Everyone in the sect has a script. I’m sure I don’t need to explain that.
Some of their scripts are ones I really, really don’t want.
Never mind that our master is a fool at heart but has a cold and aloof script.
Our eldest senior sister is a man in disguise, yet has the script of a lady-killer.
Our second senior brother is steady and reliable, yet has the script of a cold, expressionless person.
Our third senior brother is cruel and ruthless, yet has the script of someone who always gets revenge.
And those are only the regular members of the sect.
Don’t even get me started on the ones who aren’t around all the time.
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I thought our new junior brother might be a little more normal.
I had no idea he’d be the most abnormal one of all.
You call that an ordinary script?
A dragon in one hand, a phoenix in the other.
How am I, the one holding multiple scripts, supposed to feel?
Was I really just being too optimistic?
Well, I might as well accept it.
Not a single person in the sect can resist the allure of a script.
In the end, they all come around.
Including me.
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I have to admit it.
I thought I’d escaped, but then I looked at the transmigrate, System, and reborn scripts in my hands.
In the end, I came around too.
I started quietly wondering what other scripts I could take on next.
Theme: The true meaning of having multiple scripts is loving and being loved. The people who love me and the people I love are all safe and well. That’s all I need.
