Domestic Zone: You already have a system, why join a chat group?

Chapter 113 Lu Mingfei: What protagonist is so pathetic?

Chapter 113 Lu Mingfei: What protagonist is so pathetic?

[Chat group notification: Lü Guichen Asule Pasur, Klein Moretti, and Xu Qi'an have joined the chat group]

Inside the tent, Xiao Yan stared at the prompt, a strange expression appearing on his face.

"This name—" He looked up at Russell, a hint of surprise in his voice: "Foreigner? Has this chat group finally gone international and started taking a global approach?"

"Uh—" Russell glanced at the three names and shook his head: "Strictly speaking, they are actually still from the domestic region."

Meanwhile, in the Great Feng world.

The city of Beijing was brightly lit at night. Xu Qi'an had just moved into his new home and was enjoying a rare moment of leisure on his newly made bed.

Now he is, after all, an official of the imperial court. Although this house is not particularly grand, it is still a three-courtyard house. He finally has his own room, and it is also close to the night watchman's office, so he lives comfortably.

【Ding】

A crisp notification sound suddenly rang in my mind.

Xu Qi'an was jolted awake and almost jumped out of bed.

What is that?

He stared wide-eyed at the semi-transparent light screen that suddenly appeared before him, displaying a system notification that he had joined something called the All-Heavens Chat Group.

Xu Qi'an: "?"

Come again?

Didn't he already have a chat group for the Heaven and Earth Society?

How come another group has popped up, and it seems so intelligent—

While he was still confused, he saw someone who seemed to be the group owner upload three files to the group: "Novoland: Eagle Flag", "Lord of Mysteries", and "The Great Feng Night Watchman".

Xu Qi'an's gaze fell on the third filename, and he fell silent.

The references to both the Great Feng and the night watchman are incredibly clear.

He is a modern man who has experienced the information explosion era. Although he has not read many novels in the chat group genre, he has at least heard of them.

He understood what this thing meant at a glance and reacted instantly.

So—am I a two-dimensional character?

The thought flashed through Xu Qi'an's mind, but he quickly dismissed it.

So what if he's a two-dimensional character? Even if he's a two-dimensional character, he's still the main character!

He now holds an official position, has money in hand, and can even enjoy music in brothels when he has nothing to do. He lives a very comfortable life. Not to mention that he now has a magical tool like a chat group. Looking at the names Xiao Yan and Ye Fan in the group member list, he feels a great sense of security.

The world of Lord of Mysteries.

Above the Source Castle, gray mist lingered.

At the end of the bronze table, a figure shrouded in gray mist sat quietly on a high-backed chair.

Today is the day of the Tarot Club meeting.

Opposite Mr. Fool, Audrey and Alger sat upright, conducting their routine transaction and information exchange.

The girl's voice was clear and melodious, and Alger's response was deep and respectful. Everything was as usual, harmonious and orderly.

A mechanical voice he had never heard before suddenly rang in Klein's mind, and then a sci-fi screen that was completely out of place with the style of the Source Castle appeared in front of him.

His heart skipped a beat, and his body involuntarily leaned forward slightly. The movement was extremely subtle, but it was quite noticeable to Audrey and Alger, who had been watching Mr. Fool closely.

The two stopped talking almost simultaneously, their gazes falling on the figure shrouded in gray mist at the end of the long table, waiting for Mr. Fool to speak, their hearts filled with trepidation.

broken----

Klein noticed their gazes and his lips twitched slightly.

He's the Fool now, and his subconscious reaction just now must have seemed like something incredibly serious to these two. If he doesn't give a reasonable explanation, they'll probably start making up all sorts of nonsense.

Well, we still need to say something to dispel their doubts first.

"hehe."

From within the gray fog, the distant and lofty figure let out a soft laugh, its tone carrying a hint of joy and a touch of感慨, as if it had encountered something to be happy about.

"Don't worry about it."

His voice echoed through the castle, deep and resonant.

"The melody of the ancient era has finally resounded again in this era, melodious and beautiful."

He paused, his gaze sweeping over the two figures at either end of the bronze table, and said calmly, "You may continue."

After saying that, he returned to his original state of blending into the gray mist behind him and remained silent.

Audrey and Alger exchanged a glance, both seeing uncontrollable shock in each other's eyes.

A melody from an ancient era?

What was that? Was it the awakening of some hidden being? Or some kind of omen that only the gods could understand?

