluttered street corner, a youth with a pale face leaned against the wall, looking as though he had lost his breath.

Snowflakes fell upon his eyelashes, causing them to quiver slightly, resembling a dying butterfly struggling and flapping its wings.

Luo Jin felt his vision blur; it hurt so much, and it was so freezing cold.

Gradually, he lost consciousness.

After a while, a boy wrapped up tightly from head to toe walked over from not far away, sauntering leisurely toward Luo Jin.

As soon as he arrived in this plane, Wen Niao hurriedly sent people to search for Luo Jin’s whereabouts. The plot transmitted by System 101 stated that this day was the turning point of Luo Jin’s destiny, and he definitely had to seize this opportunity well.

Thinking that this was the editor’s soul fragment, Wen Niao felt somewhat reluctant.

Yet remembering the editor’s past care for him, Wen Niao ultimately couldn’t harden his heart.

Wen Niao: Lighting a lamp for the editor and feeling heartbroken for him for one second.

Wen Niao squatted down and curiously poked Luo Jin’s pale cheeks.

Although it was only a soul fragment, as for the appearance, hmm, it looked somewhat different from the editor.

Even though the Luo Jin in this small world was thin and frail due to malnutrition, it still couldn’t conceal his delicate and clean features.

At the corner of his eye was a red tear mole that the editor didn’t have. Wen Niao couldn’t help but reach out and rub it, making the tear mole at the corner of Luo Jin’s eye look even redder.

Although not yet an adult, Luo Jin’s face already possessed a very aggressive look, resembling a wolf that had retracted its sharp claws, and the scar on his chin made Luo Jin look even fiercer.

His face was freezing cold, and it seemed he had even passed out. Wen Niao took off his own down jacket and wrapped it around Luo Jin.

Housekeeper Wen behind him finally caught up to his young master and saw that his young master had given the white down jacket he was wearing to an unconscious boy on the roadside.

Seeing Grandfather Housekeeper coming over, Wen Niao ran excitedly toward the housekeeper’s direction.

Thinking of his character setting, Wen Niao hugged the housekeeper’s leg and acted coquettishly toward him:

“Housekeeper Uncle! How about we take this older brother home with us?”

Housekeeper Wen thought for a moment and decided to take this child to the hospital first to observe his condition before deciding anything else.

When Luo Jin slowly regained consciousness, the first thing that entered his vision was the ceiling of a hospital ward.

Where is this?

The slightly blurry scene gradually cleared up, looking like a hospital.