《Bingge's Story-Shifting System (SVSSS Bingge x Shizun)》Chapter 15: Lost in the Land of Tender, Found in the Depths of Despair
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Land of the Tender is one of the most common xianxia cliches, and who wrote this goddamn book?
The King of Cliches himself, Airplane Shooting Towards the Sky! Of course it's gotta be here too! More opportunities to make the protagonist horny and get it on with a girl while saving her and adding cool points!
"Damn you, Airplane-bro! May your airplane never shoot anything, along with all your 18 generations!" Shen Qingqiu cursed.
Though he had to admit, his version of the Land of the Tender isn't as audacious or perverted as he thought. He could have made it like a poisonous flowering plant that turns into sexy naked women who feeds on your life force, but no. He made it an actual 'land', thank goodness.
In Proud Immortal Demon Way, The Land of the Tender is a secret underground palace that used to be the home of an old emperor's harem. The empress was angered by the sounds of his husband doing it all day with different women and so she... castrated him. And also killed all the lovely girls. And burned the whole place down.
Talk about a savage queen!
Now, the souls of the women and the emperor d*ck transformed the ruins into a conscious entity, that moves itself and trap innocent travelers from time to time. In the middle of the 'land' was a staff, and it is the only way to escape. But it was also a bait because the place is a fucking minefield of aphrodisiac traps! And it feeds on your spiritual energy too the more you're injured!
In these past three days, Shen Qingqiu survived 43 hallucination darts, narrowly avoided a kinky bear trap, and lost all of his spiritual energy to even swing his sword.
If this was an RPG dungeon crawl, he would have been in Level 5 out of 30 and already in low HP.
The effects of the aphrodisiac is starting to overcome him, making it hot and unbearable to move. This is worse than being drunk for 15 bottles, he could only pinch himself to stay conscious.
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He doesn't want to die here. His last moments being succumbed in a wet dream filled with naked girls until he suddenly he lose his breath? No, thank you. Let stallion protagonists have that honor.
But this was his life ever since he got into this mess. If only Binghe was around, it wouldn't be so bad..
"Shizun." He could almost hear his voice.
No, not just that. He can see his face.
Luo Binghe took him in his arms and carried him bridal style, covering him from the life-sucking projectiles of the next level trap room. He could almost see the throne room holding the staff.
This must be his hallucination then.
Luo Binghe supported him to sit at the edge of the throne room, comforting him and embracing him, telling him he is safe now. He kissed him, slowly... delicately... passing spiritual energy every time their lips touched.
This is too real to be a hallucination!
"Binghe, you're back." He held his hands as the kiss went deeper, his body weak yet not willing to let go.
As he traced Binghe's face, he felt wet, hot tears.
"It hurts..." He sobbed yet continue passing energy through kisses. "It hurts, Shizun..."
"Then don't pass energy anymore. I'll be alright." He lifted the young disciple's chin and smiled sweetly.
"No, it's not that..." He passed another wave of energy despite being injured himself. "I'm so happy I met you, but I wish I never had at all. Then it wouldn't hurt this much..."
"Binghe..." He held Shen Qingqiu like he was scared that he might disappear, but also scared he might not stop his emotions from overflowing if he keeps hugging him.
"I want to stay with you. I wish I never knew you. I want to forget you, but I can't." He cried, but it was a devastated man's cry, someone who had been strong and unstoppable for a long time and unable to bear all the things he bottled up inside. He was shaking, yet gave more and more, as if emptying his own soul, to the point of even destroying his own core.
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"Binghe, stop it." Shen Qingqiu pushed him away, but Bingge kissed him again to pass all of himself to his master. "If you keep doing that, you'll---"
"It's better off if I die. I don't deserve you. I don't deserve this reality of you being so good to me." His hands are starting to become numb, until it reach up to his arms. "So, I'm going to save you as a thanks for everything. It hurts because..."
His gave his last strength into a frail kiss on his Shizun's forehead. "I'm not the Binghe you love."
"What are you saying?" Shen Qingqiu's eyes watered. "We have to go outside using the staff, quick! There still must be time---"
Bingge remembered what the god voice said when he transported to this world. Maybe Shen Qingqiu would understand.
[Warning: Revealing the truth would result to total death.]
I'm dying anyway, what's the point? Knowing that I died giving my life to him is enough, he deserves to know the truth.
[There's no turning back to this option, are you sure you want to proceed?"
Of course.
With a heavy breath, he smiled lightly. "I'm not the Luo Binghe of this world. I am... the Luo Binghe... of Proud Immortal Demon Way."
And he closed his eyes.
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Proud Immortal Demon Way....
"What?!" Shen Qingqiu shook the lifeless Luo Binghe in his arms. "How did you know that?! What's going on!? Binghe, wake up! Come back!"
Proud Immortal Demon Way 1.0... The original story? Is that what he means?! What in the world is going on....
That would mean...
He's the original Luo Binghe... and he transmigrated.
Is that possible?!
He suddenly remembered to call out the system.
"System! Explain this to me!" He called out. "Who is this that I'm holding right now?!"
[ Proud Immortal Demon Way 1.0 Luo Binghe, code name 'Bingge'. The stallion novel protagonist with 600 wives, right after he became the overlord after joining the Human Realm and the Demon Realm.]
"Why is he here? How did he get here?"
[Information Confidential. ]
"Fuck that confidential. Is he really... dead?"
[Checking with other servers....]
It made a small ding!
[Status: Deceased]
"Hah..." He stared at the one called Bingge, exactly the same face as his own Binghe, but he only now noticed the stubborn numbness and seriousness of his face. His Binghe was softer, like a child with innocence, crying all the time. Why did he just notice?
Still, Bingge or Bingmei doesn't matter. He lost him again.
"Can't I do anything to bring him back?"
[If he makes a deal with his server, rebirth option is possible.]
Shen Qingqiu realized the meaning of the system's words.
"He have a system too?!"
That annoying system that gives missions and compute B-points all the time, even the stallion protagonist who transmigrated have that too?
Then what was his main objective for being here? Why hadn't he killed Shen Qingqiu yet?
Shen Qingqiu then reanalyzed everything he said just now.
It makes sense. So this 'Bingge' was avoiding him...
... because he fell in love with him.
"Binghe! Wake up! Exchange your points to be reincarnated again! I won't forgive you if you don't, okay!" He shook the body again and again. "Even if you weren't my Binghe, the Binghe that I know, the Binghe that I love..."
"Please come back."
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