A mysterious realm descends, and I defy fate in comics.

Chapter 333 The Fate You Reversed

Jiang Xingni took a deep breath and finally felt relieved, no longer worried that so many people on the ground would be killed by the scriptwriters and the plot because of him.

"Pei Zhaoye!!" On the other end of the phone, Jiang Xingni seemed to hear someone screaming Pei Zhaoye's name. The voice was indistinct, but it could be identified as a woman's voice.

Pei Zhaoye had just released Song Juexiao when he was met with Song Juexiao's fury: "What are you doing?!"

Pei Zhaoye wasn't guilty at all—he hurriedly pulled away from Jiang Xingni's side and continued to focus on his teammates. Facing Song Juexiao's suspicion, he was even more self-righteous.

"Jiang Xingni was looking for me just now," Pei Zhaoye said, pretending not to care.

As Song Juexiao remained vigilant, his anger subsided: "...Alright, now that it's resolved, hurry back."

The enemy they are facing now is not one that can be easily defeated.

Jiang Xingni didn't hear the words on the other end after the call ended. She only heard Pei Zhaoye being angrily called out to, and then hurriedly hanging up the phone.

Does that mean Pei Zhaoye's situation isn't exactly easy either?

Jiang Xingni didn't feel much guilt about bothering Pei Zhaoye. She just pretended to apologize in her heart and sent him a perfunctory message as a thank you.

Jiang Xingni: [Thanks. I'll treat you to dinner when all this is over.]

The system looked at the message Jiang Xingni had sent and questioned, "Are you just making empty promises to him?"

Jiang Xingni: Hehe.

After all, Jiang Xingni and the screenwriter had just had such a big argument, it would be difficult for Jiang Xingni to continue living under the screenwriter's nose.

Sending a message to Pei Zhaoye at this time, saying that you will treat him to dinner after the event, isn't that just making empty promises?

Making a flag isn't done when you know you're going to die! Only when you don't know you're going to die, and say "after XXXX, XXXX," does that count as making a flag!

Pei Zhaoye's reply came quickly: [Really? Don't make any promises you can't keep, or I'll give you a good beating.]

"Looking at his reply, doesn't your conscience hurt?" the system accused.

Jiang Xing glanced away; how could her heart possibly ache? "This is a common occurrence, isn't it?"

To put it selflessly, Jiang Xingni was cultivating Pei Zhaoye's ability to adapt to losing familiar teammates; to put it selfishly...

Jiang Xing smiled and looked at the two people outside the room.

During the time Jiang Xingni was trying to stop them, the two finally emerged from the shadows of their youth, though they were in a sorry state—Lu Ming's arm was broken, and he was trying to use water to stabilize it, while Xiao Jiming was covered in blood, it was unclear whether it was his or Lu Ming's, as the monster's blood was unlikely to have stayed on him for so long—but they did successfully deal with a series of monsters outside, and Xiao Jiming even acquired quite a few new monsters.

He didn't care at all that those monsters were once the same people as him, only to become failures. He also didn't feel any moral constraint from Jiang Xingni, who felt he should see them off on their final journey.

Xiao Jiming's thinking has always been simple—since everything is over anyway, and the living people are already dead, it's better to make use of them as materials than to kill them and waste their lives.

Jiang Xingni did not comment on Xiao Jiming's actions, but just as Xiao Jiming did not take Shanqing from her and wanted to make it one of his monsters, they each had their own ideas and respected each other. However, if one interferes with the actions of others based on one's own ideas, then that is one's own problem.

To be a little selfish, a dead god is a good god, and a dead ideal is a good ideal.

All mistakes and wrongdoings will be filtered through a layer of light because the person is gone. That layer of light will grow thicker and thicker over time, blurring all the mistakes. Years later, it will be difficult for both the characters and the readers—especially the characters—to remember the mistakes Jiang Xingni made.

They will only remember the promises that were not fulfilled because of death, and the lingering regret that was perfectly achieved because one of them died.

After the death, readers will repeatedly flip through the comic's plot, trying to glean "sweetness" and "knife" from snippets of information.

The same is true for the characters.

Not everyone is like Xie Yungui, who has the superpower to go back in time and see Jiang Xingni countless times.

Most people can only replay memories in their minds, but memories wear off and photos change color—not to mention that Jiang Xingni wasn't exactly a person who liked taking pictures.

Years later, Xiao Jiming and the others probably wouldn't remember that Jiang Xingni took revenge on the training field, beating them all into the infirmary one by one.

But nine times out of ten they'll remember what Jiang Xingni said this time; she still owes them a meal.

So this was Jiang Xingni's purpose.

The little girl spoke to the system in a deep voice in her mind: "Don't you understand the charm of a dead 'white moonlight'? The popularity points you want will continue to flow into your account even after I die. How about that? Touched?"

The system isn't moved; the system is furious.

"So you're just going to give up completely?" the system asked, utterly shocked. "You're just going to let the screenwriter scheme against you until you're finished?"

The system was frantic, wishing it could disappear into a physical form and go find Xiao Jiming and the others, yelling at them to stop Jiang Xingni from going to Costa.

[Popularity isn't the most important thing!] The system kept swirling in Jiang Xingni's mind, unsure how to explain these things to her.

Xiao Jiming and the others didn't come in either; they were still resting outside—probably waiting for Jiang Xingni to come out—which gave Jiang Xingni enough time to process her current interaction with the system.

Jiang Xing smiled, her lips curving upwards. "Aren't you going to tell me now what the final use of accumulating popularity points is?"

"Your name—the Fate Reversal System—is it truly reversing my fate?"

This was a question that Jiang Xingni had been puzzled by for a long time.

The system's name is the Fate Reversal System.

At first, she thought the system wanted to reverse her fate, but now, even though she has been working hard to increase her popularity and has successfully avoided her original death through popularity, she is still inevitably heading down the path of death, and she is even willing to do so.

Jiang Xingni's fate was not reversed; it was just that he died a little later instead of a little earlier.

From dying because of some strange thing at the beginning, to now being loved by so many people both on and off screen, but in the end, he still has to die.

Logically speaking, Jiang Xingni's fate has not changed at all.

"Whose fate have you reversed?"