A storm raged within them, but they dared not ask another question. They could only suppress their doubts and continue their interrupted conversation.

Meanwhile, Mr. Fool at the end of the Source Castle appeared calm on the surface, but his heart was in a completely different state of mind.

Is this group the kind of group he understands?

Klein felt a strange sense of unease.

To be honest, he could hardly believe what was happening before his eyes.

He has come into contact with the extraordinary aspects of this world and knows firsthand how deep the waters of this world run.

He couldn't be sure if this scene was an illusion orchestrated for him by some unspeakable being.

The problem is that he's already at Source Castle, his most fundamental reliance, and what he considers his safest place. If he can't avoid being manipulated even here—

Klein paused for a moment, then made a very Klein-esque decision—to lie down.

If that's the case, then he's out of options.

Accept your fate peacefully.

The world of Novoland: Eagle Flag, the Kingdom of Lower Tang.

The night was deep, and moonlight streamed in through the window, casting dappled shadows on the floor.

Lu Guichen Asule Pasur was lying on the bed, fast asleep.

It was the same system notification sound again.

Asule suddenly opened his eyes, grabbed the short knife beside his pillow, and sat up like a startled beast, scanning his surroundings warily.

nobody.

There was nothing there.

Only a glowing, illusory screen floated before his eyes.

"

Asule was stunned.

He used his limited knowledge to try to understand everything that was happening before his eyes.

Asule: "?"

He rubbed his eyes.

The screen is still there.

He rubbed it again.

The screen is still there.

What is this?

Asule thought about it for a long time.

Then he understood.

This is a miracle!

Asule took a deep breath, a sense of awe welling up in his heart. He quickly sat up and, imitating the way the elders of the Qingyang tribe performed their sacrifices, respectfully began to recite in his heart.

Asule: "By the Pan Da Heavenly God, Lü Guichen Asule Pasur listens to your will."

This was a voice message. Hearing his devout and earnest tone, the group fell silent for a moment.

Lu Mingfei: "It's a rare find—a native protagonist!"

The presence of an indigenous protagonist signifies the author's strong writing skills.

Anyone who has read novels knows why the protagonists of novels nowadays are either transmigrators or reincarnated individuals.

There is only one reason for this: the author lacked the writing skills to depict the process of the indigenous protagonist gradually growing from nothing.

This leads to another issue: any work featuring an indigenous protagonist who is extremely famous is bound to be a masterpiece!

Russell: "Asule, there's no need to be so serious. Take a look at the group announcement first and find out what's going on."

Asule: "Okay."

On the other side, Lu Mingfei was skimming through the text of "Novoland: Eagle Flag" at lightning speed, his brows furrowing more and more tightly.

-

Finally, he couldn't hold back any longer.

What are all these things?

Does this author have some kind of mental illness? It feels like they have a grudge against the protagonist!

How can a protagonist be so pathetic?

Most importantly, he repeatedly flipped to the last chapter and then back several pages to make sure he hadn't missed anything.

No. Really, no.

The story was at a crucial point when it abruptly ended, as if someone had severed its neck with a single blow.

Lu Mingfei: "@Russell, Brother Luo, why does it feel like Novoland: Eagle Flag isn't finished yet?"

Russell: "It's not a feeling, it's just that it's not finished."

Very good, child, you've finally found the key point.

Xiao Yan: "So this novel has been discontinued?"

He paused for a second, then realized what he meant: "Hiss—it's not even finished yet, but it's already a bestseller. Why does this feel so familiar?"

Lu Mingfei: "Uh...no way..."

He quickly turned to the title page and his eyes fell on the author's name.

Then he stopped talking.

Very good. It really was him.

Lu Mingfei: "Wait, doesn't this guy have a single completed book?"

Russell: "Yes, there are, but it seems there are only two."

Suddenly, Lu Mingfei really wanted to take a trip to Russell's world.

Because he suddenly thought of a way to solve all the problems at their source.

He planned to personally talk to that Jiangnan man; he had some questions he wanted to consult him about.

On the other side, Xu Qi'an, Klein, and Asule had each briefly read their own biographies.

Given their current level of spiritual awareness, it would be impossible for them to read through the entire text in such a short time, so they only glanced at it briefly.

For example, the initial setup, the events that will happen now and in the near future, and the ending.

That's enough for them.

Xu Qi'an: "It's a perfect storyline, I'm very satisfied."

He grinned, his teeth practically disappearing from his eyes.

What is a God of War? He is a God of War!

