Chapter 2 Rescue System [Host Name: Song Heng...
[Host Name: Song Heng
Age: 25
Occupation: CEO
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【The ancient world has been imported.】
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The cold mechanical sound finally stopped.
What caught my eye was a head of black hair, casually draped across the bright yellow quilt. It was a man, more precisely, a thin man with delicate features. But now, his face was sickly, adding a touch of frailty to his already stern and cold features. While not gaunt or pale, it only added a touch of fragility.
A beauty as fragile as glass lies on an extraordinarily gorgeous wooden bed, with exquisite dragon-shaped carved beams surrounding the bedposts made of golden nanmu.
The curtains were covered with light silk, and the rosewood window panes were half-closed, letting in a little light.
The rays of light from the glass, jade, porcelain, pearls and precious stones made the room sparkle.
It is magnificent and luxurious.
It makes the person on the bed look like a god descending from heaven.
The person on the bed, Song Heng, came over suddenly and felt a fishy-sweet taste in his throat, followed by choking and coughing.
It took me a long time to finally get over the tightness in my chest.
In a daze, Song Heng suddenly realized that he seemed to have traveled through time.
In the last second, I was working overtime for the company project, and in the next second, I suddenly found myself in a completely unfamiliar place.
And that cold, mechanical voice that said something unknown.
Looking at the scene in front of me.
Song Heng, who has been hanging out on major literature websites for many years, first thought that he had traveled through time in violation of the law of balance, rather than thinking that he had accidentally entered a costume drama set.
【ding……
System, system 002 is started, the rescue system is at your service. 】
Look.
Song Heng suddenly heard the movement of the system in his mind, and the corners of his eyes raised slightly, as if to say, "As expected."
Next, the original owner’s memories should be transmitted to me.
Song Heng thought so.
Song Heng was not wrong. After the system was started, Song Heng felt a sharp pain deep in his mind, and then the past of this body appeared before him one by one.
The original owner's name was also Song Heng, and he was the almighty emperor.
The original owner's status is now extremely noble, but before he ascended the throne, he was a poor little person who was trampled upon by others.
The original owner was born to a powerless peasant girl while the old emperor was on a secret visit. Due to the secrecy in the palace, the mother died on the spot during childbirth. In the absence of a mother, and with the old emperor's tendency to get bored with the old and love the new, the child was born to a powerful peasant girl.
As the Empress's family grew in power, the original owner's situation within the palace became increasingly difficult. Song Heng's childhood was incredibly miserable. Hungry and cold, he could only huddle in a remote, dilapidated courtyard, guarding a leaky roof and broken door, struggling to survive. Needless to say, the original owner's status was so high that even passing eunuchs and palace maids could trample on her.
The original owner's days of starvation finally turned around when the old emperor was over fifty, or fifteen years old. The old emperor ascended the throne after overcoming countless hardships and fighting among his descendants. It could be said that the throne beneath the old emperor's feet was built of blood.
certainly,
The battle for the throne among the nine sons was a thrilling one. Even though the old emperor ascended to the supreme position, he had paid a heavy price and damaged his foundation. He was already showing signs of old age by the time he was over fifty. He had also suffered a serious injury in his youth, so that after more than twenty years on the throne, he had only two-digit children.
When the old emperor was gravely ill, the only ones who could assume the throne were the eldest and second princes, born to the empress and the virtuous concubine. These two princes were already in their twenties. The remaining fourth prince, still in his infancy, had a mother who was a favored imperial concubine and two princesses.
The third prince, who was born in a humble family and was bedridden all year round, was the original owner and had no place in the fight for the throne.
Perhaps it was not his fate, as the old emperor had been ill for years, showing no signs of passing. He lingered on for so long, his condition failing to improve. Instead, he became obsessed with immortality, a vain pursuit of immortality. Not only did he squander his fortune annually, but his personality also grew increasingly paranoid. His daily paranoia fueled widespread resentment throughout the court and brought suffering to the people.
Having been bedridden for many years and with limited energy, he could only worry about his life. The first ones to bear the brunt of the worry were the two favorites to take the throne, the eldest prince and the second prince.
