The Sis-Con Movie King (Part 104)

When Qi Chuan was tightly bound by the gray shadow and brought before the crystal block, 000's voice was no longer elderly but had become the mechanical voice of a young man, clear as flowing water.

[Heavenly Dao, I know you are about to perish. Do you still want this male lead, Shen Qingchen?]

Since nothing more could be squeezed out of Shen Qingchen, it at least wanted to sell him as merchandise in exchange for some residual energy. Perhaps because 000 had decided to abandon its agreement with him, its conversation with the Heavenly Dao did not hide any sensitive information.

Heavenly Dao.

Although the crystal block in front of him was dim and devoid of light, Qi Chuan still couldn't look directly at it; it was a form of pressure that penetrated deep into the soul. 000's mention of Shen Qingchen meant that the Heavenly Dao before him was the will of his original timeline.

The male lead.

The final truth was about to be revealed. Qi Chuan's head suddenly ached violently. The crystal block before him spoke:

[All things have boundaries. Those who are always full of desire to explore will lose their way in the corridor of time.]

The ancient voice, like a temple bell but filled with threat, entered his ears. Qi Chuan's ears bled, his eyes lost their sight, his body went limp, and his mind fell into chaos. His final consciousness lingered on the Heavenly Dao punishing him for his disrespectful peeping.

[You tricked away my male lead, stole the rough framework of the small world, and still expect to trade peacefully with me?] The ancient voice of the crystal block carried a heavy weight.

[In your plane, the original plot has already played out once. Although the process was a bit twisted, if we return Shen Qingchen to the original timeline, as long as no other forces interfere and the plot keeps looping, you can recover after about a hundred years of nurturing. For someone on the verge of death like you, isn't this a good deal?]

000 had absolutely no self-awareness of being an evildoer. Unlike the rigid 001, to survive, it could quickly analyze pros and cons and deal tactfully with any living being.

Another piece of shattered crystal fell onto the white ground, and the color of the crystal block grew even dimmer. Finally, the elderly Heavenly Dao spoke:

[What do you want?]

000 smiled and replied: [I want thirty-five percent of your world's source energy.]

The Heavenly Dao sighed, not criticizing its lion-like appetite. After a moment of silence, it slowly said: [I agree.]

With that, the large crystal block suddenly cracked open a large piece. 000's gray shadow quickly caught the energy stone and stuffed it into its space, casually throwing Qi Chuan over. The agreement between it and Qi Chuan officially became obsolete at this moment. The Heavenly Dao teleported Qi Chuan back to his original real plane and then gradually vanished.

Although 000 had lost Kang Cheng's soul which it had just captured and was forced to cancel its agreement with Qi Chuan, Qi Chuan had been sold for a good price. Though a bit tired, its future wouldn't be too destitute. The road ahead was still long.

Shen Qingchen woke up in his bedroom, his head spinning. He propped himself up and instinctively touched his neck. There was nothing. Strange, shouldn't he have something there?

Looking at the time and schedule, Shen Qingchen's chaotic consciousness gradually became clear. Right, today was the day to welcome university freshmen. After washing up and changing his clothes, he walked into the living room, where his parents had already started eating.

Just as he sat down, Father Shen spoke: "Kim's daughter is registering at Ninghai today. As her senior and predecessor, take care of her a bit."

The chopsticks in his hand paused. A strange and uncomfortable feeling surged from the bottom of his heart again. Shen Qingchen frowned slightly, having no appetite. Father Shen continued to instruct: "Yansi is in the Finance Department, not far from the Medical Academy. She has been pampered since childhood, so she is a bit willful, but she is not bad at heart. You two should get along well."

Mother Shen also smiled in agreement, then reminded him: "Qingchen, I sent you Yansi's contact details. Remember to contact her actively."

"Yes." Shen Qingchen lowered his eyes, saved Jin Yansi's contact information, ate a few bites casually, and then drove back to Ninghai.

The closer he got to Ninghai, the faster his heart beat. Deep in his brain, a voice urged him to find someone. Find whom? Shen Qingchen didn't know. The rapid heartbeat made his chest tighten, making it hard to breathe. Shen Qingchen's gentle face turned pale in an instant. The driver anxiously pulled over to ask, but Shen Qingchen only felt his body wrapped in a layer of plastic wrap, the sounds in his ears drifting near and far. His vision went black, and before he could reach Ninghai, he was rushed to the hospital.

Shen Qingchen began to fall into a dream.

That day was Valentine's Day. He had woken up early to make chocolates for his girlfriend, preparing ingredients and molds, watching tutorial videos for an entire morning before producing a satisfactory result. The packaging for the chocolates was designed by him and custom-made a week ago. However, perhaps he lacked design talent; though he drew many drafts, he ultimately chose a common heart-shaped design. It looked no different from store-bought ones, leaving him slightly disappointed. But thinking of presenting the gift to his girlfriend tomorrow, his excitement quickly dispelled his gloom.

In this fast-paced information age, his girlfriend had once said that handwritten letters could better express one's heart, and Shen Qingchen always kept that in mind. He poured all his feelings into writing love letters, carefully choosing each word and revising them multiple times before putting them in an envelope. To create a surprise, he didn't contact her in advance but directly brought the letter and chocolates to the activity room she frequently visited.

The door to the activity room was ajar. Through the narrow gap, he saw his girlfriend smiling. Just as he was about to push the door open, he froze upon seeing her held in another man's arms. Shen Qingchen had an impression of that person; he seemed to be her childhood sweetheart.

That man shamelessly said, "Stop liking Shen Qingchen. Like me instead, okay?"

His girlfriend didn't push him away at all. Instead, she slowly hugged him back, her voice soft and carrying a hint of coquettish anger: "If you can transfer your affection to someone else, why can't I?"

Shen Qingchen's legs felt nailed to the spot, a string in his brain snapping. His eyes turned red, the envelope in his hand squeezed into a crumpled mess. The chocolate box fell to the ground, making a sound that startled the two inside. His girlfriend's face filled with panic, and she quickly pushed the man away, running toward the door to explain, but he could no longer hear anything.

It turned out that the love he had always believed in had such a disgusting face. He was merely a tool for her to fill her emotional void. As much as he had loved her, he now dared not face her. He didn't even dare to hate her, because in those past days, she was the only one who had given him a bit of warmth. But behind that warmth were sharp blades. No one had told him that warmth had an expiration date, and once expired, it would hurt this much.