Chapter 2.2 : Was the Original Host a Ninja Turtle—or the Reincarnation of a Dragon King Son-in-Law? (Part 2)
They were filled with regret. In a fit of anger, they drove away the green-tea junior disciple / fake younger brother, and continued living on, bearing the pain of remorse…
Now, the Dao of Heaven is desperately resisting the other two world consciousnesses. Having exhausted the last of its power, it summoned a system—and then pulled Tang Qingmo from another world to transmigrate here!
The moment Tang Qingmo arrived was precisely the time when the original host had been expelled from the martial arts academy and had been taken back by the Tang family—for the third month…
After reading through the memory fragments, Tang Qingmo:
...
What kind of sick nonsense is this?!
He directly questioned the system:
[What kind of constitution did the original host have to run into so many top-tier trash people? And what was he, some kind of Ninja Turtle?]
He was bullied to this extent and still endured it?
Was he the reincarnation of some "Dragon King son-in-law"?!
Under Tang Qingmo's sharp, oppressive aura, the system replied timidly:
[Maybe… the original host longed for familial affection…]
[Familial affection?] Tang Qingmo frowned.
[Affection has to be mutual. One-sided giving doesn't count as affection—it only makes you a sucker!]
Not to mention that, in the memories, those senior sisters and biological sisters had repeatedly bullied, framed, and beaten the original host for the sake of the junior disciple / fake young master.
That was already violence.
That was domestic abuse.
[Domestic abuse only has zero times or countless times. The original host didn't want to give up because of sunk-cost fallacy, so he kept self-PUA-ing himself.]
As he spoke, Tang Qingmo swung his hand like he was tossing out trash, slapping the face of Tang Feifei, who was still lying unconscious on the ground.
[If it were me, I would've given them up the very first time they tried to use violence.]
The system was a little surprised:
[Host, why do you think that way?]
[Because I grew up being abused.]
System: ...
Tang Qingmo let out a light breath and changed the subject:
[Alright, system. Get to the point.]
[What kind of cheat abilities do you have? And how can I go back?]
Although Tang Qingmo's tone was calm, his heart was filled with concern for his family and subordinates.
The system didn't beat around the bush:
[Host, I am a lottery system. As long as you collect regret points from people related to the original host, you can draw once for every 1,000 points!]
[The more regret points you collect, the more this system can convert them into power and transmit it to the Dao of Heaven. Once the Dao of Heaven defeats those two world consciousnesses, it can send you back!]
As it finished speaking, a prize list appeared directly in Tang Qingmo's mind.
Money, pills, bizarre items—everything imaginable was there!
[As a bonus, when you return, the Dao of Heaven can grant you two wishes!]
Wishes… huh?
[What is it, host?]
[Nothing. Besides the lottery, what other functions do you have?] Tang Qingmo asked calmly.
[Although my main service is providing lottery draws, I'm also an all-knowing guide of this world! Anything you want to know, you can ask this system!]
[And to compensate you, the Dao of Heaven has transmitted martial arts manuals suitable for your cultivation. As long as you master even one of them, you'll get three lottery draws!]
This was a high-martial world where spiritual energy had revived—there were bound to be all kinds of martial arts manuals!
The system added proudly:
[Host, please rest assured. While you're cultivating, this system will open a cultivation space for you. While you train, time in the outside world will be completely frozen!]