Chapter 41 The Third World, 1980s

The large screen went black again. Xiang Bei lay listlessly on the sofa, completely lacking energy.

"My heart feels so empty. Why is this happening? Tong, didn't you say that experiencing a new world would make things better? Why does this separation feel even worse to me?"

The system watched her performance silently.

"Host, would you like to check your account balance? Seeing money might make you feel better."

Xiang Bei responded and then leaned over to take a look at the 200 million yuan balance in the account.

I've never handled so much money in my life, it's impossible not to be excited.

Xiang Bei pinched her arm hard.

I almost forgot, she can't feel any pain right now.

"Host, let me send you the next plot first."

"No need," Xiang Bei refused; she didn't want to watch those torturous scenes.

"Just open it."

This is a scene that is extremely characteristic of its time.

"Are you filming a movie?" Xiang Bei asked.

"No, according to the current era, it should be the 1980s in which the host lives."

Which year?

"1982".

Looking at the big screen, Xiang Bei had a bad feeling. "Let me see the plot first, no, send me the plot of the female lead first."

The system transmitted the plot to Xiang Bei.

The female lead's name is Jiang Zhaodi, and she is truly a living, breathing Virgin Mary.

Even the real Virgin Mary would have to step down and yield to her.

He devoted himself to his family, even giving his university acceptance letter to his younger sister who didn't get into university.

She got married under her parents' arrangement, and the entire dowry had to be left at home, supposedly to help her younger brother get married.

If her family needs anything, she doesn't need to be called; she'll automatically find her way to help, as if she has radar.

She was incredibly devoted to her husband's family, taking good care of her brother-in-law and sister-in-law.

In the end, her best friend was diagnosed with a terminal illness. She confessed that she loved her husband, so she generously gave him up, got a divorce certificate with him, and personally escorted him to her best friend's bed with tears in her eyes.

On someone else's wedding night, she sat down outside the door, holding her daughter, and cried her heart out.

A year later, her best friend died, and her husband handed over the child she left behind to her to raise.

She worked hard for many years, and her husband, brother-in-law, and sister-in-law all achieved great success. Even her best friend's son was admitted to university.

In order to help her best friend's son marry the daughter of her boss, and to raise the dowry, she married her daughter off to a man twenty years her senior.

That man's son was also his daughter's classmate.

Before he died, her husband held her hand and said with deep affection, "The person I have wronged the most in this life is you."

With tears in her eyes, the female protagonist said, "Just hearing you say that makes me content."

The son already knew about his origins and demanded that his husband be buried with his biological mother, to which the female protagonist tearfully agreed.

In the end, her husband and best friend were buried together, while she was buried alone next to them.

Before he died, he said, "I am content with my life."

After reading it, Xiang Bei remained silent for a long time.

What a load of rubbish!

"Isn't this the author taking revenge on society? Oh, my eyes, I really shouldn't have looked at this rubbish."

"The female lead in the story is just like that. Even the author was scolded badly by the readers. I heard that this story killed a lot of people. It's because the readers' resentment was too great that I created this 'tragic novel saving system'."

Xiang Bei hesitated for a long time before saying, "Everyone who has read this will be shocked, okay? Fine, since you've already read it, just send me the original text."

She wanted to see what exactly the Virgin Mary had sacrificed and dedicated herself to.

The younger sister who delivers the college acceptance letter to the female lead is actually the daughter of her biological father's white moonlight. The real younger sister was switched at birth and her fate is unknown.

The biological mother dotes on the fake sister like the apple of her eye, and the one she dislikes the most in the whole family is the female lead, thinking that she is the stupidest and most foolish one, unlike the rest of the family.

As for the husband, he had an affair with that best friend before marriage. However, he didn't expect that the best friend would suddenly fall ill. The two of them only wanted to be able to be together openly in the last part of their lives, so they coaxed the female protagonist to divorce him.

After her best friend died, the man came back with his child, without even a marriage certificate. The female protagonist lived her life without a proper status or recognition with her daughter.

In the end, in order for his adopted son to get married, he even married his daughter off to her classmate's father in exchange for a dowry.

Xiang Bei read some of it, but still couldn't bear to look at it.

These tormenting and tedious things have somehow managed to evoke over a million words.

"Host, don't rush. There seems to be a side quest here. Wait a moment while I check it out."

Xiang Bei waited for a while before the system returned.

“Host, I’ve figured it out.”

Xiang Bei had no enthusiasm at all. "Tell me about it."

"The female protagonist in this book is the author's mother, and the relationships between the characters in the book are all based on real people."

Xiang Bei was so shocked she could have swallowed an egg.

"What? The Virgin Mary has been reincarnated, and she even has a prototype?"

"Some things in the book also correspond to some aspects of reality."

"so?"

"To be precise, the original author and you, the host, are from parallel universes. She is also one of our mission participants."

Xiang Bei considered the current situation and wondered, "Since she's a mission taker, why doesn't she carry out the mission herself?"

The original author must know the plot better than she does, right?

"When she learned that the original text had given rise to a smaller world, the mission had already been assigned to us by the main system, and it was originally more in line with our expertise."

"Is there no way to transfer tasks? I can go do the next task."

"Host, our situation is an accident. Your soul cannot leave this space for the time being. Moreover, the mission has already begun. By the way, the original author just contacted me through her system. If you can complete the mission, she is willing to pay you one billion as a reward."

"Really?" Xiang Bei asked hesitantly.

"It's true, the money has already been transferred to the company account. As long as the host can complete the mission, this money will be transferred to the host's account immediately."

"Let's do it, let's do it now!" Xiang Bei rolled up her sleeves and said with great enthusiasm.

