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Chapter 336: Extra Story 1

In the pitch-black alley, a man staggered along as if drunk, eventually collapsing under the dim light of a distant streetlamp with a thud.

"Easy prey." A few hoodlums glanced at each other, seeing the same intent in each other's eyes.

They cautiously approached the shadowy figure, one of the hoodlums kicking the man lying on the ground. "Looks like he's passed out."

"Boss, there's a lot of blood on the ground," one of the hoodlums suddenly exclaimed, his voice trembling, "Is he, is he dead?"

"No, no way, he was still walking fast just now, wasn’t he?"

It was nearly dawn at this point, the smell of blood mingling with the dampness typical of alleys, creating an unnerving atmosphere. Suddenly, the streetlight nearby flickered, causing the hoodlums to panic and run away, screaming.

A few minutes later, the man on the ground suddenly moved.

Struggling to open his eyes and weak from severe blood loss, it took him a while to sit up against the lamp post. "098."

"Present! Host, you've been shot! Are you alright?"

"I'm fine." The bullet was lodged in his scapula, breaking a major artery, which is why there was so much blood. If he had been any later, he would have probably died from blood loss. Ling Chunann then pressed on some acupoints around the wound before standing up. "Clean up the blood around here and then transfer the original host’s memories to me."

"Right away!" 098 responded enthusiastically.

Ever since Ling Chunann became a main god, 098 had found itself with less and less to do, often just following around its master, much to the annoyance of Helian Feng. 098 felt like a poor, unloved cabbage, despised by everyone.

Thinking back on the master god he once revered immensely, 098 wished it could be reborn. The man who had always stuck by the host's side turned out to be the master god himself. Not only that, he even got jealous over a small system like itself, completely ruining his image.

Luckily, every time the host went on vacation, he remembered to bring it along, not bringing the big jealous pot. This time the host had found a hidden world, which that guy definitely couldn't find. Thinking this, 098 felt ecstatic.

This was an ordinary middle world with a modern backdrop, where the storyline revolved around a fox spirit who had cultivated for a thousand years and entered the entertainment industry.

The modern world had very little spiritual energy, insufficient for cultivation, so the fox spirit female lead had to absorb enough essence to maintain her human form. As a result, she clung to one powerful figure after another, reaching the peak of her life, eventually ending up with many beautiful men.

Currently, Ling Chunann was inhabiting the identity of one of the male leads, Tan Anchen’s brother, Tan Anyue, who barely qualified as a villain, just a minor cannon fodder. He had accidentally seen the female lead's tail at the company and was about to call his brother to reveal her identity as a fox spirit when he was targeted by an assassin sent by a rival company. He barely escaped with his life but ultimately died from excessive blood loss in an alley.

Clearly, this very alley was where he died in the plot.

Ling Chunann zipped up his black jacket, thankful he wore it today as it hid the blood stains well, though the sticky blood made him quite uncomfortable. The bleeding had stopped, but the bullet needed to be removed.

Following the memories left by the original host, Ling Chunann made his way back to his apartment. Fortunately, Tan Anyue lived alone in a moderately-sized, neatly kept apartment.

Tan Anyue was involved in the entertainment industry, a student of the Film Acting Department at the Academy of Cinema. However, his mother had once been a highly skilled surgeon. Ling Chunann rummaged through a cabinet and found a medical kit at the bottom, which included several sharp surgical knives.

"Host, are you going to remove the bullet yourself?" 098 sounded nervous.

As Ling Chunann disinfected a long-unused surgical knife, he asked, "Or would you like to do it? Maybe use some energy to lure over your dear master god?"

098: "...Let’s not, and besides, that's your master god."

Over the years, the pair had secretly fled home numerous times, always getting caught in the end. 098 would be locked in a dark room, and Ling Chunann faced similar confinement.

Thinking about Helian Feng's dark room made 098 shudder. "Host, why don’t you ever bring the big guy along? His dark room is terrifying, I just don’t understand why you enjoy this."

"098, you wouldn’t understand," Ling Chunann said with a smile, "It’s an adult’s pleasure."

"..."

After removing the bullet and using a healing potion to restore his health, the day was almost dawning. Ling Chunann then took a bath, washing off the blood and grime from his body.

Stepping out of the bathroom, Ling Chunann finally took the time to examine his new body. He had already seen and felt his physique during the bath: it was soft and limp with barely any muscle, thin as a chick, far from the image he preferred. However, the face was a pleasant surprise.

