SILVER-HAIRED - Chapter 115: As It Should Be

When Alex woke up, he discovered he had transmigrated into the body of the ultimate villain of a cultivation novel, the Saint Lord of the Hale Family.In the original story, he was nothing more than a tragic tool, existing solely to be exploited by an overpowered male protagonist. No matter how fearsome his cultivation or how supreme his authority, his fate was to endlessly hand over treasures, opportunities, and women, until he was finally discarded and destroyed.Among those women was Isolde.She was personally nurtured by Alex from childhood, raised with the vast resources of the Hale Family. Rare heavenly materials, divine techniques, priceless treasures, she lacked nothing. Cherished as the apple of his eye, she owed Alex and the Hale Family a debt beyond repayment.Yet all of that was overturned by a single bowl of plain porridge.Deceived by shallow warmth, Isolde ignored decades of kindness and willingly severed all ties with the Hale Family in order to join the male protagonist’s harem.That was only the beginning.Later in the novel, she personally assisted the male protagonist in killing Alex and participated in the complete annihilation of the Hale Family's elders, disciples, servants, and even newborn infants, none spared.When Alex first transmigrated, it was precisely at the moment this adulterous couple stood before him in open defiance.Emboldened by years of indulgence, Isolde confidently made her demand, certain that Alex would forgive her as he always had, no matter how grave her betrayal.But this time, the ending changed.Alex spoke calmly, decisively and ruthlessly:“You may leave, but leave behind the Seven Orifices Divine Heart your family bestowed upon you.”

Jianjing was reborn into a parallel world and became a genius novelist.Or rather, the soon-to-be deceased young genius novelist…[System Warning]: You committed su*cide, estimated time of death in 10 minutes.[Mandatory Mission]: Escape from the enclosed room.[Reward and Punishment]: Successful escape means the author continues the story, failure means the story is abandoned.Jianjing: WTF?!System: This is just the beginning, face the storm ahead!Jianjing’s view of herself: An ordinary bestselling novelist.Others’ view of her: “Novelist Detective”, “Honorable Citizen for Bravery and Justice”, “Police Consultant”, “Surprise Guest for Horror House Shows”, “Human Representative Against Unknown Creatures”…

She is the eldest daughter of the Zanying family, born noble, beautiful and beautiful, with a peerless appearance;

In the last life, she gave everything she had to help him win the world, but in return she got all her family killed;

In the last life, the person who killed her ascended to the throne of the phoenix, the mother of the world, the honor and wealth, but she was imprisoned in the cold palace and suffered all kinds of humiliation;

Reborn in elementary school, she is no longer a pawn at the mercy of others, she is the best in the world in medical skills, and she has a delicate heart to plan and plan the world;

In this life, she wants to protect her dear ones, to avenge her revenge, and to avenge her grudges;

In this life, she wants that young man who rides his horse and sings lightly, regardless of sword, light or sword, to live a long and safe life!

...[Inside an underground basement]“You are going to die for nothing, hahahaha,” the old man's voice thundered through the room, sending chills down my spine.Step.With a swift and ruthless motion, he lunged forward, his sword slicing through the air and slashing my throat, crimson droplets staining the darkness.“We'll see,” I whispered defiantly, my final words escaping as a mere breath against the impending darkness.Slowly, inexorably, my consciousness slipped away, and I descended into a deep, unfathomable slumber.“Huh!?” My eyes fluttered open, and I found myself seated in a bustling tavern, the air thick with laughter and the clinking of glasses.In front of me stood a captivating lady, her beauty juxtaposed with an angry furrow upon her brow, threatening to shatter the harmony of the jovial scene.“Don't follow me around!” Her words pierced the air like shards of ice, the intensity of her emotions palpable as she cast a resentful glare in my direction, before swiftly departing from the tavern....Am I trapped within the confines of a game? The fragments of my shattered common sense scattered before me, leaving me to question the very fabric of my reality.