"Yuan Chun, my family is poor, we can't afford the bride price. Maybe we... should break up." Chen Shengjun looked troubled and reluctant.
While Yuan Chun was absorbing the memories of the original host, she fixed her gaze on Chen Shengjun and spoke calmly, "Chen Shengjun, you want to break up?"
Chen Shengjun nodded painfully, his voice choked with emotion, "Yuan Chun, I don't want to break up with you either. I can't bear to leave you, but I can't be selfish, I can't hold you back..."
Chen Shengjun was very handsome, with a high bridge of the nose, lips not too thick or thin, very shapely, and the squared face that women liked at the time.
His eyes were large and soulful, and when he looked at Yuan Chun, they seemed to hook deeply into her heart.
Ugh...
Ugh, ugh, ugh...
She wasn't the fool the original host was, getting charmed by this drama king.
She, Yuan Chun, had lived for ten years in the post-apocalyptic world and had seen all kinds of men—someone like him wasn't even fit to carry her shoes.
When Chen Shengjun spoke, he deliberately paused, but seeing Feng Yuanchun unmoved, he got a bit anxious, slapped himself twice, and said, "Yuan Chun, I have wronged you, I'm sorry, I'm not a good person, I deserve to be punished, I... I have no choice, my family is too poor to afford even a hundred yuan for a bride price..."
He suddenly knelt on the ground and began to cry bitterly.
"Yuan Chun, it's my fault for being so incapable. You are a good girl, leave me and you will surely find a better man than me. Even though I love you dearly and want to marry you, I... I can't be selfish, I can only painfully break up with you..."
"Boo-hoo, Yuan Chun, if we can't be together in this life, I'll make sure to be reborn into a better life in the next one, and then I'll definitely marry you."
A grown man, crying over a woman, what a performance—it was no wonder the original host was so moved that she fell into his arms and gave herself to this scumbag, only to end up with her family ruined by this scumbag and his accomplice.
Unfortunately, the current Feng Yuanchun was no longer the original host but the post-apocalyptic powerhouse Yuan Chun. No matter how impressive the act, Yuan Chun remained indifferent.
No, she did feel something.
After receiving the original host's memories, Yuan Chun sighed inwardly, such a tragic death.
The entire family of the original host met tragic ends.
Each more tragic than the last.
No wonder the original host's resentment level reached its peak, allowing system 007 to absorb it and granting her a chance to fulfill her wishes.
After accepting the original host's memories and feeling the overwhelming hatred toward the scumbag, Yuan Chun's anger surged, and she raised her hand, intending to strike him with thunder.
"Host, don't be impulsive," 007 hastily stopped her, saying, "Host, ordinary small worlds don't have powerful energies. If you use your Thunder Ability and get detected by the Heavenly Dao of this small world, it will instantly obliterate you."
Yuan Chun quickly withdrew her superpower, a bead of sweat forming on her forehead, "Why didn't you say so earlier?"
Just a little bit more.
Just a little bit more.
And she would've been erased by the Heavenly Dao.
Erased down to her soul, leaving not even a trace of soul debris.
007, feeling wronged, defended itself, "How was I supposed to know the host would be so fierce, wanting to thunder-strike the enemy right off the bat?"
Then it earnestly advised, "Host, the original host had a family. You can't change your character settings, or the original host's family will become suspicious. Also, your superpower—use it sparingly if possible. If you must use it, only in small, undetectable amounts so it doesn't get noticed by the Heavenly Dao."
"Got it."