Ignoring the spiky blond hair, the face was exceptionally delicate and beautiful. Unlike most people’s slightly brown pupils, this body's pupils were a rare pure black, bright and clear, lazy like a cat when slightly squinted. The nose was straight, and the lips were a perfect shade of pink. When not smiling, he looked like a prince from a fairy tale—an assessment not just from Ling Chunann but also echoed by Tan Anyue’s fans who called him "the little prince." Ling Chunann smiled at his reflection, revealing shallow dimples on his cheeks.

098 squealed, "Host, you're so cute!"

"Thank you, you’re cuter," Ling Chunann replied, his smile fading as 098 quieted down. He dried his spiky blond hair with a towel, then casually walked to the bedroom and turned on the computer.

He typed rapidly for a few minutes, outlining the current state of this body.

The plot’s description of Tan Anyue was sparse, at best describing him as a troubled youth, rebellious and without acting talent, a typical pretty face who misused his position. His eventual death was deemed deserved, even his brother was disappointed in him, merely collecting his ashes without arranging a proper funeral. While it was saddening, his brother quickly recovered under the female lead's gentle comfort and soon overcame their business rivals, pushing the company to new heights.

From what Ling Chunann had initially discovered, these assessments aligned with external opinions. Without the original host’s memories, he might have believed some of it, but clearly, Tan Anyue was not such a person.

In memory, Tan Anyue, as evaluated by Ling Chunann, was just a sensitive child longing for recognition, particularly fond of Tan Anchen and thus blindly followed into the entertainment industry. He practiced acting diligently, but clearly, he wasn’t cut out for it—no matter how hard he tried, he was still seen as talentless, a mere pretty face. The accusation of abusing his position was utterly false; Tan Anyue had never once claimed to be the younger brother of a big corporate CEO—it was all fabricated by the media, and he was too inarticulate to rebut.

Evidently, in this storyline, Tan Anyue was merely a pawn used to enhance the romantic development between the male and female leads, truly a typical cannon fodder character. For Ling Chunann, who always played villain roles, this was somewhat refreshing.

Although he was here on vacation, Ling Chunann didn’t mind stirring up the plot a bit to extract some energy. After all, this was a hidden world he had found, richer in energy than most ordinary worlds.

The female lead had only descended the mountain less than three months ago, meeting Tan Anchen first and still pretending to have amnesia. She had just used Tan Anchen’s influence to sort out her identity documents and hadn't yet entered the entertainment industry. Their romantic storyline was also unclear, and everything was just beginning.

Having organized the plot, Ling Chunann decided not to just sit around. He rummaged through the closet for a shirt and hat, ready to head out, when the landline in the living room suddenly rang.

Ling Chunann picked up the phone, and a man’s voice came from the other end.

"Tan Anyue, do you still want to make it in this industry? Look at the time! You even dare to be late for Director Yang’s audition. Don’t think your face can get you through everything. You have twenty minutes to show up in front of me, or else you can wait for a new agent!"

"Fine, you don’t have to be my agent anymore." Ling Chunann responded calmly, then hung up without waiting for a reply.

The caller had been Tan Anyue’s agent, He Deyuan, indeed somewhat capable and well-connected in the industry, but not particularly reputable. If it weren’t for Tan Anyue being underage and initially placed in his care by the assistant president of the Hongyuan Group, he probably would have already thrown him into a bed with some bigwig.

He Deyuan’s mention of Director Yang referred to a minor director who had produced several films that were neither hits nor flops. The current script he was working on was a low-budget one, unlikely to succeed, and Ling Chunann naturally had no interest in demeaning himself for such a project.

Hearing Ling Chunann’s response, He Deyuan turned red with anger, "Fine, fine! I’ll see

 how you come begging me in a few days!"

Beside him, a handsome young man spoke up, "Brother He, did Anyue upset you again? He’s still young, sometimes unaware of his own weight…"

"Forget it, don’t make excuses for him. I’m done catering to his tantrums. Xiaoke, today’s audition is all on you. You must secure the role."

The young man’s eyes gleamed with satisfaction, "Don’t worry, Brother He, I’ll do my best."

Ling Chunann paid no mind to the unfolding scene after he hung up, grabbing his wallet and car keys before leaving the apartment.

Despite being a few months shy of adulthood, as a wealthy heir, Tan Anyue had been driving since he was sixteen. Ling Chunann expertly maneuvered his expensive sports car into the city, encountering a few traffic officers along the way. They recognized the value of the car and let him pass, giving Ling Chunann a taste of the rich second generation lifestyle.

"Host, aren’t you going back to the Tan family to meet the male and female leads?" 098 asked.

"There’s a demon at home; I need to get a peace charm first," Ling Chunann declared seriously, "Safety first."

"..."

Just then, Ling Chunann executed a sleek drift, parking the car neatly beside the street. Before he could step out, a face suddenly pressed against the car window. "Hey! You almost hit me!"

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