Read Novel Full Chapter 669.1
Chapter 669.1
[Ding! Congratulations, player. Your task has changed, please check immediately.]
A deeply shocked Xia Chi blankly opened the task panel.
[Hidden Task—Truth of the World, progress 100%]
[1. The player seems to realize this is not the real world, but a world within a book.]
[2. Li Mi’s state seems a little strange.]
[3. Other classmates’ attitude towards Li Mi seems strange.]
[4. The mysterious man with the tear mole seems to be the author of this book.]
[5. The player seems to realize that the second world is also not the real world.]
[Ding! Congratulations, player. The hidden task is complete. The player is about to jump to the third hidden world in the copy. After entering the third hidden world, the player will see the truest form of this world. Would you like to open it?]
[Yes/No.]
Everything around froze in an instant.
The pear blossoms hovered in mid-air, the leaves maintained their anti-gravity tilt.
The young master stared at Xia Chi motionlessly, while Li Mi tilted his head, looking at the young master.
The wind stopped.
The birds paused.
The water stilled.
Xia Chi tremblingly pressed [Yes], and the surrounding air instantly condensed into a vortex, pulling the still-shocked Xia Chi into it.
Xia Chi: Damn.
He had always felt something strange about this world, there were many things that couldn’t be explained.
Every meal cost tens of millions, and clothes were easily worth hundreds of millions, he had wondered if the background of this world involved some sort of inflation.
Assets enough to buy all the industries in the world, a single phone call capable of bankrupting the world’s top oil family. To rise to the top of the world, you’d not only need money, but connections and background. How could one phone call ruin everything?
The young master’s near-omnipotent powers had made him feel that this world wasn’t real.
Well, turns out it really wasn’t real.
‘You got me good, Sister Sun Ning.’
‘If you were the main brain behind that horror game back then, we probably wouldn’t have survived the trial copy, right?’
The boy who slays dragons eventually becomes a dragon himself.
How heartbreaking.
[Ding! Congratulations, player. You have successfully jumped to the third hidden world.]
Xia Chi opened his eyes and looked around curiously.
He was in a small room, about thirty square meters.
Although the room was small, it was well-organized, with everything in place.
A desk, single bed, coffee table, and small sofa were neatly arranged in the room.
The owner of this room had cleaned it meticulously.
Above the single bed was a laminated photo, a group photo.
The main subjects in the photo were a group of kids of varying ages—some around six or seven years old, others looking sixteen or seventeen. Behind them stood a row of adults in uniform.
Everyone was smiling at the camera, showing bright, white teeth.
Behind them was a building.
Next to the building was a plaque, and a few words could be vaguely seen.
—Red Apple Orphanage.
Xia Chi leaned closer to the photo and found Li Mi in the corner.
Li Mi was tall and thin. He stood beside the group, smiling brightly at the camera.
He didn’t resemble the pitiful Li Mi from the first world, nor was he the aloof young master from the second world.
He looked like a cheerful, sunny boy.
The background was an orphanage—was this world’s Li Mi an orphan?
The blanket on the single bed was thrown open in a mess, and the sound of running water could be heard in the bathroom next to it.
On the desk was a bulging backpack, and neatly arranged books were standing in a book holder.
Xia Chi walked closer and glanced at the books.
“Three Years of College Entrance Examinations, Five Years of Simulations”
“High School Mathematics”
“I Want to go to Qingbei University”
“Improve Your College Entrance Examination Score by 50 Points in Three Months”
“English Mastery”
All were related to Gaokao, the college entrance exams.
Sticky notes with neat, serious handwriting were attached to the bookshelf.
——Li Mi, keep going, you can do it.
——Do well on the exam, the future Li Mi is waiting for you.
——Be worthy of the past, treat the future kindly.
——42 days left until the Gaokao.
——Hang in there a little longer, Li Mi.
Xia Chi pulled out a set of math simulation test papers from the shelf and flipped through them. Almost all the answers were correct.
It seemed that this world’s Li Mi had pretty good grades.
After putting the math papers back in their original place, Xia Chi’s eyes continued to wander along the bookshelf.
At the very back of the shelf, he saw a thick, worn-out notebook.
Xia Chi’s heart stirred slightly as he pulled the notebook out.
The colorful cover was painted with brilliantly colored clouds.
He opened the first page, where a few large characters were written, each stroke carefully made.
——“The Wonderful Life of Young Master Li Mi”
——Author: Li Mi
The paper had already yellowed, and the characters, written in a childish, crooked style, looked like they came from an elementary school student.
He flipped the page.
“In a faraway place, there lived a young master in a beautiful, large house. He lived like a prince, with loving parents. However, his parents were too busy with work, and since Li Mi could remember, they had never returned home. Fortunately, the uncles and aunties working in the house all liked Li Mi very much.”
“Li Mi lived a carefree life, and occasionally encountered wonderful things in the big house.”
“On this day, Li Mi took a walk in the garden after finishing his meal as usual.”
The crooked characters were written carefully in the notebook.
Xia Chi read as he flipped through the pages.
As he turned more pages, the once-childish writing grew more beautiful and elegant.
The notebook recorded many small stories, each one detailing the fun things that young master Li Mi experienced in the big house.
It seemed like an alternative diary.
But while other people’s diaries recorded their daily lives, this notebook recorded imagined little adventures.
In these stories, young master Li Mi had also met his parents and made friends.
But when he turned to a new page, a new story began.
The protagonist was still young master Li Mi, all by himself.
