I traveled back in time to a novel about the revenge and rise of a slave boy in an imaginary barbaric era. I was coerced by the system to help the male protagonist awaken his superpowers, unify the world, overthrow the old and dilapidated world, create a new era of civilization, and regain the throne of spiritual master.
Just me?
Yes, just me.
Because the little brother who died while blocking the sword for him, Qingmei who was forced to sacrifice herself to others, and even the soul-stricken spirit sword! Yes! I!
The eternal assists in this kind of vulgar upgraded revenge and scumbag novel: the male protagonist's loyal dog and little brother, the gentle and affectionate first love that died young, and the companion spirit sword that will only know one owner forever, it is my turn to bear the blame.
She also has to accompany the male protagonist through various experience scripts in various dungeons, including but not limited to the Animal World script, the Fight for Hegemony continent script, and the sadomasochistic love script...
For three shifts with one salary, the capitalists will hand you tea. This is oppression! Exploit employees!
I still have to be pressured to act with respect to the original character, and I can live or die as I deserve.
It's not OOC yet. It's just a childhood sweetheart who is considerate and gentle, and the Spirit Sword who plays his true character. If you let a weak and cowardly Tucao Tiaobi play the role of the taciturn but loyal dog's younger brother, then I'll be the "dog", right? I want to protest! I want to go on strike!
System: The protest is invalid.
It's dark, it's dark, the male protagonist is completely dark!
I escaped three times and was finally caught. I succeeded in driving the protagonist's already unstable mental state crazy, haha.
I couldn't laugh anymore.
Because the devilish male protagonist held my fragile neck in his mouth like a prairie wolf locking up its prey, rubbed and bit the skin on the arteries with his canine teeth, and asked sinisterly: "Do you still want to die? I can help you."
Me: (T_T) I can't die anymore. I was caught. Male protagonist, please listen to my explanation. I really didn't mean it. Do you believe me when I say I did it for your own good? Please let me go.
The overall tone: relaxed, funny, sad and happy
Third person, who is the subject of complaints and talks a lot.
On the surface, there is no emotion, but in reality, he is paranoid and sinister.
Intention: Only you are by my side, accompanying me slowly and having support for a long distance
