Tragedy For All

These large and dazzling eyes were currently covered with a layer of watery mist, looking at Ling Yan with a pitiful expression.

"Boss, don't look at me like that."

Ling Yan raised an eyebrow: "'Follow the plot'? 'Only one method'? 'Do what you have to do'? Hmm?"

Mei fawned over Ling Yan, its round head nuzzling against Ling Yan's trouser leg: "Boss, wasn't it because I saw you also quite liked that General? And he is indeed good-looking. The plot demanded it!"

Seeing that Ling Yan was about to erupt, Mei immediately changed its tone: "I know, I know. You wanted a relatively hidden place, you must want to understand the plot, right? Here, this is the novel, please take a look!"

To save its own skin, Mei immediately conjured up the novel "The Dynasty Of Flesh" within the space.

"The Dynasty Of Flesh" was written by a well-known erotic novel author in the galaxy—Wave God Possessed.

Ling Yan brought out the patience he usually used for reading reports, scanning ten lines at a time, and quickly grasped the main points of the novel.

He finally understood the question that had been bothering him since just now.

That was the exact meaning of "danmei erotic novel."

Not long after he started reading, Ling Yan suddenly frowned deeply.

Mei, who was connected to his mind, immediately knew which part of the plot he had reached and asked: "Boss, you noticed?"

Ling Yan's fingers rubbed his lower lip. His eyes darkened, and his voice was low: "In the next chapter, Mu Yuan dies?"

According to Mei's explanation, Ling Yan had transmigrated into an unfinished novel.

The original author, Wave God Possessed, had written over a hundred thousand words before the system at the time detected too much explicit content and locked the entire text.

In the end, the author didn't make many changes. Instead, they simply abandoned the story, giving everyone a tragic ending.

Ling Yan, having read up to chapter thirty-something, discovered that the male protagonist of "To the Realm of Flesh," the Guardian General Mu Yuan of the Xingling Kingdom, had actually died.

He didn't understand.

Seeing Mu Yuan's death and the nationwide grief that followed, Ling Yan lost the mood to continue reading. He gave Mei a look, posing his questions.

Why did this unfinished novel have its main character, the important General Mu Yuan, die in just thirty-something chapters, while the entire text still had over three hundred chapters remaining?

Why did the original author abandon the story after only a hundred thousand words, yet this text, marked as complete, had nearly two million words?

Why was this text, which had already been locked by the system, still available to read?

Mei swallowed, thinking that his boss was indeed the captain of the star police team; his questions were right to the point.

Mei continued to explain in detail.

"Boss, the core of these three questions you raised in your head is related to the intelligent reading system we are currently in. When we first entered the world of 'To the Realm of Flesh,' I tried to match and connect with this system, but I was ruthlessly rejected each time."

"Oh?"

Ling Yan's expression was indifferent.

Mei nodded its small head vigorously, continuing, "Not only did it refuse my access, but its attitude was also forceful and very unwelcoming to us. So, I went to investigate its background."

Ling Yan glanced sideways at Mei, the corner of his lips curving slightly.

Having followed Ling Yan for many years, Mei's senses were equally sharp, and it quickly discovered the system's issue.

"This should be a reading system that's good at pirating novels and has obsessive-compulsive disorder. The pirated novels are all neatly arranged with four-character titles, each with exactly two million words, and all marked as complete, tsk tsk tsk." Mei smacked its lips, expressing its disapproval.

"So?" Ling Yan looked at it.

Mei stopped being coy and quickly stated the key point.

"So, it couldn't tolerate having a novel in its system with only a mere thirty-something thousand words. I looked at the subsequent plot of our book, and this system actually pieced together large chunks of chapters from other books to make up the word count, forcibly completing this novel!"

Ling Yan fell into thought.

Seeing that Ling Yan wasn't speaking, Mei felt uncertain and asked: "Boss? The reading system refuses to communicate with us. What... do you plan to do?"

Ling Yan's fingers rubbed his lower lip.

Could it be that while the entire Prison Star was celebrating, someone secretly entered the official system to open this pirated reading system to read novels?

Even if they didn't like work, they shouldn't slack off like this, right? Could novels really be this captivating?

The immediate priority was to find a way out of this book world.

He lowered his eyes, looking at Mei's seven-colored eyes, and gave his strategy.

"It doesn't matter. The easiest way to deal with obsessive-compulsive disorder is to make it actively come looking for us."

After Ling Yan finished speaking, he automatically deactivated stealth mode.

The sky outside the cave had already brightened, and the wind and snow had stopped.

He walked two steps to the cave entrance, his gaze looking north.

They were currently on Snowgate Island, the southernmost tip of the Xingling Kingdom. The island's environment was harsh, and it was frequently plagued by alien beasts.

Mu Yuan, who had always been deeply loved by the people, had been stationed here long-term as the Guardian General.

However, precisely because of the author's abandonment of the story, the plot took a sharp turn.

King Qi Lin of the Xingling Kingdom, incited by treacherous individuals and fearing Mu Yuan's growing power, sent the Imperial Advisor under the guise of inspecting the island and delivering supplies to the Mu family army, secretly intending to assassinate Mu Yuan.

And this Imperial Advisor was no good either. He had always coveted Mu Yuan's beauty and, taking advantage of his unguarded state, drugged him with the Fallen Immortal Powder and then took advantage of him.

According to the subsequent plot, the weakened Mu Yuan was eventually stabbed by the sharp claws of an alien beast, dying from excessive blood loss.

As Ling Yan finished his analysis, suddenly, an extremely peculiar and sharp cry echoed through the clouds.

Chirp...chirp...crack!

His eyes narrowed sharply—

The plot was progressing this quickly?

The alien beast that would kill Mu Yuan had arrived!