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Luo bingge went back to his universe, he intentionally teleported to an empty room with his Xin mo, because there was a lot to process after seeing that alternate universe where his Shizun is a good person.
How different would his life be if Shen Qingqiu wasn't that miserable old man?
If he didn't have his 600 wives to distract him from his own anguish that was always with him?
Did that alternate Luo binghe feel that same feeling?
That his story was already over and that you were surviving for sheer convenience?
Probably not, and knowing that Luo binghe didn't have that same feeling (as if he had thousands of eyes on you all the time wishing you doom along with a certain perverted feeling that consumed him along with Xin mo's own strength), Luo bingge felt a gigantic envy, which he couldn't go on living without somehow resolving it, so he left his riches in the hands of his closest women (mainly Liǔ Míngyān and Shā Huálíng. Because he knows that both of them will make this world burn in full war or they will bring Plato's perfect world into the physical world, even though this is theoretically impossible and even though Luo bingge shouldn't know who Plato is ), he took his Xin Mo and left.
The feeling of leaving his world was more complex than the last time, it seemed that the other time he was still within his role, he was still himself, but for some reason his actions now seemed unrelated to himself, it seemed that something big was changing and he himself couldn't say what.
When he passed to the other side, even the air seemed to have changed, he entered a room (it seemed to have been closed for days due to the bad smell), everything was a mess and on the bed in the corner of that tiny room was a human being (luo bingge thinks anyway), with a screen illuminating his face, a face that needs a shave, eyes full of dark circles, with super short hair and lots of pots with the smell of sauce coming from inside, even though there was no more food there, for being eaten.
Luo Bingge approached this guy with Xin Mo in his hand ready to ask some questions, when the man looked up but instead of yelling or anything, he started laughing.
- Hahahahaha I was told that eating ramen heated 5 times would give me diarrhea but it gave me hallucinations stronger than any potent hallucinogen, can I sell this for how much to my readers???
- where are we? - Luo bingge placed the sword on this dirty man's neck
- you are in your father's house, luo binghe!
- how do you know my name?
- why did I raise you? Daaaaa, I would recognize you anywhere, your hot little body that everyone drools over or even that psychopath look of yours for men and flirtatious for women.
You see, usually people who were clearly being threatened with a Xin mo don't joke about how handsome and scary Luo bingge was, let alone a guy who shouldn't know who Luo bingge himself is. So our dear protagonist decided he was a little curious about this worm.
- if this worm believes that he created this venerable one, tell me -
- Eiiiiii I didn't create you to steal nicknames from other novels did I?? How would your two late mothers react to you imitating mo ran genocide huh??? Mo ran burns women in the cauldron in his past life, but you with your 600 women and 2 mothers ??? You shouldn't compare a venerable c-WORD CENSORED BECAUSE IS A SPOILER- with a pretty like you!
-... what do you know about my two mothers? - "About my biological mother?" bingge mentally added.
- I really didn't write that in the book and you never found out, did you? Sit down Sit down! This author would be really sad if our stud protagonist got tired of threatening me in such a way!! I planned your entire backstory! I planned everything about you! Unfortunately that would not generate an income for me, so this father had to sacrifice his son in exchange for a small amount of money for survival... but their mothers? Your biological mother did everything to keep you alive, she had a huge crush on your father, if I didn't need a traumatized protagonist I could make your father not blinded by revenge... he would have been a great father... - obviously luo bingge didn't lower his sword or sit down, if that speech did something it was exactly the opposite... how could this man talk like that about himself? How can he talk about things from the past with so much knowledge and still be so inappropriate and dirty? But... this man knew things, things Luo Bingge never imagined he could achieve, until he found someone who does.
- ... why did Shen qingqiu treat luo binghe that way?
- oh... I'm really sorry this part wasn't made by the fans but by myself! Shen jiu was tortured a lot by everyone and everything, he hated himself more than he hated everyone. That's all, that he and Luo binghe have in common, right? That anguish, I didn't want to put that on Luo Binghe, but I feel it too! I feel the eyes of all these readers wanting the most erotic and least profound plots possible, judging all the events in this novel as if it were their nature to want to make our lives worse. And how his creator turned out to be a side effect to pass on some things, such as the feeling of rejection by others, both by these readers and the people in my life... But Shen qingqiu hated the protagonist VERY STRONGly, because he himself did not had the chance to cultivate so pure, he didn't have all of Binghe's natural ability, so he felt that it was unfair, Luo binghe didn't want to be the strongest and be on top so much, while Shen jiu himself wanted that SO MUCH , how could he not be angry?
This dealt a heavy blow to Luo Bingge... the anguish... the reason for so much pain...
- You said you created me...
- yes yes, I am an author, as much as bro cucumber does not agree that I am a good quality author, he is really your biggest fan and my biggest hater, he always defends you from all the plot jumps I do to survive , for him I would only spoil you with real loves and familiar knowledge, honestly... who wants a familiar acquaintance with the protagonist?
- I WANTED! YOU... YOU SON OF A BITCH HOW DARE YOU COME TO SAY I NEEDED TO SUFFER FOR YOUR SURVIVAL, HOW DARE YOU NOT HATE SHEN QINGQIU AFTER KNOWING WHAT HE DID TO ME?? DON'T JUST KNOW HOW TO MAKE HIM ACT THAT WAY??? NOT EVEN YOU ALLOWED ME TO KNOW THE MINIMUM OF MY FAMILY!!!
- I'm a starving writer, if I didn't use your pornography for my survival I'd die man! Nothing personal! I didn't put much of what I wanted in you! I put a lot of things into your personality and appearance because of public pressure, but you started to take on a shape of your own, you became someone as intimate with me as my king! I wanted to put all my ideal ideas in it, but when you write so much about a protagonist there's no way not to put my stuff in, like trying to please the public as much as possible or being a dead idealist inside.
- I don't try to please the public like a mouse!!
- and even? So tell me why do you have 600 women and you love less than 10 of them? Tell me why you agonize over having conquered many things but nothing the way you wanted??? I wanted the money I earn from this shit, but I can't accept having earned it in such a terrible way! You like having your survival, but you hate having to earn it with pussy and blood everywhere! And I also didn't want it to be just sex and fighting okay? I wanted to give you better things! I wish I could let you know who your father is and why you were left on that river, I wish I could have given you a best friend who wasn't just another wife and I wish I could have made you canonically curly hair!! I WANTED TO MAKE YOU BETTER!!
The man still in front of his sword began to cry and lay down on the bed, but Luo Bingge's sword did not move (now far from the man), Bingge was in shock.
- cucumber bro was right, everything comes down to sex in this shit, go away luo binghe, stop fucking me here and become someone else's hallucination! You're going to pester the cucumber bro, he certainly knows better than me which way this crap had to go! This story is not the one I wanted and much less the one you deserved.
The man in question covered his head and stood there, luo bingge slowly lowered his sword until it touched the ground, what was he supposed to do now? What was he supposed to feel now?