The bizarre, blood-red ink flickering on the notebook left Han Mo in a state of deep uncertainty.
He was stunned that his gamble had paid off—this notebook actually held a way to resolve the death trap he faced today. Yet, he was skeptical; it seemed that to break the deadlock, he had to complete some sort of "main storyline."
*Junior Brother’s Ntr?*
What was this supposed to mean? As a pure-love warrior, Han Mo didn’t grasp it at first. After a long moment, it dawned on him: wasn’t this just a classic NTR plot? He vaguely recalled his days in university, when a warm-hearted roommate had shared some "mysterious educational materials" with him—tales of neighbors taking out the trash, husbands getting drunk while kind male colleagues escorted wives home, or foreign students pleading for a place to stay...
Wait, this wretched notebook! "Complete the main storyline"—it couldn’t mean I have to… fulfill the role of the NTR villain, could it? Trust an adult-oriented cultivation game to have such a fresh and refined walkthrough.
In an instant, Han Mo had guessed the situation with chilling accuracy. Yet, he felt this strategy was complete nonsense. Although he was a pure-love warrior, that was merely a hobby; he knew full well whether his life or his hobby mattered more. He could disregard the psychological aversion to being an NTR villain.
However, according to the game’s plot, when the main character arrived at the door, nothing had actually happened yet between Han Mo and Murong Ying. Yet, the guy wouldn't listen to reason, immediately branded him a "lecherous thief," and hacked him into eight pieces. If the antagonist was that ruthless before anything had even happened, what would occur if he actually did something?
There was a saying: death comes sooner or later, so you might as well enjoy yourself before you go. But Han Mo didn't want to die. If this "Junior Brother’s NTR" scenario was truly viable, he would abandon his pure-love ideals to save his own life.
The problem was that, according to the plot, the guy would break through the formation in two or three minutes at most. In such a short time, what could he possibly do? They probably wouldn't even have their clothes off before the guy burst in!
Just as Han Mo was complaining internally that this was a terrible idea, a few lines of blood-red text reappeared on the worn cover of the notebook.
[To rewrite the fatal ending, advance the plot, and clear the main quest, you must make contact with the hidden dark side of this world. Please prepare yourself mentally.]
*Hidden dark side? What on earth is that?*
The moment the thought crossed his mind, another line surfaced.
[Confirming plot rewrite, ending rewrite. Entering Inner World mode.]
"Inner what? No, wait! I haven't agreed to anything! Don't just make decisions for—ugh, so bright..."
In the dark space, a blinding red light erupted from the final line of text. Before Han Mo could react, his consciousness plunged into darkness.
When Han Mo regained his senses, he was pale and drenched in sweat, as if he had just been fished out of a river. He scanned his surroundings and realized he was still in the same room. The violent spiritual pressure outside the door persisted, and the young woman beside him still wore a dazed, flushed expression.
"Was it a dream?"
Time seemed not to have moved at all. Everything was exactly as it had been before he blacked out, as if he had simply had a daydream. Ignoring the woman, Han Mo carefully checked himself. Aside from feeling panicked and sweating profusely, he felt fine; the dizziness was likely due to the significant blood loss he’d suffered earlier.
*Blood loss? Did the notebook absorb a large amount of my blood to make that text appear?*
Wait, where was the notebook?
Han Mo noticed it was gone from the desk. However, he quickly realized it had merged into his body. At a mere thought, it would appear in his hand; when he relaxed his mind, it would vanish.
"So you can crawl inside me, too? What are you, a Scythe of the Shadow Isles?"
He grumbled to himself, but he knew now was not the time for that. Setting aside the antagonist outside the door, the young woman beside him had begun to act… strange!
To Han Mo’s shock, the previously dazed woman suddenly rolled her eyes back, pulled her hands into two V-signs, and wore a bizarre, distorted expression on her delicate, beautiful face.
*Wait, Fairy, you aren't right!*
Because of his "knowledgeable" roommate from his past life, Han Mo recognized that expression immediately. It was clearly an Ahegao!
*How could this be?*
"Haa..."
After striking the pose, a strange pink mist suddenly rose from the woman’s body. At the same time, her skin began to exude sweat with a peculiar, exotic fragrance, as if she were using internal energy to purge a toxin. It was obvious, however, that this wasn't a technique from any orthodox sect.
