The Beloved Guide Was Forced in a Love-Rival Shura Field - Chapter 75

In the holographic tactical room, the clash between one’s brute force and the other’s psychological tactics had ended with Ning Ning fleeing in defeat.

He practically tumbled and scrambled back to his suite, flopping heavily onto the soft, spacious bedding, pulling the covers over his head like a frightened ostrich.

It was terrifying.

Truly terrifying.

Whether it was Xiao Lin’s bloody, rigid “battlefield science lesson” or Gu Qingfeng’s gentle yet deadly “divine myth,” the pressure was suffocating, almost enough to crush him.

He felt like a piece of meat caught in the jaws of two colossal beasts, neither willing to let go.

At this rate, he would be split in two.

The room was quiet, except for his own slightly rapid breathing, which created a warm, moist air pocket beneath the covers.

Ning Ning curled up inside, his mind a tangled mess, like a ball of knotted yarn.

Xiao Lin’s dark golden eyes burned with suppressed anger and near-overflowing grievance, making his heart race.

Gu Qingfeng’s gentle smile hid an unrelenting curiosity and possessiveness, sending chills down his spine.

Why are they… doing this to me?

Just because I’m a guide? The Empire has so many guides—why me?

That “Moon God Protection Agreement”… the legend about the bug race being “lost children”…

Who am I?

“Ning Ning,” who am I really?

A thought, like a tiny needle, pierced his chaotic mind without warning.

Until now, he had seen himself as nothing more than a “scripted office worker in a book,” eager to clock out and go home. But now, the vortex he had been swept into was only growing deeper, and those heavy, burning emotions wrapped around him like chains, suffocating him.

For the first time, he desperately wanted to know the truth about the “role” he was playing.

Late at night, in his heart, with a weary, confused, and tentative voice, he gently called out:

[System 89… are you there?]

Almost instantly, a voice unlike its usual lively tone—a voice unbelievably soft and gentle—resounded in his consciousness.

[Host, I’m here. I’ve always been here.]

The warmth in that response loosened Ning Ning’s tense nerves immediately; his nose prickled with sudden emotion. He buried his face deep in the soft pillow, his voice muffled, trembling with a fragility he hadn’t even noticed.

[I’m so tired…]

[Why are they all focused on me? Is that ‘Moon God’ Gu Qingfeng mentioned real? What… what exactly am I?]

The system fell silent for a moment.

That brief pause did not make him uneasy; instead, it felt like a gentle, silent embrace.

[Host, I know today was hard for you.]

Its voice was soft, like a warm, calming breeze, carefully brushing over his exhausted spirit.

[Let’s not think about them, or those annoying missions, okay?]

[Right now, just think about yourself.]

[Close your eyes, relax. I’ll go with you to the deepest part of your heart, that place that belongs only to you.]

Ning Ning couldn’t resist the strangely soothing power in those words.

He closed his eyes. Under the system’s gentle guidance, his chaotic thoughts gradually calmed. The shadows of Xiao Lin and Gu Qingfeng seemed to be washed away by a gentle current, fading and receding.

His consciousness continued sinking, sinking…

Passing through a misty, warm haze, he arrived at a tranquil, profound space, like a starry night at midnight.

This was his mental sea.

Unlike the emptiness he had felt before, this time, at the center of the darkness floated a soft, gentle light.

The glow was faint, like the last sliver of moonlight at dawn, pearlescent and warm, exuding an indescribable sense of comfort.

Curious, Ning Ning’s consciousness drifted toward it like a wisp of smoke.

As he approached, he finally saw clearly what was inside the glow.

It was a… little rabbit.

A small, curled-up rabbit, asleep. Its fur was pure white, long and fluffy, with faint, dreamlike purple highlights at the tips. Its long ears drooped softly, and its tiny nose twitched slightly with each even breath.

It looked so small, so soft, so harmless.

As if sensing his gaze, the little moon rabbit slowly opened its eyes.

They were a pair of clear, dreamy purple eyes—exactly like his own.

The rabbit looked at him, tilting its head adorably. Its gaze held no fear, only pure, untainted curiosity and closeness.

It slowly stood, shaking its glowing fur, then hopped forward on its short legs to his consciousness.

Raising its fluffy cheeks, it gently, tenderly rubbed against him.

The soft touch sent an indescribable warmth surging through him, spreading instantly to every limb and sinew.

All the exhaustion, all the confusion, all the helpless frustration… in that moment, were completely smoothed away by that simple, gentle rub.

It felt… like finally stepping on solid ground after drifting for so long.

Like collapsing onto one’s own familiar, soft bed after being utterly exhausted.

Deep in his heart, a subtle, swelling warmth arose, soothing every nerve. His eyes unexpectedly grew wet.

This… is me.

Not a mission-driven book character, not someone else’s “cure” or “weapon.”

Just me.

The little moon rabbit seemed to enjoy his presence. After rubbing against him, it happily stood on its strong hind legs, pawing at him with its fluffy front paws, making a soft, contented “purr” sound.

Its glow seemed to brighten, softening further with its joy.

[Do you see now, host?]

System 89’s gentle, almost whisper-like voice sounded again, like the softest lullaby.

[That’s you.]

[You are not a prize to be fought over, nor a weapon to resolve crises.]

[You are simply you.]

The system paused, the voice carrying an unprecedented, serious sense of protection.

[You are very… very precious.]

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