When Lu Qing woke up, she had somehow transmigrated into a novel called The System for Having Children Through Transmigration.
An ordinary female from another world, transported to the beast world, she went from wanting nothing more than to build a commercial empire to fighting for the freedom to survive. She had seen the blackened parasol tree god, charred like a tomb, and heard the lies woven by the Priest's Tower under the name of "divine revelation." Then the Beast God's Feather in Ruan Mengmeng's palm lit up, a child's smile split the charred trunk, and a mind network stretching from one horizon to the other suddenly spread through everyone's consciousness.
Bubbles appeared one after another on the group chat's luminous screen:
- Gu Yu's silvery white hair swept across the screen, while his sharp-tongued message hid the awkward sentiment, "Don't die before I do.";
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- Ting Su's moon-white hair fell loose. Beneath his gentle words lay the cold glint of a move he'd been waiting ten years to make;
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- Yue Han's platinum antlers quivered. His gentle bubble held just two words, "I'm here," but they were more resolute than anyone else's;
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- Beneath Xiao's short brown-black hair, his golden feather trembled. Hidden away, he wistfully stroked a broken arrow, swallowing the words "I like you" before they could leave his heart.
When news that Sen Huan had been controlled exploded in Ruan Mengmeng's group chat, and Ruan Mengmeng trembled as she clutched the core of the woven network, Lu Qing placed a hand on her shoulder.
"What are you afraid of?" Her fingertips brushed the hideous scar on her face, her gaze sharper than a golden-feathered arrow. "We've already woven the net. Are you still afraid we can't pull someone back?"
And so the one who would break the deadlock took the sharpest blade to the front, while the weaver gathered everyone's hearts from behind:
The white snake flicked out its tongue, venomous fangs tearing through the fog;
The fox laughed softly, baiting its trap;
The elk stamped its hooves, a soft cushion to catch the falling;
The city lord drew her bow, holding the line at the rear.
And Lu Qing had never intended to save anyone.
She wanted this wounded group to understand that the one who breaks the deadlock is never a lone hero. It's the light of a group of people who, even across a screen, are willing to press "send" for each other.
Theme: Transmigrate into a book set in the beast world and break free from a predetermined fate through the strength of an ensemble cast
