WMSR — QT Chapter 92

Chapter 92

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"Respected host, your plot completion progress for this task is 0%, and the romantic/emotional progress between the shou protagonist you are roleplaying and the gong protagonist is 0%, earning you a guaranteed base reward of one hundred points. Oh heavens, host, I'm about to go crazy! How can anyone possibly complete only 0%? Weren't you originally the shou protagonist of another world? You inherently possess the fortune of a shou protagonist; shouldn't executing this mission be the smoothest thing for you? How can it possibly be just 0%?"

An artificial intelligence system voice that had initially been broadcasting the data with a solemn demeanor suddenly turned frantic, endlessly complaining to a figure residing within a virtual space.

The figure inside the virtual space seemed startled by the system's voice. The moment he raised his head, the spherical system that had been bouncing incessantly instantly fell silent.

And the person who had raised his head opened his eyes, from which tears continuously slid down. With a somewhat trembling voice, he questioned the virtual sphere, "Is it him? That person... was it him, right?"

Watching his host in such a deranged state, the system dared not say much more. Yet that figure actually did not need its answer at all; without the system telling him, he knew the answer himself—that person was him, and that Bai Ziqian was his Brother Chen!

No matter what form his Brother Chen transformed into, he would still be able to recognize him. He understood and was familiar with him to that extent; every single movement and action of that Bai Ziqian bore the exact likeness of his Brother Chen, so how could it possibly not be him?

However, why did his Brother Chen have to die in this world, and in such a manner? And what was going on with his own memories? Why had all his memories been completely sealed away while he was in that world? Pondering these things, Suyuan Hang looked toward the system with a gaze that turned frigid and icy.

The system sphere looked at its host, who wore an expression that made it seem as though he wanted to tear it apart, trembled slightly, and hurriedly stammered, "Locking away memories is a rule established by the Main System. To improve the task completion rate and prevent personal emotions from being brought in, all sub-world task agents are required to have their memories sealed inside the mission worlds."

"Every single time I enter a mission world, must my memories be sealed?" Upon hearing the system's words, Suyuan Hang could not help but tightly knit his brows.

Regarding this question, the system answered honestly, and even appeared somewhat eager, "It requires points. As long as the host has 100,000 points, you can enter a mission world while retaining your original memories. For every 100% completion of a world's plot progress, you can obtain 10,000 points. As long as the host can 100% complete the shou protagonist roleplaying tasks for ten worlds, you will be able to acquire 100,000 points. But host, you currently only have one hundred points."

At this point, the system sphere could not help feeling somewhat aggrieved.

Hearing the system sphere's words, Suyuan Hang likewise fell silent. Ultimately, he temporarily abandoned this goal, which for now remained an unattainable longing, and instead inquired, "That Bai Ziqian is indeed my Brother Chen, right? In the next world, will I still be able to encounter him?"

Watching his host completely disregard the assigned task, the system sphere could not help rolling a non-existent pair of eyes. Still, since it was stuck dealing with such a distressing host and couldn't randomly swap partners, the system could only answer honestly, "The very condition under which you, host, joined the shou protagonist roleplaying system was the chance to see your Brother Chen once more. Therefore, as long as you enter a standard mission world, you will be able to see him again."

Upon hearing the system's words, Suyuan Hang's eyes lit up brilliantly. Brother Chen—he really could see Brother Chen again! Furthermore, he now knew this was not an illusion, nor was the system deceiving him, because in the previous world, as Fang Ruoming, he had already made tangible, real contact with his Brother Chen. Yet along with the return of his memories, Suyuan Hang also recalled Brother Chen's expressionless words: I don't like eating cantaloupe. A sharp pang pierced through his heart.

Yet no matter how distressing or painful it was, the mere thought that he would be able to see Brother Chen once again filled Suyuan Hang's heart with hope. Thus, he instructed the system, "Let's begin. I want to enter the next world quickly."

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Chapter 45: The Senior of the Apocalypse 01

On the campus of A University, the atmosphere over the well-equipped outdoor basketball court was blazing hot. Tall young men clad in different colored jerseys shuttled back and forth, dribbling and dodging past one another. Sweat and youth were wantonly spilled, dazzling enough to dizzy anyone's eyes.

Indeed, around the sidelines, many young female students had their eyes dazzled. Their gazes locked tightly onto a tall and handsome figure on the court, their hands unconsciously clenched into fists. Their breathing grew hurried or held its breath depending on the state of that figure on the court, and whenever a brilliant or handsome play occurred, they could not help bursting into piercing shrieks of excitement.

"Ahhh!! Senior Ling Mengchen! I love you!"

The girls' shouts did not attract sideways glances from others, because such cries were simply too common on this campus!

Ling Mengchen, a legendary figure at A University and the universally recognized number one on the campus heartthrob rankings—good at studying, good at sports, and most importantly, blessed with good looks. Ling Mengchen's face possessed a kind of ultimate handsomeness. Anyone seeing him for the very first time would inevitably find themselves stunned, their minds completely filled with the single thought of how incredibly handsome this person was. And when that handsome face flashed a smile toward you—a dashing, radiant smile brimming with overflowing masculine charm—it could effortlessly capture the heart of practically any girl.

With such an appeal, Ling Mengchen's popularity at A University was naturally unimaginably high, making him the dream lover of nearly half the female student body. Thus, any basketball match he participated in, even if it were merely casual recreation, was more than enough to draw this massive crowd of female spectators.

Because so many girls were watching from the sidelines, the young men on the court played with exceptional vigor. Each of them desperately wanted to put on a good performance in hopes of winning a favorable glance from a girl, even though they knew those girls had all come for Ling Mengchen. Besides, Ling Mengchen already had a girlfriend anyway, so the rest of them stood no chance, right?

Just as everyone both on and off the court was completely engrossed in the game, no one paid any attention to a figure standing not far away outside the basketball court.

It was a tall young man with cold and stern facial features, his hands shoved deep into his pockets. From his vantage point, he could clearly observe the situation unfolding on the basketball court. Yet judging by the distance—not standing overly close to the court—he seemed to have stopped there quite casually, perhaps waiting for someone, or perhaps simply passing by coincidentally.

The spot where the young man stood was relatively dim in lighting, making it easy to overlook him if one wasn't paying attention. Even if someone happened to catch sight of him, they would likely just assume he was an ordinary passerby. However, if one were to close the distance and observe the expression and eyes on the young man's face up close, such a notion would vanish entirely.