Chapter 346 is a collection of Easter eggs; thank you to all readers.
Easter Egg Collection:
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[System notification: You have 12 days left before you are removed from this world.]
As the countdown appeared before Fang Shuman's eyes, her mind gradually cleared, and some of her previously blocked memories were unlocked day by day.
She remembered that her family went bankrupt, her father died unexpectedly, her uncles seized the family business left by her father, and later set a trap to saddle her and her mother with huge debts, and the family house was also robbed.
She was still attending an international school at the time. When she had money, she was arrogant and made some enemies. After going bankrupt, she was naturally trampled on by everyone.
The scariest thing is that Fang Shuman is becoming more and more afraid of going home. It might not even be called home, but just a temporary refuge for the mother and daughter, with a few bricks and tiles for shelter. She doesn't want to call that bare place home.
Once she returned, her mother would cry in her ear, asking her what to do and how she would live.
Fang Shuman initially tried to comfort her mother with optimism, even though she herself was also confused and crying. But over time, she became very desperate.
She wanted to question her mother: why did she have no ability to live on her own? Why couldn't she shoulder the responsibility of providing shelter? Why did she place all her hopes on her daughter?
She had been depressed for a long time, and no one noticed. One day, she chose to stand on the roof of an abandoned, unfinished building, watching the city sunset, wanting to end her life quietly.
When she jumped, the excruciating pain never came. Instead, she heard many voices and wondered if the rescue team had arrived.
These people are really meddling in other people's business. Why are they trying to stop her from dying? There's no point in her living anymore.
When Fang Shuman woke up, she was surprised to find herself in a super luxurious hospital room.
The first person she saw was a man who claimed to be her assistant. He asked her about her condition urgently and then went to call the doctor.
She was then treated like a princess, a privilege she never received even when her family was wealthy.
Many people appeared around Fang Shuman, and they were all kind to her. She began to wonder if this was a dream before she died.
She was certain it was a dream, because everyone else was calling her Fang Ke, and she wanted to say her own name, but she couldn't.
Soon, she recovered and was discharged from the hospital. A distinguished middle-aged couple came up and hugged her excitedly.
She stood frozen in place, hearing them say they were her parents. Fang Shuman hesitated and felt dazed. She knew they weren't, but she still couldn't deny it.
Moreover, the two people's embrace felt so warm, and her eyes welled up with tears. She missed her parents so much.
She didn't know who Fang Ke really was, but she wanted to secretly impersonate Fang Ke for a while, and then return the identity to her when Fang Ke came back.
Fang Shuman doesn't remember many of the things that happened after that.
The longer she stayed in this place, the less her thoughts seemed to be under her control, and she seemed to have done a lot of things that hurt the people around her.
She didn't care about anyone else, but Fang's parents had been very good to her, and she didn't want to see them sad.
But later someone said that she was not the Fang family's daughter.
Fang Shuman broke down again. She now lives in an urban village and occasionally earns money by tutoring English. She doesn't want to go out and has become a homebody. She wants to hide herself away so that... she won't be affected by that strange force and can stay sober for a short time.
She had discovered that she would become irrational once she got close to those people.
She even locked her phone. Whenever she picked it up, she seemed to have an uncontrollable urge to call or text a man. It was terrifying.
She endured each day, rarely leaving her home except for essential living needs.
She preserved herself to the greatest extent possible.
Finally, one day, a countdown panel appeared in front of her.
By leaving this world, is she going to die, or is she going to go back to her old life?
Fang Shuman suddenly felt relieved. She cried uncontrollably in the dilapidated house, hugging her arms and collapsing to the ground.
Before leaving, she considered whether she should visit Fang's parents one last time.
He was the only person in the area who was kind to her, but as soon as she stepped out that day, she noticed that everyone on the street was staring at her strangely, as if she were an outsider.
Fang Shuman was so frightened that she quickly retreated. She trembled as she closed the door. There was nowhere else to go, so she could only hide in this small house and wait for the time to come.
Finally, with ten hours left, Fang Shuman, overwhelmed by tension and anxiety, took two sleeping pills. She lay quietly on the bed, waiting for the countdown to reach zero...
When she opened her eyes again, she was dumbfounded once more.
She seemed to have indeed returned to her original world, but this luxurious bedroom was clearly her boudoir before she went bankrupt.
Her heart was pounding, wondering if everything that started with bankruptcy was just a dream. She threw off the covers, walked barefoot to the ground, and called out to her parents as she went out.
The house outside was indeed their mansion, but something was different. Many of the furnishings were different, and the style had changed a lot. This house was still different from what she remembered.
Fang Shuman had a splitting headache and collapsed onto the sofa. A maid immediately called a doctor, and she was taken back to her room.
That evening, she finally saw her mother, much to Fang Shuman's surprise.
The haggard and frail image of my mother in my memory is gone; she has transformed into a noble lady with an elegant demeanor, and my eyes are filled with heartache as I look at her.
