The Male Leads Who Are Becoming Stranger and Stranger [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 20

Chapter 20

Inside a hundred-square-meter indoor space, there were two bedrooms and one living room, decorated in a style that was minimalist and simple.

Awakening from the darkness, She Yi was at first somewhat dazed as he looked at his familiar surroundings. Then, he touched his chest; it seemed a piercing pain still lingered there. That sensation of the heart being devoured bit by bit was truly an unforgettable agony.

However, for She Yi, who was accustomed to endurance, there was no kind of pain that could not be withstood.

Placing his coat on the sofa, his long, fair fingers slowly rolled up his sleeves, revealing lean and perfect wrists as he walked toward the kitchen with unhurried steps.

Every time he completed a mission, She Yi would cook a dinner for himself and then enter a three-day period of dormancy.

The next time he woke up would be the time for a mission to begin.

In his previous life, She Yi died of illness. Before his death, he had always been busy with his company; though he was a bit tired, his life was fulfilling, and in the eyes of others, he was considered young and successful at that time. It wasn’t until he received a report of late-stage cancer at the age of thirty-three that he felt no regrets, yet he never expected he would be able to wake up again after falling asleep.

Then, he met his “System” Xiao Long (Little Dragon).

Regarding the need to travel to various worlds to perform missions, She Yi did not resent or reject it; he treated it as taking a long vacation for his tightly-packed thirty-three years of life.

Besides, it was quite interesting, wasn’t it?

Life is like a play; play with life.

Half an hour later, an ordinary meal of two dishes and one soup was set on the dining table, the exquisite food making one’s appetite whet.

She Yi took his own bowl and chopsticks and naturally pulled out a small saucer from the side; this was Xiao Long’s “bowl.”

Coming to the table, he was not at all surprised to see Xiao Long lying there, looking at him with two bright, sparkling eyes.

Curving his lips into a smile, She Yi placed the small saucer in front of it and rubbed its little head in passing.

Xiao Long was an omnivore and could digest anything; even things dozens of times larger than itself could be swallowed in one gulp. Once, in a certain mission world, She Yi had seen it swallow a fierce tiger in a single bite.

Speaking of which, shouldn’t you be surprised by the fact that Xiao Long, as a “System,” actually needs to eat?!

Turning on the LCD TV, many windows popped up instantly. The one occupying the largest part of the screen was “Teaching You How to Fast-Track a Conquest,” which was indeed a quite popular topic.

She Yi thought for a moment, and with a slight movement of his finger, he clicked into it.

The moderator was a person named “Le Feng.” He mentioned in the post that he had experienced more than fifty mission worlds, where unlucky failures accounted for the majority, but he had also accumulated many rare “conquest” experiences, so he now wanted to release them for everyone to share, and so on.

There were many replies below; some mocked the moderator for being unlucky, some thanked the moderator for sharing experience, and of course, some just came in to watch the excitement. To this, the moderator’s reaction was consistently a grinning, heartless appearance, as if that unlucky fellow wasn’t him.

She Yi browsed nonchalantly when suddenly a window popped up on the screen—it was a request for a video dialogue communication.

The initiator was… “Le Feng.”

Seemingly seeing that She Yi had not reacted for a long while, the window shook violently, and then it shook several more times with tireless persistence.

Once She Yi clicked to agree to the communication, a young man of about twenty appeared on the screen, possessing a rather handsome appearance and wearing a boisterous smile on his face.

“Hi Xiao Yi, long time no see…”

“Is there something that matters?”

Choked by She Yi’s calm words, Le Feng rubbed his nose and then said enthusiastically again:

“Did you see the post I made? The one ‘Teaching You How to Fast-Track a Conquest.’ Hehe, it was actually pushed to the front page; it wasn’t in vain that I spent a whole night organizing it.”

She Yi: “…Are you bored?”

Le Feng’s face fell instantly, and then he shrugged nonchalantly: “Fine, I indeed am bored.”

He glanced at the food on the table in front of She Yi, seemingly very accustomed to his habits, and immediately said: “Just got back?”

She Yi nodded slightly and replied with an: “Mm.”