Afterward, she let out a long breath, turned to look at Han Mo, and smirked.
"Tsk, the poison you little brat used was actually quite clever. I almost capsized in the gutter. If it weren't for the fact that my Yin-Yang Hehe Sect specializes in hundreds of seduction techniques and possesses a strong resistance to such drugs, I would have fallen for your trick!"
Han Mo: "???"
"Hehehehe~ Little brat, stop staring at me. I’ve been lurking in the Star River Sword Sect for quite some time now, even fooling the Golden Core Elders. I never expected to be exposed by you due to a momentary lapse in judgment."
*Yin-Yang Hehe Sect? Saintess?*
Faced with the suddenly conscious woman and her cryptic words, Han Mo was struck speechless. It wasn't because her identity had been revealed—having cleared the original game, he had long known Murong Ying’s secret. She was the Saintess of the demonic Yin-Yang Hehe Sect, ordered to infiltrate the Star River Sword Sect with grand ambitions.
However, in the original game, this truth wasn't revealed until the middle, and there was a whole "love-hate" plotline between her and the protagonist. But now…
Han Mo was certain that in Murong Ying’s side story, no matter if it was the good ending or the destruction ending, this scene had never occurred at this point in time.
In other words…
*Why has the plot changed? Could it be because of that bizarre notebook?*
Murong Ying was clearly unaware of Han Mo’s internal monologue. Upon waking, she didn't seem angry; instead, she teased him. But this was all a facade.
"So, little brat, in order to ensure you keep this secret for me forever, I’m afraid I have to..."
A moment ago she had been smiling, but the next, killing intent flared. Members of demonic sects were notoriously fickle, and having suffered such a major setback, she couldn't let it slide.
Han Mo had thought changing the plot would provide a turning point, but the first thing she did upon waking was try to kill him. *Damn it, trapped between a wolf and a tiger!*
Han Mo was good at reading faces. Sensing her killing intent, he instinctively reached out and pointed toward the door.
"Wait! Fairy Murong, there’s someone outside—it’s your Junior Brother!"
Hearing this, Murong Ying noticed the commotion outside and frowned slightly. After a moment of thought, she suppressed her murderous urges and lowered her voice.
"You’re a bold little brat, daring to drug me. If it were anyone else, I would have had them shredded, pulverized, and reduced to ashes ten thousand times over... However, your spirit and methods suggest you have an affinity with my Yin-Yang Hehe Sect. Given the circumstances, I’ll spare you this once."
"..."
Han Mo exhaled, relieved. He’d gambled correctly; she didn't want others to know her true identity. He had stabilized Murong Ying for the moment, but now he had to deal with the Junior Brother outside. He needed a way to trick Murong Ying into going out and explaining things herself to resolve this death trap.
That had been his plan, but…
"Ahem, well… little brat, you wouldn't want the fact that you drugged me today to ruin your reputation, would you?"
Han Mo: "o_O"
*Demoness, you are not right!*
"I didn't think so. Listen carefully: when I was purging the poison, I accidentally leaked the energy of my sect's techniques. This spiritual aura won't dissipate for a while. If someone breaks in now, they’ll definitely notice. So, you need to find a way to trick Junior Brother Lin outside and send him away."
*Trick him away?*
*So, not only can you not go out and explain it yourself, but you want to hide in here with me, do absolutely nothing, and have me lie to the victim outside? Damn you, you demonic witch! You can't think of a way yourself, and now you’re making it my problem!*
"Can't think of a plan? Little brat, let me be clear: if my identity is exposed, I’ll have no choice but to kill you and flee. I might fail my mission, but you’ll lose your life for nothing. Think carefully about which is more important!"
Han Mo: "..."
And so, on his first day since transmigrating, Han Mo was forced into the same boat as a demonic enchantress, becoming her unwilling strategist.
*How to trick the Junior Brother outside?*
Han Mo gritted his teeth and steeled himself. A plan formed.
Two minutes later, with only a thin door separating them…
"Ahem, is that Junior Brother Lin out there?"
"Senior Sister Murong?!! Are you alright? That despicable villain didn't do anything to you, did he?"
"W-what despicable villain? There’s no one else here. I… I just had a bit too much to drink and fell asleep. Ah, what are you—no, I’m fine! *Ngh!*"
"???"
"But Senior Sister, your voice sounds… strange!"
"Ah, that… that’s because I’m jogging!"