"The original author also provided us with some clues that might come in handy, and I have already written them down."

Xiang Bei then thought of another problem, "Um, Tong, I have a question. Based on Bei Bei and Wan Wan's previous situation, what if I accidentally make her mother lose the idea of ​​getting married?"

Xiang Bei was definitely not after the 1 billion yuan. She was just thinking about a very serious problem: the author must be the daughter in the story. If the mother in the story really didn't get married, wouldn't the daughter disappear?

"No," the system shook its head. "This book has automatically spawned a world, which is a parallel world with a different development from the author's original world. What the host can change is only the direction of this world, and it will not affect the existence of the author in the real world."

Xiang Bei leaned closer to the system out of curiosity and whispered, "You said the author is now a mission taker, so has something happened to her in real life?"

"Host, we cannot pry into the privacy of other mission participants."

Then the system changed the subject and mentioned, "After the author's mother passed away, she went to her home to confront those people, but was pushed down the stairs by her half-brother. In reality, she is now in a vegetative state in the hospital."

"Didn't they call the police? And her husband didn't do anything about it?"

"Her brother married the daughter of a leader and is now a person of status. They said the author fell down accidentally, but there is no evidence, and the author's husband can't say anything."

In fact, the author's mother passed away not long after the book was completed.

The author also encountered trouble after completing this novel about his mother.

The author didn't die because she had no desire to live. As a result, she was chosen by the system as a mission taker, and her body became a vegetable.

She was carrying out missions time and time again, even though the missions had already been completed, but she was reluctant to return to her body in the real world.

The system sighed, "Human emotions are truly complex. The one bound to the author is also a long-time employee of ours. This author harbors resentment towards her mother, yet deeply loves her. It's strange; if she hates her, how can she love her?"

Because of resentment, she wrote this novel about her mother, thinking that if she couldn't persuade her herself, then letting others talk to her would surely make her realize her mistake.

Unexpectedly, before the novel was finished, my mother passed away.

In the end, they are all alone.

But the author also loves her mother and hopes that she can escape those miserys, even if the price is her own disappearance.

Even though those people didn't love her mother, she loved her mother.

It's because of love that I feel resentment seeing my mother being bullied like this and ignoring my advice. Because of love, there is also hate—hate that my mother is constantly being bullied and doesn't know how to fight back.

Xiang Bei listened with great emotion.

She thought of her mother. How heartbroken her mother would be if she knew she was dead, and that she was so badly mutilated that she couldn't even look her original self anymore.

The system patted Xiang Bei on the shoulder, "It's alright, host. Once you complete the mission, we can go back in time. You'll be fine."

"Where is the mission node?" Xiang Bei asked.

"From the very beginning of the author's writing process."

Because it's a commissioned task, the starting point isn't random; it begins at the very beginning of the story.

What was originally a bustling street scene has now been transformed into the interior of a family's house.

Jiang Zhaodi is the author's mother and the female protagonist of this article.

Early in the morning, Jiang Zhaodi, who was sleeping in the living room, got up to cook for the whole family.

But today was particularly strange; no matter how she tried to start a fire, it wouldn't ignite.

Xiang Bei cut straight to the point.

"Don't do it. They don't have hands. If they're hungry, can't they cook for themselves? They're not a bunch of cripples."

Seeing the floating characters that suddenly appeared in front of her, Jiang Zhaodi, who was literate, naturally recognized them.

But how could there be words in mid-air?

Jiang Zhaodi was startled and dropped the pot she was holding on the ground with a crisp sound.

Upon hearing the noise, Jiang's mother, Yang Xinghua, rushed out and slapped Jiang Zhaodi, yelling, "You brat, why did you break the pot? If you break it, our whole family will starve!"

As Yang Xinghua cursed, she grabbed a broomstick and struck Jiang Zhaodi with it, showing no mercy whatsoever.

The tenement building was not soundproof to begin with, and the neighbors knew it was time to get up when they heard Yang Xinghua beating and scolding her daughter. This would happen every morning.

Zhao Di hasn't done anything wrong, but she gets scolded every day.

But today was different; Yang Xinghua's cursing suddenly stopped.

Yang Xinghua felt that someone was hitting her and that someone was hitting her with a stick.

But the corridor is only so wide, and it's just the two of them, mother and daughter, here. She was disciplining Jiang Zhaodi, so why would she feel like she was being beaten?

Yang Xinghua refused to believe it and grabbed a broom, whipping Jiang Zhaodi hard. As a result, Jiang Zhaodi cried out and clutched her arm.

She felt as if her arm had just been slapped hard.

Neighbors had already come out to wash up, and they were all puzzled by Yang Xinghua's strange behavior.

Some even suspected she was possessed by an evil spirit.

Feeling embarrassed by the crowd and the whispers around her, Yang Xinghua made a harsh statement and went inside.

"You brat, hurry up and cook! Do you want us to starve?"

Jiang Zhaodi hurriedly went to pick up the pot from the ground.

But then another sentence appeared in front of me.

[Don't do it! Go in now and tell them that whoever wants to eat can cook, and those who don't want to eat will all go hungry.]

Jiang Zhaodi's hands were trembling with nervousness. She looked around and saw neighbors passing by. It was such an obvious thing, yet no one had noticed it.

She lowered her voice and asked, "What exactly are you? What do you want?"

She had never seen anything so strange before, and she was terribly panicked.

But my mind was surprisingly clear.

When Mom hit her just now, she didn't feel any pain at all. Could it be because of these strange words?

Then she saw those words reappear.

I am your future daughter, and I am here to help you.

Xiang Bei sighed. She had just become someone's mother, and now she was becoming someone's daughter.

Indeed, when you're out and about, you still need to give yourself an identity.