Well, world peace has been achieved.
No matter whose story it is, it should end here.
Accepting the bet, Cluru and I stayed together.
Once the doors were closed, several long months passed.
When we emerged, we were refreshed and yet left wanting more.
However, considering our health, we decided to take things slow for a while.
Rumble —
Cluru also underwent Earthly Ascension.
The days of eternal life were bound to feel a bit long, so we had to find something to do.
“Games,” Jiang Ke’er said as if it were the most obvious thing in the world.
“The speed at which we get bored of a game can’t keep up with the speed at which the Great Thousand Worlds releases them.”
“True… but even games get tiring if you play them too much.”
“Then binge-watch some shows. You can never get tired of stories.”
“Hard to say. Recent shows have really given me some aesthetic fatigue.” I felt sleepy just thinking about it.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Ke’er gave a mysterious smile.
“They aren’t those kinds of shows.”
“Huh? Then what kind are they?”
“Come, I’ll take you to meet someone. She’s the progenitor of the negative-distance drama-seeking fun-seekers…”
Jiang Ke’er led me across countless blocks until we reached a secluded little thatched cottage in the countryside.
I was certain that there was no television signal in such a desolate wilderness.
So, how did she watch her shows?
Before I could figure it out, the melodious sound of a flute drifted from the house.
It was beautiful. I couldn’t help but stop and listen for a moment.
“Music is one of this lady’s hobbies, but that’s all in the past. Now, her only hobby is watching stories.”
Jiang Ke’er kicked the door open without any ceremony.
The owner of the house shouted furiously, “How many times have I told you to knock if you have business?! Knock! Do you think replacing doors is free?!”
“Sister Yang Ye, we’re here to watch shows with you. Are there any good ones lately?”
Jiang Ke’er made herself at home on the sofa, grabbing a bucket of popcorn and munching on it loudly.
Yang Ye’s brow twitched. She unhappily snatched the popcorn bucket back.
“There are a few… but I haven’t decided which one to watch yet.”
“Tell us about them.”
“One is about a youth who defeats a God King and overthrows the tyrannical rule of the Celestial Realm, then raises seven Calabash Brothers.”
“That sounds like it’s a bit mentally ill…” Jiang Ke’er commented. “Is it a comedy?”
“You could call it a serious drama and a road trip story.”
“What else?”
“Earth explodes, and a young girl rebuilds Earth by earning points. The timeline is set a long, long time after the youth defeated the God King.”
“Sounds boring.” Jiang Ke’er frowned. “Give us something exciting. We’re already tired of stories about saving the world.”
“Hmm…”
Yang Ye closed her eyes and thought for a moment.
“Oh, there’s a new one. The setting is the Yin Shang period, and it’s about Su Daji and King Zhou of Shang…”
“The Investiture of the Gods? Isn’t that even more boring? It’s been adapted to death!” Jiang Ke’er began to feel sleepy again.
“But King Zhou is an Empress.”
“?!”
‘Huh? If King Zhou is an Empress, then how was she seduced by the demon fox?’
“King Zhou is an Empress, but Daji is still the same stunningly beautiful Daji. The two of them have already met. Huh… strange, the world line seems a bit blurred. The story isn’t unfolding according to the Investiture of the Gods route.”
Yang Ye’s expression turned odd.
“What do you mean? Can it not be played?”
“Well, let’s go take a look. But don’t interfere. Keep your distance.”
However, Jiang Ke’er still couldn’t get excited. “What’s the point of a worn-out plot? It’s not like they can do anything fancy with it…”
.
While she spoke, Yang Ye had already opened the Transmission Gate.
Curious, I followed Jiang Ke’er and Yang Ye through the door.
Our bodies became transparent, merging with the air, making us invisible to the people of this world.
Meanwhile, we could observe this world from any perspective we chose.
Before us was a small manor. To be precise, this was Su Hu’s Manor, the home of the Great General of Yin Shang.
It was also Daji’s hometown.
At this time, Daji had not yet been offered to King Zhou of Shang by Su Hu, nor had she become the number one scourge in history who brought chaos to the imperial court.
Just then, Di Xin, the King Zhou of Shang who had just suppressed a rebellion, passed by the small courtyard.
She leaped off her warhorse and secretly shed her imperial robes, entering Su Hu’s Manor in casual attire.
“Wait, hasn’t Daji been offered to King Zhou yet? Di Xin can’t wait already?” Jiang Ke’er couldn’t help asking.
“It looks like they’ve known each other for a long time. It’s just that Su Daji doesn’t know the beautiful lady before her is King Zhou of Shang, and King Zhou is intentionally hiding it…” Yang Ye analyzed.
Di Xin quickly entered the courtyard. Inside, the girl whose natural charm was etched into her very bones did not seem surprised.
Daji practicedly brought out brushes, ink, paper, and an inkstone. The two of them sat opposite each other at the table.
Di Xin’s vermillion lips parted slightly. “Little Da, what are we learning today?”
“Cough, cough.”
The sickly girl cleared her throat, appearing even more like a delicate willow swaying in the wind, evoking pity.
Her charm was so natural that Di Xin couldn’t help but swallow hard.
Then, the young disaster whose infamy would last ten thousand years spoke softly, saying:
“Today, we will discuss Kepler’s Third Law, and while we’re at it, we’ll review what we learned last month — the significance of Iron Ploughs and Oxen Cultivation for land reform.”
Yang Ye, Jiang Ke’er, and I: “…”
Now we knew what was wrong.
However, that wasn’t even the strangest part.
The disastrous girl continued to speak, gritting her teeth as she said:
“Then, the two of us will conduct a detailed study on how to rebel and kill that dog, King Zhou!”
“Mmhmm~”
Sitting across from the girl, Di Xin — King Zhou of Shang — wore an exceptionally bright smile.
The End.
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