After Being Transformed Into Cannon Fodder For Death, The Heartthrob Chapter 55
byIn an empty small room, a body lay on a bed, while a small ball emitting white light floated nearby, circling the body.
This was the System, currently helping Ye Qingyun transfer bodies. It waited for Ye Qingyun to wake up, but the body remained motionless.
What was going on?
The System suspiciously checked various data points, only to hear an abnormal report:
[Body transfer in progress… malfunction detected, body transfer failed, requesting support!]
Body transfer failed? Didn’t that mean death?
The System was shocked. It quickly reported to the Main System, and with the permissions granted by the Main System, it saw Ye Qingyun’s soul body.
Ye Qingyun’s soul was not nearby; it was drifting in another direction.
Another force was competing with it for Ye Qingyun’s soul!
How could this be!
The System quickly rushed toward that location, simultaneously mobilizing all the power it could muster, intending to snatch Ye Qingyun’s soul back.
But it couldn’t win!
The System accelerated to its maximum speed, hurrying along, and finally reached its destination.
It was a small house in a remote town. The System rushed inside, took a closer look, and was immediately startled.
Ye Qingyun’s body, which should have been utterly destroyed, was lying perfectly intact on the bed.
And the soul of Ye Qingyun it sensed was also nearby.
But how was this possible? It had personally witnessed Ye Qingyun’s body being annihilated, leaving nothing behind. Who had restored the body?
The System anxiously circled a few times before noticing a small doll made of black light spots nearby. Because it was so inconspicuous, the System had overlooked it earlier.
The System immediately said angrily, “Was it you who led him here and created this body?”
The small doll glanced toward the System: “None of your business.”
“How is it none of my business!” The System was furious, on the verge of exploding. “You are harming him, don’t you know that! There is no such thing as resurrection in this world. Forcing him to revive in his original body violates fundamental rules! Even if Ye Qingyun revives, he will be targeted by the World Consciousness for violating this world’s regulations!”
The small doll: “He won’t be targeted.”
The System: “You know nothing! You—”
The small doll: “I am the World Consciousness.”
“You…” The System was about to continue swearing, but froze when it registered the statement. “…?”
There were many things they couldn’t do because it would violate world regulations.
But now the World Consciousness was actively violating the regulations…?
“Do you have anything else to say? If not, get out and don’t disturb me while I’m doing something important,” the World Consciousness said impatiently.
The System dared not speak. It shrunk into a ball and watched from the side.
The World Consciousness chanted softly, and Ye Qingyun’s body, which had been lifeless, gradually began to take shallow breaths.
This was a sign that the body and soul were gradually merging.
The fusion of body and soul could not be completed immediately; it required a period of time, ranging from a few days to several months.
The System took advantage of this downtime to probe the World Consciousness: “You don’t dislike him? You don’t mind that he’s a Cannon Fodder who sullied your pure Protagonist?”
World Consciousness: “Are you sick? Is your aesthetic sense flawed? You actually dislike him?”
System: “…”
This World Consciousness was too crude!
“The body you prepared for him was hideous. Do you have any taste?” the World Consciousness continued to scorn. “I want him to revive in his original body. Do you have an objection?”
System: “…What objection could I possibly have?”
The System and the Consciousness silently watched as Ye Qingyun’s soul and body gradually merged. The System suddenly heard the World Consciousness speak again.
“If Ye Qingyun dies… Gu Shenyuan will destroy the world.”
If the world was destroyed, there would be no World Consciousness. The World Consciousness didn’t want to die, nor did it dislike Ye Qingyun; in fact, it quite liked him. That was why it personally intervened, restoring Ye Qingyun’s body, hoping that he and Gu Shenyuan could reunite sooner and avoid any more melodramatic misunderstandings.
The System had nothing to say. It activated its diagnostic function, wanting to check Ye Qingyun to see if his body was healthy and his soul intact.
This check revealed a major problem.
Perhaps due to the struggle between the System and the World Consciousness earlier, Ye Qingyun’s soul had become somewhat disordered. This disorder was mainly concentrated in the brain.
Following this trend, when Ye Qingyun revived, he would not remember previous events for a good period of time.
However, given Ye Qingyun’s brain’s self-repair capabilities, this period of amnesia certainly wouldn’t exceed six months, after which he would recall all his memories.
It was a minor issue. Surely… nothing serious would happen because of this, right?
Ye Qingyun opened his eyes.
The room before him was completely unfamiliar, lacking any sense of familiarity.
What was going on? He remembered being hit by a car while saving a child. He should have been beyond saving. How was he still alive?
Could it be… Transmigration?
Ye Qingyun quickly jumped up, ignoring the dizziness in his head, and rushed to a mirror.
Fortunately, his face was still his own, completely unchanged. He was using his own body, not having turned into some unknown Cannon Fodder.
Ye Qingyun recalled the novel he had read, which featured a Cannon Fodder with the same name as him. Luckily, he hadn’t followed the trend and transmigrated into that Cannon Fodder, otherwise he wouldn’t know what to do.