Of course, the old emperor's concerns were not without merit. He knew full well how he came to the throne, and it was understandable that he would apply the same assumptions to his own son. Back then, the deceased emperor had already designated the crown prince, leading the prince to act with impunity and commit a series of wicked acts. The other princes, dissatisfied with the decision, rebelled against it, ultimately meeting a tragic end.
The old emperor hadn't chosen a crown prince early on, not only because neither of them was capable of the responsibility, but also because he still harbored a pipe dream of immortality. After all, he had worked so hard to build his empire, and to see it so easily surrendered to someone else was a source of frustration. He still needed to examine the two of them carefully. Who would have thought that during a royal hunting trip, he would be assassinated and accidentally shot. In his middle age, coupled with the circumstances of his youth, his health plummeted, and he was on the verge of death.
Unable to bear the old emperor's tyranny, the entire court, from top to bottom, obeyed the old emperor on the surface, but secretly formed cliques and factions, plotting to send the old emperor to the imperial mausoleum and usher in a new policy.
The Empress's family background is powerful, and the Concubine Xian's brother is a general, holding the tiger talisman and possessing military power. Neither side should be underestimated.
Judging from the fact that the original owner inherited the throne, the result of the fight between two tigers is likely to be mutual destruction.
After the original owner ascended the throne, he acted like a poor man suddenly rich, as if to make up for all the suffering he had endured over the previous eighteen years.
Since the original owner ascended to power, he had squandered vast sums of money and renovated numerous palaces. As a child, I had witnessed my mother, the queen of low status, die in the harem's shameful and unjust death. Yet, she received no proper burial, merely wrapped in a simple straw mat, her soul never to leave the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds.
Of course, the original owner couldn't escape that dilapidated corner. He only saw his mother hastily wrapped in a mat before being hurriedly taken away by servants. As for the Ten Thousand Burial Mounds, it was also a matter of chance that a servant, passing through this desolate place, overheard it.
Compared with the grandeur of the imperial mausoleums that surpass those of previous generations, the construction of the temporary palace is just a drop in the bucket. The construction of the magnificent imperial mausoleum is what truly consumes a great deal of manpower and material resources.
The original owner was extravagant and cruel when he came to power. He relied on the military power in his hands to kill many people who had bullied him when he was young.
Although he had not systematically learned the art of being an emperor, the original owner was the one who had the final say in the court. Anyone who disobeyed him would end up being killed on the spot.
According to this deduction, the ending is inevitable. He was defeated by the original male protagonist's rebel army and ended up being torn into pieces.
I don't want to do this at all, and I don't want to be buried in the graveyard like my mother.
Song Heng quickly read through the world plot and summarized it this way.
The world plot is too complete and the content is too lengthy, and it is difficult to receive so much information at once.
Song Heng felt his scalp tingle and his temples ache. The suffocation he had just felt relieved seemed to return with a vengeance, making it hard for him to breathe.
“Cough cough cough!”
Song Heng coughed violently again, and bright red blood spread from the corners of his mouth.
After coughing up blood, Song Heng, leaning against the bed, realized that the depression he had felt during the time travel had completely dissipated.
After discovering that he no longer felt chest tightness or shortness of breath, Song Heng stopped being cautious and lay down completely on the bed.
There should be a system next.
【The world story has been successfully imported.】
Just as he was thinking about it, a clear voice like that of a child sounded in Song Heng's ears.
"I'm the rescue system, 002."
It was completely different from the cold voice in my mind before.
"Host, next we..."
"Are you the robotic voice from before?" Before 002 finished speaking, Song Heng asked what he was thinking in his mind.
"Yes, the system is fully imported and it's no longer a machine sound."
Song Heng didn't care. After hearing the system in his mind answer seriously, he nodded politely.
"What were you going to say?"
Little Black Dumpling followed Song Heng's words and finally returned to the main topic.
"Welcome host to the ancient world. Your mission this time is to rewrite the original owner of the book and the original fate of Lu Zhifeng."
"Original destiny?" Song Heng grasped the key words said by the system.
"Yes, host. You have died of a sudden heart attack due to excessive overtime. You only need to complete this mission and you can return to your original world."
After a brief moment of doubt,
Song Heng thought about how he had only slept three or four hours a day for a week before his death.