“Don’t tell me you’re going to sleep again after eating; you’re like this every time. By the way, let me introduce you to some friends. Always staying cooped up in that house of yours, either sleeping or doing missions, is very bad behavior.”

On the other end of the video, Le Feng persuaded him earnestly. He was considered half an “old-timer” here; as the post said, an old-timer who had experienced more than fifty mission worlds. At least, he had arrived here many years earlier than She Yi.

Speaking of why the two knew each other, Le Feng could tell you quite proudly: it was all thanks to his enthusiasm!

In fact, the original situation was as follows:

When She Yi completed his first mission, he obtained the small house he currently occupied. It was then that he learned from the LCD TV that he was not the only host in this so-called “Lord God Space.”

In the Lord God Space, there was a quite vast plaza, the main function of which was to conduct various transactions between sellers and buyers. Of course, the sellers and buyers here were all hosts possessing “Systems,” just like She Yi.

Feeling that it was somewhat novel, She Yi went out after a moment of thought. After wandering around randomly for half an hour, he encountered a quite classic scene when turning a corner in a somewhat dim alley.

At that time, Le Feng, who had been beaten black and blue, collapsed at his feet, followed by several fierce-looking men.

Could such things as bullying and harassing others also happen in the Lord God Space?

This thought flashed through his mind. She Yi, who did not intend to meddle in others’ business, glanced at them and prepared to leave, only to have his ankle grabbed by someone.

“Hey, if you can help me teach them a lesson, you’re my brother!”

Le Feng raised his head and flashed a smile he thought was very handsome, though it was actually miserable to behold.

She Yi looked down at the pant leg being tugged, but before he could react, those people behind had already surrounded both the Le Feng on the ground and himself.

The leader tilted his chin up: “Are you two together?”

“…No.”

However, whether he answered or not seemed to make no difference. She Yi was thus inexplicably embroiled in this incident.

But She Yi was not the kind of person who would wait to be beaten without fighting back, so Le Feng, lying on the ground, could only watch dumbfoundedly as that person settled the problem very cleanly and efficiently.

It wasn’t that the enemy was too weak, but that our side was too powerful!

Afterward, Le Feng completely pestered She Yi. When he learned that She Yi was a “newbie” who was as fresh as could be in the Lord God Space, his expression as if the sky were falling was quite comical.

He, an “old-timer,” actually couldn’t compare to a “newbie”!

But thinking of those people who were knocked down in two or three moves by the “newbie,” Le Feng’s heart instantly felt balanced.

#The new friend I met turns out to be a monster#

The memory ended.

Le Feng looked at She Yi with eyes full of expectation. Since understanding that Xiao Yi turned out to be a shut-in, he felt he must make Xiao Yi cure this ailment! To this end, Le Feng was full of drive.

Unfortunately, encountering a person like She Yi, he was only destined for tragedy.

He saw She Yi seemingly think seriously for a moment, and then, under Le Feng’s increasingly expectant gaze, he extended a fair and long finger… and pressed the button to end the communication.

Le Feng on the other end: …

Feeling that the whole world had instantly become quiet, She Yi finished the last of the food on the table, then got up to wash the dishes.

A few minutes later, he took a set of pajamas from the bedroom and walked into the bathroom.

Dense steam permeated the air, blurring the frosted glass of the bathroom. A faint figure was reflected on the glass broad shoulders, a narrow waist, long and straight legs; a perfect proportion.

Tying the belt of his white pajamas, She Yi, who was just about to walk out of the bathroom, paused in his steps as he passed the mirror beside him. He turned his body, and the person in the mirror also turned to face him.

His gaze fell upon the mirror; the person inside possessed a cold and stern face, with sword-like eyebrows and starry eyes. His pure black pupils reflected a layer of cold and condensed depth. A high-bridged nose, perfectly shaped thin lips slightly pursed, and features carved like a knife he was handsome like the most perfect sculpture portrayed by a world-class master.

This was the true She Yi.

Returning to the bedroom, She Yi rubbed Xiao Long’s head, then lay down on the bed and closed his eyes.