I’m dead!
3: Chapter 3: What a terrible script!
I’m dead!
[I have thought about the reason why Viscount Priest did this.] In the image, the young “Lin Qing” sat on the bed in the academy dormitory, staring at the letter with a furrowed brow.
[I really can’t figure it out; there must be a problem here.
But in the end, I decided to accept this huge sum of money.] [Because I need whale Glue.] “Whale gelatin?” The real-World Lin Qing’s eyes lit up.
Good stuff!
In the Douluo Continent of this era, Spirit Masters hadn’t discovered the true value of whale Glue yet.
Everyone thought that thing was just an aphrodisiac, bought by noble lords to enhance the mood and use during their revelry.
Although the price wasn’t cheap, it was far from reaching an astronomical level.
But Lin Qing knew— It wasn’t until ten thousand years later, during the period of the unrivaled tang sect, that the true function of whale Glue was discovered.
After being consumed using an effective method, it could significantly improve a Spirit Master’s physical fitness.
More importantly, the improvement in physical fitness could increase the upper limit of the age of the spirit rings a Spirit Master could absorb!
Especially for the first few spirit rings.
If high-quality whale Glue could be used, one could completely exceed the theoretical best configuration and maximize their potential in the early stages.
“If it were me…” Lin Qing put himself in the shoes of his parallel-World self and thought about it.
Then he shook his head with a bitter smile.
“There really is no way to refuse…” The temptation of a thousand gold coins was simply too great.
In this era, whale Glue wasn’t that expensive.
A thousand gold coins were enough to buy several pieces of thousand-year quality whale Glue.
This was buying a precious item of the future at a bargain price.
Only a fool wouldn’t want it.
The “Lin Qing” in the last words obviously thought so too.
This is what they call “knowing there’s a tiger in the mountain, yet heading straight for it.” [With the gold coins I obtained, I purchased several pieces of thousand-year whale Glue.] The youth walked out of a medicinal herb shop.
In his arms, he held several blocks tightly wrapped in oil paper.
[Since utilizing the effectiveness of whale Glue requires high-temperature flames to completely melt it, I made arrangements and commissioned a Fire-type Spirit Master teacher in the academy to help.] A middle-aged man wearing a teacher’s robe had scorching flames rising from his palm.
The oil paper package was opened, revealing the dark red, translucent gelatinous substance inside.
Under the scorching of the flames, the whale Glue gradually softened, turning into a thick liquid and emitting a strange fragrance.
[After the whale Glue melted, before I had time to consume it…
Viscount Priest sent someone to invite me to the Priest Family for a talk.] That richly dressed butler appeared again.
With a formulaic smile on his face, his attitude nonetheless brooked no refusal.
[I never expected…] The narration paused.
A thick bitterness seeped through the voice.
[Once I went, there was no return.] ???
The real-World Lin Qing was stunned.
Did this mean that the Lin Qing of the parallel World died at the Priest Family?
He suddenly remembered that the portrait on the urn was still that of a six-year-old child.
“In other words…
the parallel-World me didn’t even live past six?” Lin Qing felt a chill run down his spine.
Just now he was only focused on being excited about the whale Glue and almost forgot about this.
Last words, last words—those are definitely something only a dead person has!
His expression became serious.
“How exactly did this parallel-World me die?” His curiosity was completely piqued.
[With confusion, I arrived at the Priest Family.] The scene switched to a grand manor.
High iron gates, neatly trimmed lawns, and an angel sculpture standing in the center of a fountain.
A typical noble residence.
[I met Viscount Priest.] In the living room, a man stood up from the sofa.
He was about forty years old and wore gold-rimmed glasses.
His hair was combed meticulously, and he wore a black robe with a silver cross pattern embroidered on the collar.
Dressed…
very much like a Priest in a church.
[He was a man who looked kind and amiable.] Viscount Priest smiled and reached out his hand toward the young Lin Qing.
His smile was gentle, and his eyes were kind.
Anyone who saw him would think he was a friendly elder.
[He warmly invited me to dinner.] In the dining room, the long table was covered with exquisite dishes.
Candlelight flickered, and silver tableware reflected a warm luster.
The Viscount sat at the head of the table, elegantly cutting a steak.
“…” For some reason, seeing this, Lin Qing’s brow twitched violently.
A strong premonition of ill omen surged in his heart.
This scene…
looked too much like the opening of some horror movie!
[However, right in the middle of dinner—] The screen began to shake.
As if the person filming could no longer stand steadily.
[I began to feel dizzy, and my whole body felt hot.] The young Lin Qing held his forehead, and the fork in his hand fell onto the plate with a “clang.” He tried to stand up, but his legs were as soft as cotton.
[I was drugged!] The narrator’s voice finally carried anger.
[Viscount Priest shed his gentle disguise.] Across the dining table, that “kind and amiable” Viscount slowly put down his knife and fork.
He took off his gold-rimmed glasses and wiped them unhurriedly with a silk scarf.
Then he looked up.
There was still a smile on his face, but that smile had become distorted, greedy, and nauseating.
[He finally revealed his true face—a wretched old pervert!] His gaze was like he was admiring a precious collectible, terrifyingly hot.
[That damn bastard actually said I looked too cute, too perfect…] [To hell with his *beep beep beep beep beep beep*!] The narrator suddenly let out a roar of rage, followed by a string of censored profanities.
Obviously, the parallel-World Lin Qing was exploding with rage.
???
The real-World Lin Qing was also breaking out in a cold sweat.
He stared fixedly at the light and shadow screen, his teeth clenching and making a cracking sound.
Priest…
Priest?
“Holy crap!” Lin Qing couldn’t help but swear.
“What a shitty script!” He felt a surge of anger rush from the soles of his feet straight to the top of his head.
His fists were clenched tight, his nails sinking deep into his palms.
His parallel-World self was actually targeted for such an absurd reason?
Just because he looked cute?!
“My Heaven-Defying Evil God…” Veins popped on Lin Qing’s forehead.
“The parallel-World me couldn’t have been…
by this perverted Priest…” He really couldn’t say the words that followed.
Just imagining that scene made him feel physically unwell.
That was a body exactly like his!
Fortunately— The worst-case scenario didn’t seem to have happened.
[After realizing this old pervert’s insidious purpose, I showed weakness to the enemy.] In the image, the limp youth suddenly opened his eyes, a look of determination flashing through them.
[When he approached, I suddenly grabbed the fork on the table—] “Puchi!” The silver dining fork was ruthlessly plunged into Viscount Priest’s left eye!
Blood splattered!
“Aaaaaah!!!” The Viscount let out a shrill scream, clutching his eye and staggering back.
[But even so, I realized that as a Spirit Scholar without even a single spirit ring, I had no way to escape.] The youth struggled to climb up from the chair and stumbled toward the dining room’s floor-to-ceiling window.
Noisy footsteps came from the manor.
The guards were arriving.
[So, unwilling to be despoiled by that old pervert…
I chose to rush out the window.] The youth stood in front of the window, took one last look back, his eyes full of disgust and determination.
“Crash!” The sound of glass breaking was sharp and piercing.
A figure fell.
The screen stopped abruptly at this moment.
Falling into darkness.
[Just like that.] The narrator’s voice was terrifyingly calm.
[I died.]