Those Years When the Son of Destiny Was Severely Scammed [Quick Transmigration] CHAPTER 23
Chapter 23: The Male Lead with X-Ray Vision VS Five Female Leads (23)
“Don’t come closer—” The specter saw the gray orb approaching and frantically tried to stop it, but he couldn’t stop the incorporeal gray orb.
The gray orb merged into the specter’s body and instantly disappeared. He searched his body, finding nothing, but realized something was wrong with his current state. He then looked at the body he’d inhabited for nearly a year—the already pale face became even paler.
Then he heard a strange voice: “An Chun?”
The specter jolted, turning around warily. He then saw a tall, handsome man standing three meters away. A flash of jealousy crossed his eyes, then he pitifully said, “You can see me… Are you… a celestial master?”
Huo Xian remained silent, frowning slightly at the specter, which should perhaps be called a soul.
Although he had witnessed this specter emerge from the deceased’s body, the specter’s appearance was unlike An Chun’s. An Chun had delicate features and fair skin. Even now, lifeless and lying quietly with his eyes closed, he looked like a noble young master. The specter before him, however, was about 1.6 meters tall, with ordinary features, a pockmarked face from acne. Even as a mere specter, one could see his greasy, thinning hair and the cloudy look in his small eyes.
Huo Xian wasn’t someone who judged people by their appearance, but as the saying goes, “a person’s appearance reflects their inner self.” Although not always true, the specter gave him the impression of being hypocritical, inferior, sleazy, and narrow-minded, just as his appearance suggested.
“Celestial master, please save me, I don’t want to die!” Seeing Huo Xian remain motionless, the specter cried out and lunged at him.
However, a meter from Huo Xian, he seemed to hit an invisible wall and flew back, landing on the other side of the bed. Huo Xian saw a flash of white light when the specter hit the “wall.”
If he guessed correctly, it was… his luck.
After about a minute, the specter shakily got up. His eyes were filled with terror as he tremblingly asked, “Celestial… master, aren’t you here to save me?”
“Save you?” Huo Xian took two steps toward the bed. The specter shrank back, intimidated by his aura. He glanced at the young man on the bed and then back at the specter. “Are you An Chun?”
The specter stammered, arguing, “Celestial master, although I’m not An Chun, he was already dead when I entered his body. I didn’t kill him, nor did I do anything evil with his body.”
“Was it because you didn’t want to do evil, or because your body prevented you from doing evil?” Coldness flickered in Huo Xian’s eyes. “Also, who told you I’m a celestial master?”
The specter, already uneasy and nervous from the previous question, was momentarily stunned. He asked blankly, “Then who are you?”
“You don’t know who I am, yet you’ve been scheming against me…” Huo Xian curled his lips, his eyes icy.
“Ho… Ho…” The specter pointed at Huo Xian in terror, his eyes wide, his tongue tied, unable to utter the complete name.
Huo Xian walked around the bed towards the specter. Remembering his previous experience of being thrown back when he approached Huo Xian, the specter scrambled backward, crying in fear and terror, “Don’t come closer, don’t come closer, don’t…”
Huo Xian stopped a meter away, crouched down, his gaze level with his, seeing in his eyes a mixture of furious hatred and fear.
“Now, it’s my turn to ask you some questions. I wonder if the au-thor would be willing to answer?” Huo Xian said slowly, emphasizing the words “author.”
The specter froze, his eyes filled with disbelief and a multitude of questions.
Why?
Why was Huo Xian at the hospital?
Why could Huo Xian see him in his spectral form?
Why did Huo Xian know his true identity?
Why? Why?? Why???
Not only the specter, but the gray orb that had entered the specter’s body also detached itself after hearing Huo Xian’s words, now even larger than when it entered.
A cold, mechanical voice asked: [How did the host guess?]
Huo Xian raised an eyebrow, his tone unhurried. “Is it hard to guess? One male lead, five female leads, brainless for the sake of excitement. Fang Man Yun, or the other four women, their eyes only contain me. Is this normal human thinking?”
The system paused, stubbornly arguing: [Didn’t the host remember that female lead Qiao Yi Rong threw wine in the host’s face when they first met?]
“But this woman who threw wine in my face is now willing to use her body to block a knife for me.” Huo Xian chuckled, the smile not reaching his eyes. “At least in the real world I once lived in, I’ve never seen such brainless women.”
The system was speechless.
Huo Xian’s gaze returned to the specter, his voice cold as he continued, “A publicly traded company collapses at a whim, commercial spies go abroad and the case has no follow-up, banks are robbed at will, drug smugglers use human bodies to smuggle drugs onto a plane, all faces outside City A are blurred and characterless… Even more ridiculous, the monetary clues surrounding me, the ‘protagonist,’ are hundreds of millions or even billions of dollars. Even for a residential complex, I offered 80 billion, and someone is willing to accept it. Besides the words ‘protagonist halo,’ I can’t think of anything else.”
“This world is a brainless, poor-guy’s wish-fulfillment fantasy,” he concluded.
As soon as he spoke, the specter, whom Huo Xian identified as a poor-guy author, jumped up and angrily accused, “How dare you say my work is a brainless wish-fulfillment fantasy?”
Huo Xian raised his eyelids and casually asked, “What were you thinking when you wrote about the male lead having a harem of five women?”
