The Scum Gong Refuses the Crematorium [Quick Transmigration] - Chapter 30

Happy days pass very quickly.

Lu Mingyue’s charity work grew bigger and better. He saved thousands of families and helped countless poor students. He successfully changed from a businessman to a great philanthropist.

Meanwhile, Sheng Yan’s rock music career thrived. His company signed many artists, and their merchandise sold well. As the business turned from loss to profit, even Sheng Yan’s parents began to support him.

After three years of building popularity, their band prepared for their first rock concert when Sheng Yan turned 25.

Since it was their first show, they didn’t want to make it too big. Worried that not many people would buy tickets, they chose a medium-sized stadium in Jinghai.

However, once the ticket sales opened, everything was sold out within minutes. Many fans who failed to get tickets cried online: “Who is that fast?! The tickets were gone before I could react! Is anyone selling their tickets? Please sell them to me!!!”

Of course, no one was selling. Those who missed out could only hope the band would choose a bigger place next time.

“Nice!”

“Great!”

Zheng Ke and Zhong Nai jumped with excitement in front of their computers when they saw the sold-out notice.

When they first started this band, they never imagined they would have their own concert. Back then, their biggest dream was just to perform two songs at a real music festival.

But today, three years later, they had a real company, their own songs, millions of fans on social media, and a concert as popular as any top star.

Their dream had come true.

“Thanks, Brother Sheng!”

After the excitement, Zhong Nai patted Sheng Yan’s shoulder and thanked him sincerely.

“Why thank me?” Sheng Yan looked at him.

“Thank you for making our dreams come true,” Zheng Ke added with a smile.

Even though Lu Mingyue provided the money for the company, Zheng Ke and Zhong Nai knew it was all because of Sheng Yan. Without Sheng Yan, Lu Mingyue would never have helped them. They knew who they really had to thank.

Sheng Yan simply said: “Making this concert a success is the best way to thank me.”

Selling tickets was only the start. The true success depended on their performance. If they performed poorly and disappointed the fans, these three years of hard work would be wasted.

“Don’t worry, we won’t let you down,” Zhong Nai promised. They would give it their all.

“If I mess up that day, you can cut off my hands!” Zheng Ke said. As a musician, his hands were his life. This showed how determined he was.

“Good,” Sheng Yan smiled.

On the day of the concert, the area around the stadium was packed with people.

Lu Mingyue arrived at the gate with Sheng Yan’s parents. Looking at the endless lines of people, Sheng Ronghang asked in surprise: “Are all these people here for Sheng Yan?”

“Yes,” Lu Mingyue nodded. “Many who didn’t get tickets are waiting outside just to catch a glimpse of them or hear the sound.”

“This is so crazy,” Chen Lijun remarked. But knowing these people were there for her son made her feel very proud.

“This is an era of entertainment,” Lu Mingyue said as staff led them inside. “Young people use events like this to release their stress.”

Sheng Yan’s parents still didn’t quite understand the charm of loud music, but since they were here, they remained supportive. They sat in their seats and waited patiently.

Backstage, the band was busy. Even though the director had checked the equipment many times, they checked it twice more themselves.

Once everything was ready, they went to the dressing room.

Zheng Ke and Zhong Nai took throat lozenges to make sure their voices were ready.

Sheng Yan didn’t have many lyrics and didn’t like candy. Instead, he took out the red earring Lu Mingyue had bought him and put it on.

Instantly, the cold young man looked strikingly beautiful, like a rose on a snowy mountain. No one could look away.

At 8:00 PM, the concert began. The three members appeared in brilliant rock outfits that showed off their best features.

When the audience saw them on the big screens, the crowd exploded like boiling water.

“AAAAAAAAHHH!!!”

“Sheng Yan! Sheng Yan! Sheng Yan!”

“Zheng Ke! Zheng Ke! Zheng Ke!”

“Zhong Nai! Zhong Nai! Zhong Nai!”

Everyone screamed for their favorite member. All their stress disappeared as they cheered for the band.

“Thanks!”

“We hear you!”

“Hello everyone!”

The three on stage responded warmly to the fans.

The atmosphere in the stadium rose like giant waves hitting the shore.

“Pretty good, right?” Lu Mingyue smiled at Sheng Yan’s shocked parents amidst the loud cheering.

“It’s good, very good,” Sheng Ronghang nodded. It was more than good; it was amazing.

He never thought his son, who used to be arrogant and lazy, could be loved by so many people. Sheng Yan wasn’t meant for finance or trade, but he wasn’t useless. He was shining in his own field.