But Dad didn't show up...
"Mother……"
Fang Shuman grasped her hand as if it were a lifeline.
"What's going on? Why did we move back? Weren't we bankrupt?"
The mother was slightly taken aback. A variety of emotions flashed through her eyes. Finally, she waved away her attendants and excitedly hugged Fang Shuman.
"Manman, is that you? You're back?"
"It's me... Mom... What... happened?"
Her mother wiped away her tears, then sat down on the edge of the bed and told her about the strange things that had happened in the past few years, which sounded like a fairy tale to her.
"One day you came back, covered in wounds, but with an unusually calm expression."
“I asked you what happened. You never told me before. That day you told me that your school was bullying you. I was really angry and resentful. The next day, I took you to see the principal. The whole room of school board members were sarcastic and mocking us. Even though your father had donated a school building when he was alive, I was so angry that I was shaking and almost got into a fight with them. But then you suddenly stood up and thanked me, saying that it was enough.”
Fang Shuman froze, tears streaming down her face uncontrollably. "Mom, did you go to find the principal for me?"
Her mother tenderly wiped away her tears, "Silly child, why didn't you say anything when you were hurt? You should have told me."
"But...you were in pain too at that time..."
“Manman, that’s right. You were the pillar of strength that helped your mother stand up again back then. I’m sorry I shouldn’t have put so much pressure and complaints on you before. The day I stood up for you, I felt like I found a reason to live again. My husband is dead, and I still have to protect my daughter.”
Fang Shuman burst into tears and hugged her without saying a word.
Her mother patted her and continued telling the story, "I don't know what you did after that, but all those school board members were beaten up with their heads covered, and the parents of those students who bullied you rushed to transfer their children to other schools."
"Then you went abroad to study, and I didn't have to pay your tuition. But soon large sums of money started being deposited into my account every month. At first, I was very worried that you might have done something bad. But then one day, I actually saw your photo in the advertising box on the commercial street."
"You seem to have become a very famous online celebrity. You changed your stage name to Fang Ke. I didn't know this industry was so lucrative. You quickly paid off all the debts your father owed. Just then, your uncles' businesses were severely damaged by the rivals. You took this opportunity to take back all the businesses and even drove them all out of the Fang family."
Fang Shuman was stunned, biting her lip involuntarily, and finally said bitterly, "Mom... what you're saying seems like something I can't do..."
Her mother suddenly smiled and stroked her long hair. She nodded, her eyes filled with complex emotions.
"Yes, I knew a long time ago that she wasn't you."
“She did a lot for our family, but she wasn’t close to me. Sometimes I was even a little…afraid of her.”
"But later, she let me join the company and personally taught me how to manage, how to do business, how to operate, and how to use people... I learned from her for two years, and now I can stand on my own in the company."
Fang Shuman remained silent. Listening to her mother's description, Fang Ke was a brilliant and capable person who could turn the tide, completely different from her, a good-for-nothing...
And wouldn't a mother prefer a daughter like that?
She suddenly became withdrawn again, repeating the name Fang Ke, but felt as if she had heard it somewhere before.
Fang Shuman also asked her, "Manman, where have you been these past few years?"
"I……"
Fang Shuman's memory began to blur; a few faces could still appear, but their names were completely forgotten.
"It feels like I had a very long dream..."
"Really? Was this dream beautiful?"
"There are good things and bad things..."
"It's okay, I'm awake now. It's good to be back, it's good to be back..."
After Fang Shuman resumed her life, she realized that Fang Ke was like a superhero; she had left her with so much.
Huge sums of money, real estate, companies, social media accounts, millions of followers, and a long list of contact information for various wealthy individuals...
Fang Shuman was initially unwilling to touch these things; she felt somewhat resistant to them, as if they were all proof that she was a useless person.
Until one day, she found a notebook, which had been sitting in her desk drawer, waiting for her to open it.
The above is the message Fang Ke left for her.
Are you trying to guess who I am? I am you.
Is the so-called soul more like a manifestation of different personalities?
Is personality simply different choices made when faced with the same situation?
So, can you completely transform into a different person simply by making a small choice?
All my foundational cards were given to me by you, so this wealth is rightfully yours.
However, the ability to hold onto wealth is a huge test.
Therefore, I've arranged a series of learning courses for you, listed in an Excel file on your computer. The password is ******. Remember to check it.
Fang Shuman's heart pounded like a drum, her soul trembled violently. These words, as heavy as a thousand pounds, struck her soul, and she felt redeemed once again.
With red eyes, she turned on her computer and, after seeing the 100-item learning course, finally burst into laughter through her tears.
"Fang Ke, you devil..."
<2>
"A new soul has been detected in the Alliance. It is from W707, male, and the transaction type is permanent."
"Are there still souls that can be bought out? What kind of tool did he use instead?"
"It seems to be just a bottle of memory-eliminating powder, priced at 10,000 points."