The author choked. What was he thinking?
Of course, it was romance!
Fang Man Yun, a hot Y-girl and mature D-woman with excellent bed skills; the Qiao sisters, wealthy heiresses with youthful faces, one pure and quiet, the other spoiled and open; Liu Xu Xue, gentle and serene with excellent temperament, the white moonlight of men’s hearts; Anna, a queenly and domineering woman with a powerful aura, noble and cold.
His own frustrations during his growth, his resentment towards the world; even the looks of others on the street seemed to carry ridicule, contempt, and aversion, making him cynical and withdrawn. He wanted to be rich, to have all kinds of beautiful women fall at his feet, fighting over him, wanting the life of someone on top. What was wrong with that? He couldn’t do it himself, so shouldn’t his protagonist be allowed to?
So he created “Urban Emperor: X-Ray Vision.” The male lead, Huo Xian, came from a wealthy family, had a dissolute personality, and the plot began with the Huo family being framed, and him gaining X-ray vision after falling from a building. From then on, Huo Xian could see the bodies of the women he loved, and could become famous in the gambling world.
Huo Xian became a new tycoon in City A, his wealth skyrocketing. Those women who had once dismissed him or only seen him as a game bowed down to him. Even if they weren’t tamed at first, he just needed to spend some effort in bed to discipline them. If once wasn’t enough, he would do it twice, until all those women willingly stayed by his side and constantly gave themselves to him.
In the end, he had five beautiful women serving him, and besides Fang Man Yun, whose family was ordinary, the other four women’s families also handed everything over to him. He was the true urban emperor.
Did “Urban Emperor: X-Ray Vision” have logic?
No.
Was it cliché?
No one wanted to write it ten years ago.
Was there a plot?
A little, a very awkward plot, but the protagonist’s acquisition of women and his sudden wealth was very satisfying, extremely satisfying, just what the author, an ordinary guy, liked. Therefore, the author unconsciously indulged in the income this novel brought him.
But the author never expected that on a night when he dreamed of becoming rich, he would be transported into his novel. He didn’t expect that he wouldn’t be the protagonist, but a short-lived ghost, An Chun, whose name was even a joke in his book.
And it had to be An Chun!
A useless, sickly man!
But after becoming An Chun, a voice kept saying in his dreams, “As long as you steal the protagonist’s luck, you can survive and get everything you want.” He tried this when the Huo family was initially targeted and added fuel to the fire. Then he discovered that the worse things went for Huo Xian, the better he felt.
To survive, to get what he wanted as soon as possible, he had to target the protagonist he had created.
Unfortunately, his novel created its own world, and Huo Xian had almost all of its luck. Unless his luck was exhausted, any attempt to kill him would backfire. He had no choice but to act indirectly. He found Liu Cheng Pei, a dog who would do anything for a small reward.
He accelerated the Huo family’s downfall and hastened Huo Xian’s fall from the building. But from that point on, he found that some things, no, all things, deviated from his planned plot.
But now he understood: It wasn’t the protagonist who deviated from his plot, but this outsider!
The system!
For the author/reader who spent his days immersed in online novels, “system” was a familiar term, a special existence. He had often fantasized about being chosen by a system one day and shining brightly, becoming someone on top.
But why, why did “Huo Xian” get all the good things? Transmigrating and encountering a system, and luckily enough to transmigrate into the protagonist himself. Why him? He was the creator of the novel, the creator god of this world!!
“Do you know what you look like now?” Huo Xian looked at the author and slowly asked.
The author was stunned, his thoughts temporarily returning to his senses. His mouth moved faster than his brain: “What?”
Huo Xian chuckled softly: “You’ve made me truly understand the meaning of the phrase—’jealousy makes one’s appearance distorted.'”
The author reacted a few seconds later and realized that he had been insulted. His already twisted face became even more ferocious. He found courage from somewhere, pointed at Huo Xian and yelled, “This world belongs to me. I am the master of this world. Get out, all of you get out!!!”
Huo Xian shifted his gaze to the slightly swaying gray orb in mid-air and asked with a smirk, “System, what to do? The author doesn’t want us here. Are you going to take me away?”
The gray orb paused, then turned into a stream of light and flew into the author’s body.
The author was slightly stunned, then exclaimed in surprise and delight, “System, are you willing to bind with me… ah…” The sound changed to a painful wail; his face contorted again.
Huo Xian watched as the originally 70% translucent figure instantly became 50% transparent, and even the gray orb hidden in the center of his brow was clearly visible. As the author’s soul became transparent, the gray orb grew even larger.
[World bug clearing program has started, otherworldly soul: eradication.] The system’s cold, mechanical voice declared.
“No, no, I’m not a bug ah ah ah ah ah…” The author became incoherent from fright, “Save me, Huo Xian save me, save me, I don’t want to die…”
Huo Xian moved half a step forward, and the system’s warning immediately sounded: [Does the host want to be eradicated too? Before, the system lacked energy and couldn’t eradicate the host, but now, the system can easily devour the host’s soul. I advise the host not to seek death.]
Hearing this, Huo Xian stopped. The author’s eyes were filled with despair.
“Heh.” Huo Xian suddenly chuckled softly.
[Why is the host laughing?] the system asked.
Huo Xian calmly asked, “If I don’t seek death, will you let me go?”
