Chapter 5: Please Don’t Lift My Skirt, Okay? 5

The System hesitated for a moment before adding, “There’s another imprecise method.”

“Spit it out.”

The System paused briefly but didn’t dare delay. “In every world, we provide the host with the plot and the original host’s memories. If the host carefully observes which person exhibits behavior that deviates from the original course, that person is most likely possessed by the Demon God.”

Shi Xingluo raised an eyebrow, slowly rubbing the card in his hand. “Isn’t that person pretty obvious, then?”

The original host had never encountered such a person tonight.

There were only memories of being teased by that pig-headed man, but he was drunk, and the original host had struggled a bit before finally shaking him off.

The difference, of course, was—hmph.

“Hello,” Shi Xingluo said with a smile, turning to the waiter. “Could you tell me who the owner of this card is? He was kind enough to treat me to a meal because he saw I was hungry, but I feel bad keeping his card without returning it. I’d like to give it back to him.”

The waiter shook his head apologetically. “I’m very sorry, but although the guest has a membership card with our restaurant, we cannot disclose guest information without their permission.”

Shi Xingluo: “…”

Shi Xingluo was displeased, and when displeased, he ordered another meal. “I’m still not full. Bring me one of every dish on the menu again.”

Meanwhile, across the street, a certain stalker received another mobile notification for an expenditure of 129,964.00: “…”

Hahaha, as expected of the person he had his eyes truly unique.

…

By the time Shi Xingluo returned to the foot of his apartment building, his stomach bulging and round, it was already midnight.

Full and satisfied, feeling great, and subconsciously convinced that the stalker had long since left, too cowardly to show his face, Shi Xingluo let his guard down.

He didn’t realize that as he left the restaurant, a figure had begun following him again—this time from farther away, clearly more cautious.

Completely unaware, Shi Xingluo went upstairs. A short while later, the figure silently vanished into the night.

Shi Xingluo had assumed everyone at home was asleep, but the moment he took out his key and opened the door, he was met with a furious roar. “You fucking finally remember to come back!? Look at what time it is! Where’s the money from tonight? Hand it over now!”

Shi Xingluo’s eyes sharpened. He stepped inside, slammed the door shut with a loud bang, startling the middle-aged man.

Staring at the man—the original host’s biological father—lying on the sofa with his hand outstretched, Shi Xingluo felt his fingers itch. “That’s right, where’s the money?”

He curled his lips into a smile, repeating the man’s words mockingly. “The money from my part-time job, the compensation for my mom’s death—so much money. Where is it!?”

“Have you lost your mind!?”

Shi Xiancun scowled fiercely, but before he could clearly see Shi Xingluo’s expression, he noticed his attire.

Instantly ignoring Shi Xingluo’s words, he stood up from the sofa, strode over, and swung a fist. “You dare come home dressed like this? Trying to humiliate me!?”

Shi Xingluo nimbly dodged the punch, then grabbed an umbrella from behind the door and swung it hard at Shi Xiancun’s head!

Thwack! Thwack! Thwack!

Three consecutive strikes, and the umbrella’s ribs instantly shattered and deformed.

After howling in pain, Shi Xiancun’s eyes rolled back, and he collapsed backward, unconscious.

“Stop hitting him, stop hitting him! Xingluo knows he was wrong! Xingluo, hurry up and give all the money to your father!”

A weak and somewhat hoarse woman’s voice came from the inner bedroom.
Shi Xingluo coldly glanced at the person lying on the floor and unceremoniously stepped over him.

He pushed open the bedroom door, leaning against the doorframe as he looked down at the emaciated woman lying on the bed with a pale face, but made no move to approach her. “May I ask, what exactly was my mistake?”

Seeing that it was him who had entered, the woman’s numb eyes shifted with difficulty before she looked outward. The next moment, she suddenly trembled. “You hit your father!?”

Shi Xingluo indifferently tossed aside the umbrella in his hand. “What did you think? He can hit me, but I can’t hit him?”

The woman trembled but still scolded him, “He’s your father! If you hit him, our family will fall into chaos, and I”

Shi Xingluo frowned, impatiently cutting her off. “Why are you paralyzed in bed? Have you forgotten?”

The memories of the original host had flooded into him the moment he entered this small world.

The original host’s life could be summed up in one sentence: a violent father, a paralyzed mother, and him, forced to cross-dress to make a living.

“But he’s your father! How could you hit your father?” The woman kept crying, seemingly unable to process Shi Xingluo’s words. “I just wanted to give you a complete family…”

Shi Xingluo closed his eyes, no longer wanting to try reasoning with this foolish woman.

The original host had pitied her and endured everything alongside her, but he wasn’t the original host.

Shi Xingluo closed the bedroom door again, his voice calm. “All I can say is, everything you’re suffering now is the result of your own choices.”

Without even the will to resist and even blaming the son who dared to fight back—no one could save her. She deserved this.

After closing the door to the bedroom of Fang Qiuli, the original host’s mother, Shi Xingluo walked back to where Shi Xiancun lay on the floor and bent down to search through his pockets.

The System took a long time to recover, its voice trembling slightly. “Host, you… didn’t kill someone again, did you?”

“Not this time. But he’ll be unconscious until at least tomorrow evening.”

Shi Xingluo pulled out Shi Xiancun’s phone and wallet. “He’s beaten the original host so many times. Letting him die that easily would be too merciful.”

The System hadn’t yet grasped the implications of those words but sighed in relief upon hearing that no one had died. “It’s good that no one died, it’s good. The System no longer has the ability to rewind time even once.”

“And you have the nerve to say that? Did I ask you to rewind time before? You wasted our only chance for nothing.”

Shi Xingluo’s dark eyes narrowed.

Besides, he wouldn’t easily go back.

He had finally escaped that damned apocalypse. Every life from now on was his rebirth, as well as the rebirth of this body.

As for missions?

They weren’t the most important—just necessary for survival.

Living each life to the fullest, enjoying every moment—that was what truly mattered.

“I’m sorry, Host,” the System said, suddenly having an idea to motivate him. “By the way, Host, if you reach 10,000 Points, you can return to your original world. You must do it!

Shi Xingluo had just entered another bedroom and slammed the door shut with a loud bang. “If you dare send me back, I’ll quit right now!”

The System was dumbfounded, nearly failing to process the situation. “Huh? Host, countless task-takers strive and yearn for the chance to ‘return home’—how could you…”

Why aren’t you following the script?

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