Sheng Ronghang felt a deep sense of pride. This was how a father felt when his child succeeded.

The music started with a shout from Zheng Ke: “Come on!”

Colorful mist sprayed from the stage. The lights turned the stadium into a dreamlike world.

Zheng Ke played the bass and sang the first lines. The audience waved their glow sticks and sang along. Zhong Nai’s guitar and Sheng Yan’s drums followed, making the simple melody incredibly exciting.

“Zhong Nai!” Zheng Ke shouted, signaling the director to put the spotlight on Zhong Nai.

Zhong Nai performed a guitar solo while singing, making the fans scream with joy. He then looked back and shouted: “Sheng Yan!”

Sheng Yan gave him a look to show he was ready. The camera caught that look and projected it on the big screen.

“Oh! My heart!”

“I’m blushing!”

The fans felt a direct hit to their hearts. But Sheng Yan’s charm didn’t stop there.

As he played the drums, he added his own style, spinning his drumsticks with every beat. His cold voice mixed with the rock music was deadly charming.

The stage fans blew his long hair back, showing the red earring on his left ear. When the camera came close, he tilted his chin and smiled at the audience.

“SHENG YAN! SHENG YAN!”

The cheers for Sheng Yan became louder and louder. Even people who weren’t his fans started screaming his name.

The stadium felt like a bonfire that suddenly shot flames ten feet high.

Even Sheng Ronghang and Chen Lijun, who usually didn’t like loud noise, were caught up in the mood. They pointed to the stage and bragged to people around them: “That’s my son! Sheng Yan! That’s my son!”

Lu Mingyue sat between them, smiling. He thought to himself: He is my Sheng Yan, too!

The concert was a huge success. Millions of people watched the livestream online. It became the number one trending topic.

Even the local TV station showed clips of the event, talking about how successful the team was.

At the Xie family home, Qiu Shuyi watched the handsome and successful Sheng Yan on TV. She felt regret. “If I knew he would be this successful with the drums, we shouldn’t have cancelled the wedding.”

If they hadn’t, they would be sharing his glory today.

Xie Qingyao felt a headache. “Mom, you forgot. The Sheng family was broke then. Sheng Yan had to marry Lu Mingyue to save his family. Even if we didn’t cancel, Lu Mingyue would have pressured the Sheng family to end it with us anyway.”

Qiu Shuyi knew this, but she was still unhappy. She asked her son: “Qingyao, do you regret losing him?”

They grew up together and were engaged. They should have been the closest. Now that they didn’t speak to each other and Sheng Yan was famous, she thought her son must be sad.

“I don’t regret it,” Xie Qingyao shook his head. “It wasn’t meant to be.”

He had asked himself if he truly loved Sheng Yan. The answer was no. He only tried to please Sheng Yan out of guilt and for the money the Sheng family used to have. That wasn’t love.

Qiu Shuyi felt relieved. “Then let the past be. We can survive on our own skills.”

“Yes,” Xie Qingyao nodded. “I plan to study more to improve my painting. Maybe I’ll go abroad to learn from foreign artists.”

He felt that he was still young. Even without a “system,” he had his own hands and endless possibilities.

The concert marked a new wave for rock music. For months afterward, people talked about whether rock was making a comeback. Many old rock singers became popular again because of the path Sheng Yan’s team had cleared.

Sheng Yan and his team finally took a vacation. Zheng Ke and Zhong Nai went home to celebrate with their families.

Sheng Yan moved his easel into the garden. He wanted to paint a picture for Lu Mingyue by hand.

Lu Mingyue was surprised. “You practiced painting for years just to paint for me?”

For years, whenever Sheng Yan had free time, he would sit in a corner and paint. He had become quite good.

“Guess,” Sheng Yan gave a playful answer. He told Lu Mingyue where to stand.

Lu Mingyue smiled and followed his instructions, standing in the good light.

He thought it would take a long time, but Sheng Yan finished in less than an hour. “So fast?” Lu Mingyue asked.

“Look,” Sheng Yan said.

Lu Mingyue walked over. The painting wasn’t of a person. it was a beautiful, full moon.

Sheng Yan explained: “I think no matter how good I paint, I can’t capture how handsome you are. In life, looks are just a shell. Only the moon is eternal.”

Lu Mingyue was deeply moved. He didn’t care if Sheng Yan painted the moon because he couldn’t paint people or because it was a metaphor. He loved it. He knew Sheng Yan didn’t usually say sweet things, which made it more precious.

As the sun set, Lu Mingyue put the painting away and took Sheng Yan for a walk. The night came, and the moon hung high in the sky.