Who says a happy ending is bad? He wanted a happy ending, he wanted a fulfilling life, he wanted a warm home with his wife and kids!

This script is a complete disaster!

Klein: "Please allow me to refuse."

His tone was calm, but inside he was screaming wildly.

He couldn't understand why the other main characters could show off as they pleased, but he became Amon's toy.

Or maybe we should just surrender and take this opportunity to go to other worlds with Melissa and Benson.

Rubbing his eyes, Klein smiled wryly and erased the unrealistic idea from his mind.

Leaving aside whether Melissa and Benson could adapt to other worlds, just considering himself, if he were to choose between taking on his responsibilities to fight against the past and abandoning everything and leaving, he would choose the former without hesitation.

This damn empathy and sense of justice—

With a self-deprecating laugh, Klein posted in the group chat: "Is there a way to quickly regain my former self in thirty days without any side effects? I need it urgently."

Ye Fan: "Hmm, if I put on my monocle right now—"

Klein: "Bro, stop it—"

Zhong Li: "————"

Russell asked curiously, "Your Majesty, has something happened?"

Zhong Li: "I just suddenly remembered something that you guys have overlooked."

Zhong Li: "According to the setting of Lord of Mysteries, knowledge itself is a form of pollution. So, has Klein, who knows the truth, already attracted the attention of certain beings?"

Klein: "————"

Above the gray fog, Klein froze upon seeing those words, cold sweat beading on his forehead.

Holy crap! He actually forgot about this crucial thing!

He is now incredibly glad he made the decision to open the chat group on Source Castle.

If you die because you know your own storyline, the demise of your body and soul is unimportant; dying in the Myriad Realms Society is the only true death.

Klein: "Help! Help!"

Lu Mingfei: "That depends on our 'Brother Hang' (referring to a character in a TV series), @Russell, Brother Luo, set an example for him."

"Brother Gua?" Xu Qi'an stared at Lu Mingfei's words, his eyes narrowing. His professional habits from before and after his transmigration made him subconsciously start to deduce.

Based on his years of experience reading novels, Bertrand Russell, who had no original novels yet was knowledgeable about all other world novels, should be the main character in their chat group.

As the protagonist, he must possess something that ordinary people don't have, and Lu Mingfei calls him "Cheater Bro" —

Xu Qi'an: "Don't tell me you have a system."

Russell: "As expected of Xu Yinluo, he is indeed clever."

Xu Qi'an: "————"

Baton!

What else is there to say? Just watch him show off.

Russell: "But just to be safe, you should come over here first. We're all with Xiao Fan right now."

.

The number of time travels each group member has is fixed and refreshes at the same time. It will be reset in a few months, so why not use it?

This suggestion naturally received unanimous approval from the group members.

On the pavilion atop Wuji Peak in Kongsang Mountain, Zhongli put down his teacup. The tea was warm, and its lingering fragrance was still fresh. "If that's the case," he said, "let's use me as our anchor point for now."

Russell: "I think it's a good idea."

As expected of Zhongli, whether in the game or in real life, whenever something happens, his words are always reassuring.

Xu Qi'an: "Then I'm coming."

Klein: "Understood."

Asule: "Okay."

Of the three, Xu Qi'an was there for the trip and to curry favor with powerful figures, Klein was there to save his own life, while Asule had no other intentions whatsoever.

He simply felt that friends should be honest with each other, and since there was a feasible method and enough time, meeting up was the most normal thing to do.

In the pavilion, Zhongli stood up.

He stood with his hands behind his back, gazing at the distant, layered mountains. The next moment, he raised his right hand, clenched it in the air, and rock element condensed, flowed, and took shape in his palm.

He held a long, golden spear with sharp, angular edges firmly in his hand.

"As stable as a rock."

A deep, steady voice came from his mouth as he plunged the rock elemental spear into the bluestone slab.

"boom--!"

The moment the gun hit the ground, the entire Wuji Peak trembled slightly.

Immediately afterwards, square rock ridges rose from the foot of the mountain, surrounding Wuji Peak in a staggered and harmonious manner, echoing each other to form a mysterious formation.

Golden runes flowed and shone on the rocky ridge.

The moment the last rock ridge rose, all the runes lit up simultaneously, and brilliant golden light shot into the sky from each rock ridge, converging and resonating in mid-air to form a huge jade shield that enveloped the entire Wuji Peak.

The shield is covered with flowing rock patterns, making it indestructible.