3. The Unreliable System
Gong Yiling didn’t wake up until evening, roused by the cold.
In her dream, she saw herself back in her younger sister’s room, a place she rarely visited. She watched her sister, whom she only saw during the New Year holidays, diligently writing at her computer desk.
Suddenly, she felt a chill, and then saw her sister turn around and give her a meaningful smile.
In the full-length mirror beside her, her own pectoral muscles grew larger and larger, and her hair grew longer and longer…
“Achoo!”
Waking up, Gong Yiling couldn’t help but sneeze loudly, then grabbed the clothes beside her and wrapped them around herself haphazardly.
Damn it, it’s the middle of winter, and this Young Palace Master is wearing so little. Is she trying to put on an ice sculpture exhibition?
She sniffed and touched her nose, finding it dry and slightly wet. Looking closely, she realized she had a nosebleed.
Considering she was a twenty-year-old virgin before transmigrating, the kind who hadn’t even watched adult films, the impact of a perfect female body was indeed a bit much for her.
If she could just try touching those two lumps on her chest… cough, cough!
Stop, stop, she wasn’t so depraved as to… herself.
Besides, now wasn’t the time to think about such things.
Although she didn’t know how she managed to transmigrate to such a place after dying suddenly, since she was here, she had to think carefully about what to do.
This book, as a female-lead fantasy novel, didn’t intend to preach any grand principles. It simply depicted the story of a transmigrated female lead with a magical medical space gradually growing into a peerless divine physician, her cultivation level rising to the Divine Venerable realm, and working together with the male lead to uphold justice and protect the world.
Actually, after seeing the past between the male protagonist, Jiang Mochen, and Gong Yiling, she had disliked the male lead.
Just like the standard male lead template in female-oriented novels, he entered the Daoist mountain with his own agenda, indifferent to anything other than revenge. He only had a simple sense of camaraderie with Gong Yiling, and that feeling vanished like smoke after Gong Yiling revealed her bloodline power.
Such a heartless person falling in love at first sight with the female lead, Yan Chuyue, was a dramatic contrivance, and he didn’t even show much care for her.
Their romantic relationship was probably the most criticized aspect of the entire story.
Now, two paths lay before her.
One was to follow all the plot points she knew, completely adhering to the original script, and treating herself as the real Gong Yiling.
However… she didn’t have any intention of role-playing. Even if she did, she should play Jiang Mochen, portraying him as she thought he should be.
In other words, “Here’s the pen, you write it yourself.”
As for the other path, it was an expansion of the previous sentence.
Create a Gong Yiling who acts true to herself.
Of course, she didn’t even hesitate before choosing the second path.
The reason was simple.
She had always been someone who followed a predetermined path. Her life had been decided by her father long ago.
Attend a prestigious high school, attend a prestigious university, become a mechanical engineer, and then work for her father’s company.
It was precisely because she was such a person that she couldn’t understand her mother and sister’s actions. From her perspective at the time, it was simply the stupidest thing to do.
But… time always tells. She didn’t understand her sister back then and blindly took sides, and she wasn’t without responsibility in the matter.
If she had another chance, perhaps she…
“Host has chosen a path, triggering the main questline: An Unknown Tomorrow.”
Suddenly, a bunch of strange words were inserted into her mind.
“This phase-type main questline has three main tasks:
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Investigate and resolve why you currently have no true energy.
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Investigate why you didn’t die at the foot of Daoist Mountain.
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Choose whether to prevent your mother’s death. This task has no impact on the final reward regardless of the choice, but it will affect the development of the subsequent story.
Note: The tasks are only non-essential factors guiding your survival in this world. All decision-making power rests with the host.”
“What is this… a system?”
Gong Yiling was stunned.
She could roughly tell that this voice was the kind of thing often seen in system novels, but…
Wasn’t this a bit too simple?
This system was, in a sense, the same kind of cheat as Yan Chuyue’s medical space, but besides telling her what to do next… it was completely useless.
The name of the main questline sounded nice, though…
“Is… is there any other special hint? At least tell me if my current combat power can defeat a cow or something.”
As Gong Yiling was pondering this, two sets of footsteps approached outside, finally stopping at her door.
“Young Palace Master, it’s time for dinner. We are here to escort you to the dining hall.”
Gong Yiling quickly got up from the floor, but she wasn’t wearing any clothes yet. As she stood up, she shivered and accidentally pulled the tablecloth off the table.
The tea and other items on the table crashed onto her.
With a yelp of “Oh crap!” and a series of clanging sounds, Gong Yiling fell to the ground again.
Why did this body feel so inexplicably weak?
“Young Palace Master?”
The commotion immediately prompted the two maids to open the door, but the scene before them left them dumbfounded.
Their Young Palace Master was lying on the floor next to the chair, half-naked, rubbing her aching lower back.
Completely oblivious to her partially exposed breasts, the tea had soaked her hair, dripping down her wet bangs onto her neck, and then slowly sliding down to certain… revealing areas.
She looked incredibly alluring.
“You… what are you doing?”
“Uh… I, this Palace Master was changing clothes,” Gong Yiling stammered, “and then, I accidentally stepped on the tablecloth, and this happened.”
She hurriedly stood up, and the clothes she hadn’t been wearing properly fell off completely, making the two maids in front of her blush.
“Ah!”
Noticing this, Gong Yiling instinctively covered her crotch, but when she touched it, she couldn’t find her… you know.
Oh, right.
I don’t have one!
No, it should be that I used to have one, but it ran away from home.
Then it’s fine. I don’t have one, so why should I be shy?
“We’re all women, what are you blushing about? It’s not like you’re the ones naked.” Gong Yiling’s attitude suddenly became arrogant. She waved her hand “casually.” “Hey, you, Qiu Shui, take this Palace Master to take a bath. I’ll eat after I’m clean.”
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