Chapter 244: My Savior

I tried to strike up a conversation with my “savior” a few times, but he seemed to have this aloof persona and wasn’t very interested in engaging with me.

But that’s actually a good thing. Aloof mentors often possess extraordinary abilities. He may not be able to fly or vanish into thin air, but he’s more than capable of protecting me.

Following my “savior,” Qi Xia, we actually managed to escape that room.

My shoulder was in agony, but we really did make it out.

I thought that once we escaped, we’d return to the real world—but this nightmare wasn’t over yet.

This wasn’t the real world. Instead, it was a crimson city reeking of decay. I had to think hard about which part of the plot this was…

Was this the “Underworld”?

No, no… Maybe the “Demon Realm”?

Based on how the story was unfolding… was I the Demon Realm’s heir?

I have to share a little trick with you. If you ever find yourself in this kind of situation, you must never show any surprise about the place. Because protagonists, no matter where they’re transported to, never act shocked.

Read a few more novels, and you’ll understand.

Whether it’s transmigrating to another world, arriving in ancient times, possessing a famous figure, or reincarnating after betrayal—protagonists must always remain composed. Not a hint of surprise. It’s standard web novel etiquette.

See? Qi Xia was surprised, so he’s not the protagonist. I am.

Just wait and see. One day, when I gain invincible power, all of you will be my original team members. I’ll establish guilds, and you’ll all become…

Ah, damn it, that hurts!

Why does getting impaled by a harpoon hurt so much?!

The pain kept interrupting my thoughts, driving me crazy.

In stories, protagonists can stand tall even after being stabbed a dozen times—but here I am, completely broken by a single harpoon.

That guy with the dragon-head mask earlier… what he said has been bothering me.

A game that lasts ten days?

Wait… does that mean every time I come here to participate, ten days pass?

Two hundred and sixty times… Two thousand six hundred days…

Over seven years?!

I’ve been here for more than seven years in total?!

After a few seconds of shock, I quickly snapped out of it.

Most protagonists in novels can meditate for hundreds of thousands of years without batting an eye. Me? Just seven years…

It’s nothing… It’s really nothing…

“Time” is the least valuable thing to me.

But what did that message on the screen mean?

“I heard the echoes of ‘Calamity’…”

Completely cryptic. Probably a clue. As the protagonist, I should jot it down—it might come in handy later.

The team’s doctor treated my wound, and my “savior,” Qi Xia, actually went into that female shopkeeper’s room just to find a needle and thread to stitch me up.

He’s so dedicated—he’d do anything for me.

Not only did he free me from an endless cycle, but he’s also saved my life multiple times. The moment he appeared, Chen Junnan died, and then he led us out of that room. So I’m 100% sure he’s here to save me.

I never expected the night here to be so dark.

And none of those eight people even bothered to light a fire.

I know lighters are hard to come by, but at least put in some effort! I can’t handle this pitch-black environment. What if I hear that girl’s whispers again?

But… it should be fine, right? After all, my “savior” is with me. No big deal.

The rustling sounds around me made me shiver.

I kept feeling like the girl I slandered to death was speaking to me. My claustrophobia was acting up again.

“Why did you say I seduced that old man?”

“Which eye of yours saw me married and sleeping with him?”

“What was your goal in doing this?”

“Open your eyes and see how horribly I died!!”

I snapped my eyes open—only to see that everyone else was already asleep.

This place… it’s too damn dark!

This isn’t good… this is really not good!

In darkness like this, I wouldn’t even see that girl’s ghost if she were standing right beside me!

What should I do?!

Where’s the fire?!

I tried crawling to my feet in the pitch black but kept tripping.

I need to start a fire right now… this is really bad…

My shoulder hurts like hell… it’s killing me!

Wait… death?

No way… would I really die from just this injury?

What reason do I have to die?

I’m a good person!

Hold on…

Am I… a good person?

All the stupid things I’ve done came swirling back in front of my eyes.

I personally caused an innocent girl’s death. I even killed her parents.

What kind of good person does that make me?

Spreading rumors, twisting the truth—that’s enough to send someone to the Tongue-Ripping Hell. I looked it up before… If I can go to hell, how could I be a good person?

The surroundings were dead silent, save for the chirping of insects.

I slowly laid back on the ground. Only now did I realize—I’m a villain.

So what if I’m the protagonist?

A protagonist with a dark past is enough to tank a novel’s rating.

Come on… as long as I don’t say anything… no one will know, right?

So what if I’m a villain?

There’s no “Seventh Day” here… that “Seven Black Sword” can’t just fly over and… punish me, right?

It… it shouldn’t, right?

The “Seven Black Sword”…

I’ve written this novel seven times in a single day. I know its plot inside out.

The way the “Seven Black Sword” kills has replayed in my mind countless times—until I heard a whooshing sound.

Why… is there wind?

Suddenly, I felt a heavy weight press down on my abdomen.

Then came excruciating pain.

I couldn’t even scream…

What the hell is happening?!

Someone… someone save me… I think… I think I’m hurt again…

I never imagined that after being injured, a person could stay alive for so long. In unbearable agony, I watched the sky slowly brighten, but I couldn’t make a single sound…

Have any of you ever been impaled?

I felt like I was leaking air—utterly unable to make noise.

I couldn’t move. My spine must be broken…

After who knows how long, everyone in the room gathered around me, staring in shock.

And I saw the massive sword embedded in my abdomen.

It really was the Seven Black Sword… I was actually being “punished for evil”…

But how is this possible?!

I made up the Seven Black Sword! It can’t exist!

Why do the things I fabricate always end up affecting reality so much?!

Stop staring at me… I… I need my “savior”…

“Qi Xia… *cough*…”

I finally managed to speak—only to spit out a mouthful of blood.

“I’m here.”

My “savior” stepped forward and took my hand.

I needed to tell him everything. Only if my “savior” knew the full story could I possibly be saved.

“This… this place isn’t right… Qi Xia… *cough*… this can’t be happening… this ‘Seven Black Sword’… absolutely… *cough*… can’t… Qi Xia… the ‘Seven Black Sword’ isn’t…”

I died.

Damn it!

What kind of nonsense did I just spout?!

Can someone tell me how you’re supposed to form a coherent sentence after being impaled by a sword this massive?!

I’m so done. TV shows and novels lied to me, making my last words sound ridiculous!

Looks like I’ll have to revise my novel again. Next time, I’ll need to describe in detail how people pierced by the “Seven Black Sword” can’t possibly deliver any last words. After all, this sword is just too damn big!

This time, I unlocked a new way to die.

Whatever. Dying a few times doesn’t matter. As long as I return to that room, my “savior” will still be waiting for me. The fact that the “Seven Black Sword” exists here proves this is a world from my novel!

From now on, as the protagonist of this story, I’ll be unstoppable!

My name is Han Yimo.

I’m about to start lying—

Wait, I don’t even need to lie. I already know the rules.

Qi Xia, my “savior,” wait for me. I’m coming back again, damn it!