Ye Qingyun felt somewhat lost facing such an abrupt transmigration. But he quickly cheered up and began taking stock of what he possessed.
Soon, Ye Qingyun finished inventorying the supplies in the room.
The entire room contained virtually nothing of value. Besides a small amount of daily necessities, there were only a few coins.
This was his entire fortune.
Ye Qingyun’s stomach rumbled at a very opportune moment.
This wasn’t right! In novels, shouldn’t transmigrators become the White Moonlight of a major figure, or directly become a major figure themselves, enjoying a life of luxury? Why was he facing the miserable prospect of starving to death in a room on his first day?
Forget it. If he really transmigrated as some major figure’s White Moonlight, he would worry about messing up the role and being exposed. It was better to live a simple life.
Ye Qingyun wiped his face, gathered his spirits, took his few coins, and headed out.
First, he needed to fill his stomach, then figure out how to earn some money.
Ye Qingyun was actually very nervous, especially when he stepped outside and realized that the level of technology here was several centuries more advanced than Earth’s.
Ye Qingyun walked through the streets with a facade of confidence and composure. He found a small stall he could afford, ordered a meal, and simultaneously pricked up his ears to listen to the conversations around him.
Not far from him, several men were chatting over drinks and snacks.
“Life now is a world of difference compared to before. Hey, not having to pay eighty percent tax, I feel rich all of a sudden!”
“We got lucky. That person appeared out of nowhere, and the damned royal family is all dead!”
“But I have to say, that person was ruthless enough. All the royals, and all the officials who ever supported the royal family, were all… tsk tsk tsk, I heard there was a river of blood.”
“Isn’t that good? Are you sympathizing with them?”
“I didn’t say that! I mean… is that person’s mental state a little problematic?”
“Well… sigh,” the man’s voice lowered. Ye Qingyun had to listen carefully to hear what he said. “I heard that person’s lover was taken by the damned royal family, and by the time they found them… sigh, they were dead, and had been abused beyond recognition. That’s why they…”
The content of this conversation was quite lamentable. Even though Ye Qingyun had no idea who “that person” was, he still felt a tightness in his chest.
What did it matter if he killed all his enemies? A dead lover could not be brought back to life. The pain in that person’s heart must not have diminished at all.
Ye Qingyun sighed, finished the last bite of his noodles, and went to pay the owner.
The owner was a plump woman who cheerfully told Ye Qingyun, “You’ve been sitting here, and the people coming to see you are practically crowding my stall. It’s on the house, young man. Come back often!”
Ye Qingyun was unexpectedly able to save some money and didn’t decline the kindness. After putting the money away, he asked the owner where he could quickly earn a small sum.
The owner pondered for a moment and replied, “You look like you have good luck. Why don’t you try participating in the Special Grade Intelligence Quiz Contest?”
This intelligence quiz had only recently appeared because people had inadvertently discovered that their new Emperor seemed particularly interested in all sorts of scientific research books, often staring blankly at certain research texts. Consequently, a wave of learning swept across the entire galaxy, and various quiz contests sprang up.
“This Special Grade Intelligence Quiz is extremely difficult. It’s said the questions are selected from the books the new Emperor pays special attention to. No one has ever managed to answer ten questions correctly in a row! But if you guess three questions correctly, you can win a small amount of money. You should give it a try,” the owner said.
Ye Qingyun was stunned.
What kind of country was this, so dedicated to learning and scientific research!
He loved it!
Ye Qingyun was already someone who enjoyed immersing himself in various research topics. Hearing about this pure custom, he felt so happy he was almost dizzy.
Although he certainly wouldn’t know anything about this world’s knowledge, that didn’t stop Ye Qingyun from excitedly wanting to play a round immediately.
Ye Qingyun found the nearest quiz contest shop and requested to take the Special Grade Intelligence Quiz Contest.
The rules were simple: pay one Star Coin before the quiz. If you answered three questions correctly, you would win two Star Coins. The more questions answered correctly, the higher the prize money.
“Good luck,” the quiz shop owner smiled.
“Thank you, I’ll do my best,” Ye Qingyun said, picking up the quiz board.
The board randomly displayed questions, with a ten-second time limit for each answer. Coupled with the owner’s supervision nearby, cheating was impossible.
Ye Qingyun was fully prepared to randomly select answers and be eliminated on the first question. However, the moment he saw the first question, he instinctively chose an answer that looked pleasing to the eye, without thinking.
A celebratory sound rang out, congratulating Ye Qingyun on selecting the correct answer.
The shop owner raised an eyebrow, inwardly unconcerned.
It was normal to get a few questions right through luck. After the first three questions, the judgment questions would turn into multiple-choice questions. After the first five questions, the multiple-choice questions would turn into multi-select questions, with the difficulty increasing steadily. This was why no one had ever passed the first ten questions.
Good luck always had a limit.
Before that thought could fade, the shop owner heard the celebratory sound from the quiz board: [Congratulations! You have successfully answered the first ten questions! Your prize money is 888,888 Star Coins. Please collect your winnings!]