Everyone in the lab burst into laughter in shock. "This soul is too cheap."
"But since it's a buyout, it's worth making good use of it and training it to the standards of an Alliance suicide squad."
"Yes, so will his first trial plane start directly at level B difficulty?"
The team leader nodded, "Perfect, let's send him to the Zerg dimension and teach him a lesson first."
The crowd gloated, saying, "We will obey your orders, sir."
Xiao Yichen was hungover again. When he opened his eyes again, he noticed something was different. A stimulating and ambiguous smoky fragrance lingered around his nose.
When he opened his eyes, he was shocked to find himself disheveled, tightly bound by ropes, kneeling on the ground with his legs straight, in a very humiliating manner.
Xiao Yichen immediately sobered up and struggled frantically, his eyes filled with murderous intent. He didn't know who was so bold as to dare to kidnap him.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind whipped at him, tearing his broad back open and causing a burning pain.
"Damn it, do you want to die?"
"Where did this male come from? It doesn't know the rules at all."
A noble female voice drifted over, and as soon as Xiao Yichen looked up, he was struck in the face with a whip, blood gushing from his cheek instantly.
"He's merely a servant to his husband, yet he dares to look directly at his mistress's face?"
"Guards, take him away and discipline him properly."
Xiao Yichen was dragged away like a dead dog. He was beaten half to death that day and brainwashed by the professor with all sorts of rules about the female master's mansion and the rebellion of the Heavenly Gang. Xiao Yichen had only one thought in his mind: Is he... crazy?
[Congratulations, host. You have successfully entered the Zerg world. I am your personal system 0288.]
Xiao Yichen opened his swollen eyelids and saw only an electronic screen that appeared in mid-air.
[Host's first task is to serve the mistress well and survive for 7 days in her residence.]
[Friendly reminder: Your female host is cruel and has a penchant for toying with, whipping, and humiliating male insects. Please handle this with care.]
Xiao Yichen coughed up a mouthful of blood, not knowing what he had done that was so heinous, or why he was being treated this way. Was this hell?
[Host, this isn't hell, but if you don't complete the mission properly, it might be even more painful than the deepest hell.]
If the host completes the tasks well and earns points, more privileges will be unlocked.
[The host is currently ranked 200,000+ in the Main God Space. Keep up the good work, host, and strive to enter the top ten. Then you can become a god!]
Xiao Yichen was about to sneer when he saw a familiar name on the scrolling screen, and his whole body trembled.
The person ranked third had a long string of zeros after his score, but his name was one he would never forget.
[That's acceptable.]
At that moment, the pain in his body seemed to be numbed. Xiao Yichen seemed to see a lifeline, his only light and hope.
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What does Yes like to listen to during his evening EMO?
1. Waiting for winter again (But I was the one who loved you the most / I was the one who cared the most / I was the one who was forgotten / But I just can't bear to let go)
2. I can't forget you (I'll empty/give you everything/I'll give you freedom)
3. I will still miss you (I will still miss you/I will still blame you/blame you for so easily and gracefully leaving/I still love you)
4. Rogue (How wrong you were/Your lingering warmth is still causing trouble/You proudly defeated me completely/I'm stuck here like a rogue)
In conclusion: H3R3, this singer really understands me.
What songs would make Zhao Qi angry?
A: Boyfriend – You have to experience it for yourself.
What's the background music for that Douyin video that went viral with just one picture and got millions of likes?
A: "Bemylover" - the feeling of freedom.
What background music would be most suitable for Fang Keyes's life-and-death struggles in the later stages of the game?
A: "That Girl X Talking to the Moon" - listen to it on repeat 100 times.
Fang Yiling's favorite piano piece:
A: "Merry Christmas Mr. Lawrence" - Thank you, Mr. Ryuichi Sakamoto.
—End of bonus content. This is truly the end of the article.—
(It's finished! Because it took so long, I'm not too sad anymore, haha. I'm very satisfied to have said goodbye to each character in one go.)
See you in the next book, my ladies! If all goes well, the new book should be released in June. It's likely a chaotic love story, probably around 300,000 words long (though I always seem to exceed the word limit...).
After finishing this book, I've confirmed my preferred style and tone. In any case, I can't stand any frustration, so I'll just go all out and enjoy myself to the end!
What I really hope is that when people encounter other frustrating situations, they can think of someone like Sister Fang, someone who can cheer them up, at least give them a sense of momentum—"Sister Fang is here, let's 'kill' them all!" 23333
Many things require destruction to be established. Hopefully, we can all, like Fang Ke, tear down the rules and carve out our own space. (PS: Don't be a show-off when you need to assess the situation. Society is changing, but the pace is relatively slow. Everyone's first priority should be self-preservation; only those who have the last laugh should succeed.)
That's all for now, see you next time! (Sending love)
*Because the author's notes exceeded the word limit, and I couldn't bear to delete them, I'm just putting them here. Please, reviewers, have mercy! =3=
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