Reborn as a scrawny eight-year-old kid on a low-level planet, with no parents, Lu Jinglan nervously scavenged for trash everywhere to keep himself alive.
More than ten years passed in a flash before he realized that he seemed to have landed in a serialized, melodramatic, wish-fulfillment interstellar novel he'd once read. He even had a distant cousin, someone he'd never met and whose blood relation was so distant it barely registered, who was the novel's protagonist.
He himself was just a minor character who might not even get a single line in the novel.
Having worked himself to death in his previous life, Lu Jinglan was now committed to living a carefree, health-conscious life. This was just perfect!
It had been so long that he only remembered a little of the novel's plot. Judging by the trending searches on the Star Network, the story basically went like this:
His cousin was pursued by a royal prince who held absolute power, a business tycoon who controlled the lifeblood of wealth, and a God of War general known as the Lord of Victory on the battlefield against the Zerg. They chased, he ran, they chased again, and he couldn't escape even if he grew wings. What a delightful tale.
And while his cousin was "running for his life," he would also drag his frail human body around and gradually meet an aloof elf prince who had come from another star system to unwind, a black dragon pirate leader who robbed civilian spacecraft, and the long-missing King of the Merfolk, who had lost his memory.
The novel hadn't finished when Lu Jinglan arrived in this world. Now he had the chance to watch the plot play out in real life. What a wonderful surprise.
[Shocking! What exactly is a notorious pirate group doing by piloting an entire fleet of mechs into the Capital Star?]
Lu Jinglan glanced at the headline of the latest trending search that had just appeared, then calmly and slowly took a sip of the hot tea he'd been holding for ages.
He had to admit, life as a carefree bystander was much more comfortable than life as the protagonist.
Maybe Heaven thought he was living a little too comfortably.
One fine, sunny day, Lu Jinglan was holding his tea and reaching for a pastry, ready to enjoy the peaceful, uneventful afternoon tea he'd planned.
Suddenly, a series of violent impacts and explosions sounded behind him. With a half-eaten pastry stuffed in his mouth, Lu Jinglan stared blankly toward the noise.
Right then, his distant cousin, whom he'd only ever seen in photos and videos, staggered in while leaning on the wall. Even though ash and dust clung to his face, his beautiful features still looked stunningly alluring.
Lu Jinglan: Gulp! (Suddenly choking)
Help me, help me, help me!
Aaaah, leave me alone! I don't want to be shot to pieces, dismembered in space, turned into fertilizer, or soaked in liquor to feed the fish! Waaah!
Mu Siming's pale face looked seven or eight parts like Lu Jinglan's. Under Lu Jinglan's nearly frozen gaze, he gave him a gentle smile, rolled his eyes, and passed out in plain sight.
Lu Jinglan: Eyes widened in shock
Theme: Even in the darkness, keep striving to shine with your own light.