The two walked on the path lit by moonlight. They felt peaceful and happy, wishing the road would never end.

Suddenly, Lu Mingyue stopped. Sheng Yan looked at him, confused.

Lu Mingyue looked up at the moon and said: “Sheng Yan, look. The moonlight will always shine on you.”

The moon is bright, and the person is beautiful.

He thought: One day, I will leave this world before you. But it’s okay. The bright moon will always be with you.

In this world, Sheng Yan stayed with Lu Mingyue until he was 87 years old—a total of fifty years.

For fifty years, they traveled to many cities, saw the world, and witnessed many joys and sorrows. They grew old together, always holding hands.

The moment Sheng Yan and Lu Mingyue closed their eyes in each other’s arms, System 1088 finally appeared after fifty years of silence.

It said angrily: “Host has been lazy! You didn’t follow orders and you tricked the system to block it. This is terrible! I sentence you to be deleted immediately!”

Sheng Yan’s soul, now outside his body, looked at the sparking System 1088. He said calmly: “Oh.”

“Aren’t you afraid?” System 1088 asked. “Afraid I will kill you?”

Sheng Yan smiled gently at it. “Actually, I have been waiting for you to try to kill me.”

He sighed. “It’s a pity you didn’t act for so long. I had to make a plan.”

Before the system could react, Sheng Yan continued.

Zap! Boom!

A giant ball of blue electricity fell from the sky and hit System 1088. With a loud bang and the smell of smoke, 1088 exploded like blue fireworks.

Nothing was left.

System No. 1 appeared. “System No. 1 is at your service. Welcome back, Host.”

Sheng Yan looked at where 1088 died and sighed. “They say villains die because they talk too much. Why does no one take that seriously?”

The system had tried to talk before killing him, which gave him the chance to strike first.

System No. 1 didn’t care about the dead system. It floated over Lu Mingyue’s body. “Scanning for Master System fragments… Collecting…”

“Collection successful!”

“Host has finished the mission of stopping other systems from invading this world. Now cutting off the space-time tunnel and erasing the world coordinates.”

“Tunnel cut!” “Erasing coordinates…” “Erasure successful!”

The glowing ball floated next to Sheng Yan and bowed to the world. “Goodbye world. May we share the past, have our own futures, and never meet again.”

However, as System No. 1 tried to take Sheng Yan back to the system space, they were blocked. An alarm went off: “Return failed.”

“What?” Sheng Yan asked.

No. 1 checked and said: “Reverse space-time energy detected. We cannot return.”

“Reverse space-time,” Sheng Yan repeated. “Who used a scroll?”

Both of them knew the answer: “Protagonist System 766.”

At that moment, System 766 had just left the body of the deceased Xie Qingyao. It had failed its mission again. It knew that if it returned to the Master System after failing twice, it would be deleted.

So, it used a loan from the Master God to buy a Reverse Space-Time Scroll. Even if it died, it wouldn’t let Sheng Yan win. If time restarted, it would have one more chance to finish the mission.

Sheng Yan asked No. 1: “Can we stop the scroll?”

“It started too early. We can’t stop it,” No. 1 said. Xie Qingyao died two years before Sheng Yan. 766 had started the scroll back then.

To stop it, they would have to use another scroll to go back and stop 766. But that would ruin the world’s timeline completely, causing chaos. Sheng Yan would never choose that.

“Then let’s go meet it,” Sheng Yan said, feeling a bit excited. “It’s been a long time since I fought a protagonist system directly.”

“Yes, Host,” No. 1 obeyed. “Transporting Host into the reverse space-time.”

“Ten… nine… eight… three… two… one…”

“Warning! Transport attacked! Error in transport!”

“Host, are you okay?” No. 1 flew to Sheng Yan.

“I’m fine,” Sheng Yan said, leaning against a wall and holding his painful heart.

“Warning: The host body has a very serious heart condition. It cannot be cured. You only have two years to live.”

“Two years?” Sheng Yan frowned but wasn’t afraid. “Two years is enough.”

“It’s all 766’s fault!” No. 1 sounded angry. “It set a trap in the transport tunnel. How dirty!”

The enemy knew Sheng Yan wouldn’t use another scroll, so they waited for him there.

“They only have these small tricks,” Sheng Yan said weakly, still holding his chest. He had killed many of their systems and stopped their “perfect” protagonists. It made sense they hated him.

But if a sneak attack doesn’t kill the target, the target will fight back.

They failed to kill him. Now, it was his turn.

“Let’s go,” Sheng Yan said to System No. 1. “It’s time for us to finish the mission.”

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