As Xia Chi flipped towards the end, the handwriting had already become the same as the neat writing on the sticky notes.
On the very last page with writing, it was young master Li Mi’s coming-of-age ceremony.
After the ceremony, the author wrote a short conversation.
——Li Mi, congratulations on becoming an adult.
——Thank you for accompanying me. I’ve also grown up and am preparing for the Gaokao!
——Goodbye.
——Alright, Li Mi, I also wish you well as you enter adulthood.
——Good luck with the Gaokao. You will have a bright future.
——The future awaits you, goodbye.
There was nothing more after that. The words ended on this page.
There were three Li Mis in total.
“Young Master Li Mi” is the main character in the story “The Wonderful Life of Young Master Li Mi” created by Li Mi from the orphanage. He was like a witty and steadfast friend, accompanying this world’s Li Mi from childhood to now, watching him head to the Gaokao battlefield and step onto the stage of life.
While Li Mi from the orphanage stopped writing the story, Young Master Li Mi’s storyline didn’t end. Instead, in Young Master Li Mi’s world, he continued his life and growth, eventually reaching the age of twenty-one or twenty-two.
In the world of Young Master Li Mi, an NPC who shouldn’t have developed intelligence awakened his consciousness due to an excessive obsession and wrote a fanfiction about Young Master Li Mi, creating the character “Poor Li Mi”.
Eventually, “Poor Li Mi” also awakened his consciousness after being tormented and entered Young Master Li Mi’s world, where they met and bonded.
There were three worlds, one wrapped inside the other.
The sound of water in the bathroom stopped, and humming along with footsteps came from within.
Xia Chi panicked and hurriedly put the notebook back in its original place, cold sweat breaking out on his forehead.
What now? He’d been so focused on uncovering the truth of this world that he forgot there was still someone in the room.
This place was so small, there wasn’t even a spot to hide.
[Ding!] Xiao Le’s furry body popped out. [The player doesn’t need to be nervous, you are currently in a state of consciousness. The people in this world cannot see you.]
At the same time, the bathroom door opened, and a wet boy wrapped in a towel walked out.
It was Li Mi’s face.
But unlike Young Master Li Mi or Poor Li Mi, the Li Mi in front of him looked younger, about eighteen or nineteen years old.
He looked bright and cheerful, humming a song as he quickly towel-dried his hair. After changing into his school uniform, he swiftly slung his backpack over his shoulder and headed for the door.
As he passed the full-length mirror in the entryway, Li Mi stopped.
He gave himself a confident, radiant smile in the mirror. “Yesterday’s Li Mi took good care of himself and is still as handsome as ever. Today, I’ll work hard too, score five more points, and amaze tomorrow’s Li Mi.”
After speaking, Li Mi put on a baseball cap, flashed a peace sign at the mirror, and left through the door.
[Ding, congratulations to the player, all the plots for the beginner copy [Poor Li Mi] have been unlocked.]
[In reality, Li Mi was an orphan living in an orphanage. Though abandoned by his parents as a child, he grew up healthily under the care of the orphanage’s teachers. The orphanage frequently had children adopted, and Li Mi often lost friends he had just made. To fill the void left by missing familial and friendly connections, young Li Mi created “The Wonderful Life of Young Master Li Mi”, and Young Master Li Mi became a friend who accompanied him throughout his childhood.]
[Later, when Li Mi turned eighteen and faced new challenges in life, he stopped creating “The Wonderful Life of Young Master Li Mi”, but his friendship with Young Master Li Mi didn’t end, nor did Young Master Li Mi’s wonderful life.]
[Although Poor Li Mi was a character created under immense malice, thanks to the players’ help, Poor Li Mi finally escaped the torment and, in the end, found someone who could truly accompany him for life.]
Xia Chi, now jumpy as a startled bird: [There won’t be a fourth layer to this world, right?]
Xiao Le: [What are you saying, player? You’ve already successfully unlocked all the plots; there won’t be any new plots.]
[Congratulations, player, you have completed the task perfectly and received an SSS rating.]
[The game time is up. The player will now be transferred to the game lobby.]
Xia Chi’s vision went dark again, and when he opened his eyes, he was already in the game lobby.
The game lobby was as packed as it had been a few days ago.
But whereas the focus of attention a few days ago was the world-class gaming environment, now everyone was talking about the beginner games.
Groups of people gathered around, their conversations rising and falling in waves.
“This game is awesome. The NPCs don’t just have preset responses, they react based on how players interact with them. Has gaming evolved to this level already? I’m amazed, this is straight out of a sci-fi novel!”
“I know the special effects in this game are incredible, but forget the special effects, the plot is even better. What was your beginner game? Who had “Poor Li Mi”? How hard is it to get an S rating in this beginner game? I feel like I completed all the tasks I found and helped Li Mi finish his graduation project, but I still only got a B rating.”
“I had “Poor Li Mi” too, and I only got a C. I failed halfway through and got kicked out. This game is way too difficult.”
“Is “Poor Li Mi” really that hard? I have to try it. My beginner game was “The Mystery of Sevia”, and it was tough too. I put so much care into every step, and I still only got a B rating.”
“At first, I thought this was just a gimmicky game with fancy special effects and a mediocre plot. But the plot is even more impressive than the special effects. No wonder the game company dared to give away one hundred thousand free game cabins—they had the confidence to back it up.”
“I’m starting to wonder if the developers who made this game have really played these kinds of horror-thriller games themselves. It’s way too realistic.”
“Don’t say it, really, don’t say it.”