Sudden death doesn't seem unacceptable.
Perhaps it was because he hadn't gotten enough sleep for too long. After Song Heng thought about how he would die, he finally remembered the mission.
"Lu Zhifeng..."
"Yes, host, he is the target of your mission this time." The little black ball was full of energy when Song Heng mentioned the mission, and immediately ran forward, "He is your imperial teacher. Whether it is a family mission or his own kindness, in the original world, he helped the evil, and you both ended up with a tragic death."
"Oh." Song Heng listened to the system's explanation, and the impact of the large amount of information on his brain nerves had dissipated. Waves of drowsiness hit him, and Song Heng was completely lazy. After a grunt, he couldn't resist the body's functions and obediently tucked in the corners of the quilt and lay down straight.
After a while, Song Heng's breathing gradually became longer and longer, and he looked like he was falling asleep again.
002, who was on a mission for the first time but was powerless to help his host, was left alone and could only circle around Song Heng's head.
From time to time, Tongzi felt helpless and spoke out in anger.
"Song Heng, don't you want to go back to your original world?"
The civilized world cannot punish, only appeal to their emotions and reason. The host, who had no fighting spirit from the very beginning, had lost all hope of completing the mission. Tongzi could only repeat in the host's ear the reward for completing the mission over and over again, in order to awaken the host's heart to give up.
"Don't make noise. I'm too sleepy. Let's talk about this after I wake up." Song Heng, who was in deep sleep and would still be woken up by the slightest noise from the outside world, had to speak in a calm voice to dispel the buzzing sound that disturbed his dreams.
The little black ball looked at the person lying on the bed, his face pale. Only the red blush at the corner of his eye from the violent coughing just now showed that he was still a living person.
"Well, the story has just begun, so it's okay to take a break."
002 thought so and felt that he was a very humane and good system.
"Um."
It was unknown whether it was a connection between their seas of consciousness or a connection between their hearts. Song Heng replied and fell into a deep sleep again.
"Host, host, wake up quickly. The mission target is here." The little black ball was extremely anxious, but he didn't know what to do. His chubby little body moved desperately closer to Song Heng, hoping to attract his attention.
Time flies. When I first arrived, the sunlight coming through the window pane was gentle and warm, but now it is much stronger.
The bright yellow light shines directly into the house, especially when accompanied by the snow-white cloud satin brocade dress, the brightness brings infinite vitality to the room.
Such a beautiful scenery, however, was an unnecessary annoyance to Song Heng, who was still not awake, and it disturbed his rest.
Wow
"Is this the mission objective?"
"Yes, the host is him." Hearing the host finally move, the system immediately responded, "He is the most handsome person in this small world besides the host."
"Quick, tell me the mission again. It doesn't matter whether you go back or not. I have changed the fate of the beauty."
Song Heng nodded slightly in agreement. He immediately turned around and contacted the system in his sea of consciousness, eager to make progress.
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"The youngest son of the empire has fallen ill and is now lying unconscious in the hospital."
"Really? Didn't people predict he wouldn't make it to adulthood? He's already in his twenties, how come he's so seriously ill all of a sudden?"
"What a shame! He's clearly an alpha with 3s mental strength, but I didn't expect his physical fitness to be so poor?"
“…”
Xie Huaixu, who was in a coma, was approached by a ball of light that claimed to be a fast-travel system. The light said that as long as he went to three worlds and completed three tasks, he could return to his original body and get rid of all his illnesses.
Xie Huaixu, who came from a royal aristocratic family and had a huge fortune, and had a very smooth life except for being a little weak, of course readily agreed.
Mission 1: Help the villains in the slums get on the right track.
Mission 2: Assist the fallen admiral to return to his position as the supreme commander of the galaxy.
Mission three: Make the rebel leader turn over a new leaf.
But while completing the mission, Xie Huaixu discovered that every world he traveled through was a little similar, and even seemed to be his original world.
Adhering to the attitude of making the best of one's situation, Xie Huaixu worked diligently on his tasks.
But why is it that things are going wrong the more I do it?
How did these rescued people get in front of him and even recognize his vest?
But he is an omega in front of the villain, a beta in front of the commander, and an alpha in front of the rebel leader?
…
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