Chapter 763 – Hu Han San Returns Again (Part Two)
Jiang Pengji knew full well that allowing the time-traveling woman to frolic outside was extremely dangerous!
As long as this hidden danger was not eliminated, not only would Jiang Pengji constantly face the threat of assassination, but the people around her could also get caught in the crossfire.
An unscrupulous time-traveling woman and a greedy system, both with malicious intentions unknown to Jiang Pengji… With just this, she could not allow them to bounce around freely and add to her troubles!
Cutting down the weeds but not pulling up the roots, the spring breeze would blow again.
However, she was a rational hunter, knowing exactly how to catch her prey smoothly.
Even if she was anxious inside, she had to hold it back, not letting her prey discover her true intentions ahead of time.
Hunting, of course, meant striking with certainty; once she made her move, there could be no chance for the prey to turn the tables and escape.
Currently, tormenting the time-traveling woman and her sub-system was merely a warm-up before the kill. Step by step, tightening the noose, she applied maximum pressure on the prey, exhausting them until they could barely breathe, depleting their stamina to a certain extent. When the timing was right, that would be her moment to strike.
The sub-system on the time-traveling woman was different from the one on Jiang Pengji.
Both originated from the same source and had identical starting points, but they followed different hosts and had different growth paths.
From the very beginning, Jiang Pengji had been aware of the hidden sparks in her sub-system, always on guard, keeping its growth in check.
To put it bluntly, Jiang Pengji’s sub-system was akin to a poor little creature deprived of food—eating only one meal a day, lacking nutrition, severely stunted in growth, standing at 1.8 meters tall and weighing less than 80 jin, looking like a skeleton with barely any ability to resist.
And what about the sub-system next to the time-traveling woman?
Under the sub-system’s influence, the time-traveling woman was live-streaming to her heart’s content!
For the rewards granted by the system, her bottom line kept lowering, and by the end, she had no bottom line left.
With such a hardworking and eager host, wouldn’t the system accumulate popularity points in bucket loads?
In contrast to Jiang Pengji’s poor little sub-system, the time-traveling woman’s system was living the high life, feasting daily with banquets of a hundred and eight dishes, indulging in ten or eight meals a day, so much that her digestive system couldn’t keep up, leading to obesity and excess.
Jiang Pengji’s antics with this system were merely to help it shed a few pounds, looking for ways to deplete its popularity points.
Once it slimmed down to a certain degree, with few points left, that would be Jiang Pengji’s golden opportunity to net her catch.
If she could imprison both sub-systems, she would love to see just how much chaos the system’s true form could stir up!
Teasing the flickering flame, Jiang Pengji curled her lips into a cold smile.
Once everything was unveiled, she would let the self-conceited system understand—who was really scheming against whom!
With two flowers blooming, each with its own branch.
The time-traveling woman disguised herself as the Old Woman, her body brutally dismembered by Jiang Pengji using five ivory clappers, meeting a gruesome end.
“Host, this is the third time!”
The system’s voice was particularly cold, laced with strong reproach.
If it weren’t for Jiang Pengji creating trouble and binding the system with the flesh, it would have long abandoned this underachieving host.
In just a month or two, dying three times at the hands of the same person, each time more brutal than the last, had it seething with rage.
The Old Woman’s spirit was pulled into the system space by the system, restoring her to the beautiful form of the Red-Clothed Woman.
Her face was ghostly pale, her eyes still reflecting lingering horror and fear.
Though it was but a moment, the excruciating pain of being torn apart had left her soul with indescribable suffering and shadows.
The system’s reprimand brought her back to her senses slightly, as she subtly plumped her enticing red lips.
Thanks to the system’s guidance, she’d never believed she was subject to it.
What was a system?
What was a host?
Just from the terminology, you could tell who was in charge; the system was nothing more than a string of data in her mind.
In the past, with shared interests, the Red-Clothed Woman could tolerate the system’s meddling, but now, after suffering setback after setback, she was fed up!
“Third time or not, who gave me such a lousy idea? System, it was YOU who said exposing Liu Xi’s identity as a woman would teach her a lesson! Now that we’ve failed, the blame’s all on me? Who the heck do you think you are? Just a bunch of data, don’t act all high and mighty in front of me. If you keep pushing me, I’ll just strike—good luck finding another host!”
The Red-Clothed Woman couldn’t help but vent her frustrations.
Little did she know, her words pressed right on the system’s sore spot.
Damn it! If it could just change hosts, who would be here arguing with this fool?
The reason the Red-Clothed Woman was chosen as a host was that she was easy to control—intellect just average, a bit greedy, fond of shortcuts, with a head full of unrealistic daydreams, vanity-ridden, and fundamentally a bully who feared the strong… Such a host was the system’s favorite. Not too dumb, yet not bright either, with weaknesses that could easily be controlled, becoming the best little puppet…
Now looking at it, she was just too foolish, with such weak capabilities that even with the system’s assistance, she was still getting thrashed by Jiang Pengji!
The system was not the least bit intimidated by this host; it had been cooperating with her for over twenty years and knew her true colors too well.
It sneered, “Host, according to the contract we signed, if you arbitrarily go on strike, aren’t you afraid of electric shock punishments or obliteration?”
Upon hearing the words “electric shock punishment” and “obliteration,” the Red-Clothed Woman instinctively trembled.
“I haven’t done anything wrong, so on what basis can you obliterate me?”
For the Red-Clothed Woman, nothing was more threatening than this.
No one knew that she hadn’t always been this way.
As a struggling little streamer, she accidentally traversed to a strange world, gaining a powerful live-streaming system that seemed tailor-made for the heroine of a romantic time-travel novel. The system’s operating style resembled something straight out of a novel, further solidifying her belief that she was extraordinary.
Initially, the system tested her limits by self-issuing tasks, making her do things she didn’t want to; she had been displeased before.
Just a system, and it dared to try controlling her?
Who was the real host here, and who was merely the obedient servant?
After completing two tasks and tasting the sweet rewards, she resisted during the third task, leading to the system declaring failure.
The cost of failure? A secondary electric shock punishment.
She dared not even reminisce about the pain she felt the first time.
On one hand were the generous rewards for completing tasks, and on the other, the painful punishments for failing. She wisely chose the former. Even if the system’s tasks made her frown and feel uneasy, thinking of her own interests kept her motivated to complete them.
As long as she was fine, who cares about the rest?
Once she reached the pinnacle of her streaming career, she could take her earnings back with her, and this world would have no more ties to her.
It had a bit of that “once I’m dead, let the world flood” vibe.
As long as her interests weren’t compromised, the lives of others were of no concern to her.
The system quipped sinisterly, “Host, need I remind you how many popularity points you currently owe me?”
The Red-Clothed Woman immediately wilted, and despite her inner reluctance, she could only swallow her anger.
