Chapter 244: My Savior
I tried striking up a few conversations with my "savior," but he seemed to have an aloof persona and wasn't too eager to talk to me.
That was a good thing, though. Senior characters with aloof personas often possessed extraordinary abilities. Even though he didn't look like he could fly or teleport, he was still enough to protect me.
Following my "savior," Qi Xia, we actually managed to escape from that room.
Even though my shoulder hurt like hell, we really did get out.
I thought once we escaped I'd return to the real world, but this dream didn't end.
This wasn't the real world. Instead, it was a red city reeking of strong decay. I needed to think hard about which part of the plot this was…
Was it the "Underworld"?
No, no… Should it be the "Demon Realm"?
Following this development… I-I was the Son of the Demon Realm?
I have to let you all in on a little trick. If you ever find yourself in a situation like this, you absolutely must not show any surprise at your surroundings, because the protagonist, no matter where they transmigrate, is never surprised.
You'll understand after reading a few more web novels.
Whether it's transmigrating to another world, descending into an ancient era, possessing a famous person, or being reborn after betrayal, the protagonist has to stay calm, not showing even a hint of surprise. This is all standard web novel fare.
See? Qi Xia was surprised. So he's not the protagonist—I am.
Just you wait. One day, when I obtain invincible power, all of you will be my founding teammates. I'll establish a few guilds and make you all…
Ah, damn it, it hurts!
Why does being pierced by a harpoon hurt so much?!
The pain kept interrupting my thoughts over and over, driving me crazy.
In the stories, protagonists can stand tall in the wind even after being stabbed a dozen times. But I was completely defeated by a single harpoon.
What that person wearing the dragon-head mask said earlier… bothered me a bit.
A game lasting ten days?
Wait… Does that mean every time I come here to participate in a game, it costs me ten days?
Then two hundred and sixty times… two thousand six hundred days…
Over seven years?!
I've been here for over seven years in total?!
After a few seconds of shock, I immediately understood.
In most novels, the protagonist casually goes into seclusion for hundreds of thousands of years… I-I only had seven years…
That's nothing… It's nothing…
"Time" is the cheapest thing to me.
But what did that line on the screen mean?
"I heard the echo of 'Disaster Calling'…"
No beginning or end. It might be a clue. As the protagonist, I need to jot it down first—might come in handy later.
The doctor in the team treated my wound. My "savior" Qi Xia, just to find a needle and thread to stitch me up, actually went into that female shopkeeper's room.
He was really dedicated. For me, he was willing to do anything.
Not only did he free me from that eternal cycle, but he also saved my life time and again. The moment he appeared, Chen Junnan lost his life, and then he led us out of the room. So I was one hundred percent sure he had come to save me.
I didn't expect the night here to be so deep.
And none of those eight people had started a fire.
I knew lighters were hard to find, but at least they could have tried harder. A pitch-black environment like this was unbearable for me. What if I heard that girl's whisper again?
But… it should be fine, right? Since my "savior" was with me, no big deal.
I could hear faint rustling sounds all around, but I was trembling a little.
I kept feeling like that girl I'd slandered to death was talking, and my claustrophobia was acting up again.
"Why did you say I seduced that uncle?"
"Which eye of yours saw me cheating on my husband with him?"
"What was your real purpose in doing this?"
"Open your eyes and see how horribly I died!!"
I snapped my eyes open, only to find that everyone else had already fallen asleep.
It was… It was way too dark here!
This wasn't good… This really wasn't good!
In such a dark environment… Even if that girl's ghost was standing right next to me, I wouldn't see her!
What should I do?!
Where's the fire?
I scrambled to my feet in the pitch-black darkness, but I tripped several times.
I needed to light a fire immediately… This was really bad…
My shoulder hurt like death… It's killing me!
Wait… death?
No… No way… Was I going to die from this little injury?
W-Was there any reason for me to die?
I'm a good person!
Hold on…
Am I… a good person?
All the stupid things I'd done before were now swirling before my eyes.
I personally caused an innocent girl to die. I even killed her parents.
How the hell was I a good person?
Spreading rumors, hearsay, and slander—these were already sins worthy of the Tongue-Pulling Hell. I'd looked it up before… I deserved hell. How could I be a good person?
Everything was silent around me, except for the chirping of insects.
I slowly lay down on the ground. Only now did I finally realize—I was a villain.
Even if I was the protagonist, so what?
The protagonist having a dark past was enough to drag down a book's rating.
Stop joking… As long as I didn't say anything, no one would know, right?
So what if I was a villain?
There was no "First Seven" here… That "Seven Black Sword" couldn't fly over… to punish a villain like me, could it?
It… It shouldn't, right?
The "Seven Black Sword"…
I had already written this novel seven times in a single day. I was way too familiar with its plot.
The way the "Seven Black Sword" killed people echoed in my mind countless times. Until I heard the sound of wind whistling.
Why… was there wind?
I suddenly felt a heavy weight press down on my lower abdomen, as if something had slammed down hard.
The next second was excruciating pain.
I couldn't even scream…
What the hell was happening?!
Who… Who could come save me… It seemed like… it seemed like I'd been injured again…
I never imagined that after being injured, a person could take so long to die. In the midst of the intense pain, I watched the sky slowly brighten, but I couldn't make a single sound…
Have you ever been pierced by something?
I felt like I was constantly leaking air. I couldn't produce any sound.
I couldn't move. My spine seemed to be broken…
I don't know how long passed, but everyone in the room gathered around me, staring at me in shock.
I too saw the giant sword stuck in my abdomen.
It really was the Seven Black Sword… I had actually been "punished for evil"…
But how was that possible?!
The Seven Black Sword was something I made up. It couldn't exist!
Why did the things I invented always have such a huge impact on reality?!
Don't just stand there staring at me… I-I need my "savior"…
"Qi Xia… *cough cough*…"
I finally managed to speak, but I sprayed out a mouthful of blood.
"I'm here."
My "savior" walked over and took my hand.
I needed to tell him everything. Only if my "savior" knew the full situation would I possibly be saved.
"This… This place is wrong… Qi Xia… *cough*… This couldn't have happened… This 'Seven Black Sword'… absolutely… *cough*… impossible… Qi Xia… 'Seven Black Sword' is not—"
I died.
Damn it!
What the hell did I just say?!
Can anyone tell me how to say a complete sentence after being pierced by such a big sword?!
I'm so done. TV dramas and novels had conspired to trick me, making my final words look utterly stupid!
Looks like my novel needs another rewrite. Next time, I need to describe in detail people pierced by the "Seven Black Sword." Theoretically, they couldn't deliver any last words. After all, this sword was really too big!
This time, I unlocked a new way to die.
No matter. Dying a few times is nothing. As long as I go back to that room, my "savior" will still be waiting for me there. The appearance of the "Seven Black Sword" in this world fully proved that it was a world from a novel!
From now on, as the protagonist of a novel, I would be unstoppable!
My name is Han Yimo.
I'm going to start saying—
Wait, I didn't even need to lie, because I knew the rules.
Qi Xia, my "savior," wait for me. Here I fucking come again!