The male supporting character was actually myself.

In other words... hehehe, we've won again and can enjoy the good life! You two should get married soon, I want a big cake!

"Oh? Meng Xiaosu was sent back?" Jiang Chen was putting on his coat, preparing to take Ye Ruoyi down the mountain to the temple fair, when he heard this and raised an eyebrow, asking, "What about the virus? Has the main system finished detecting and removing it?"

The little white cat tilted its head, looking completely bewildered. "I don't know, the main system didn't say. But the virus is targeting Meng Xiaosu, so it probably didn't even appear in the mission world. Otherwise, why would it need to manipulate the script? It should have just come and strangled you like before."

That sounds reasonable. They can only manipulate scripts and create stories to harm people; the virus itself probably hasn't actually arrived yet.

"You're ready so quickly?" Ye Ruoyi changed her clothes and found him waiting for her downstairs. She smiled and went up to him, taking his arm. "Hurry up, it's getting late. I heard the temple fair here is very lively!"

Jiang Chen glanced at his watch and said helplessly, "Who spent more than half an hour changing clothes? You know it's getting late!"

"Oh dear, I just hadn't figured out how to coordinate the outfit yet. I won't dawdle like that next time..."

The town, built against the mountain, held its grandest temple fair, which was indeed very lively.

The crowd carried the statue of the deity, walking alongside it while banging gongs and drums and chanting distinctive work songs; stalls selling trinkets and snacks were everywhere, creating a bustling and noisy atmosphere.

"Hey? Young man, please wait!" Hand in hand, they strolled through the temple fair. Just as they reached an old flower-patterned building, Jiang Chen was looking up at the mottled patterns when he suddenly heard a confident voice call out to him.

He followed the direction with his eyes and found a fortune-telling stall not far away.

An elderly man, about sixty years old, with a goatee and wearing round black sunglasses, was waving at him.

The chubby little dumpling, slightly tipsy from eating, staggered around. "Huh? Is this a bug? It looks a bit... like a con artist, hahaha, hiccup~"

"I'm not a charlatan." The old man pulled his sunglasses down a bit, looked down slightly, and gazed at Jiang Chen from above, saying confidently, "I'm the most accurate fortune teller. Young man, your forehead is dark; you might be in for some bloodshed!"

Ye Ruoyi wanted to laugh when she heard the familiar cliché, but since the other person was old enough to be her grandfather, she felt a little embarrassed and tugged at her boyfriend's arm, whispering, "Let's go over there and buy candied hawthorns?"

Jiang Chen hesitated for two seconds, unsure whether it was a scam or a bug.

"Don't panic, host! Let me test his credentials!" The fluffy little dumpling got excited, jumped onto the fortune teller's shoulder, patted the drunken man with its paw, and asked, "Hey, are you a bug? We've already completed our missions, what are you doing here?"

The old man felt a slight itch on his right cheek, rubbed it a couple of times, and continued, "I'm serious, young man, don't take this lightly. If you don't listen, you might be doomed to a bloody disaster."

As he spoke, he touched his slightly itchy left cheek and muttered to himself, "Are there any flies in this weather? What's that thing hitting my face? It's so itchy..."

The little white cat, who had just patted the old man's face after jumping onto his left shoulder, immediately bristled. "Host, it really seems to be a bug. Anyway, we're not short of money, so what if he scams some of us?"

Jiang Chen witnessed the old man showing some sensitivity to the fluffy ball, whispered something to Ye Ruoyi, and then sat down on a stool to ask, "Old sir, please tell me in detail, what kind of bloody disaster am I going to suffer?"

"Hmm, it's hard to say!" The other person stroked his goatee and examined him for a moment. "Tsk, your face is quite interesting. You were originally not supposed to live past twenty-three, but with the help of a benefactor, you are now... If you can get through this calamity, everything will go smoothly from now on. But this calamity is not easy to overcome; you have been targeted."

He pointed upwards with his withered finger and said in a low voice, "If Heaven wants to destroy you, do you think it will let you escape so easily?"

Jiang Chen: [?_??]

sky?

The main system wants to destroy me? That's impossible! Could it be a virus?

"What should I do? Does the old man have a solution?"

"To be honest, there is such a thing," the old man said, twirling his fingers. "I can give you a talisman for summoning troops and generals. Whenever you encounter danger and are unable to protect yourself, just light the talisman, and someone will naturally come to your aid! However, the price..."

Jiang Chen took out a wad of red banknotes from his wallet and handed it over.

The old man grinned from ear to ear, counting twice with obvious satisfaction. Then he pulled out a slightly worn yellow talisman with strange red symbols drawn on it from his cloth bag. "Remember, this thing can only be used once. Be sure to use it when you are on the verge of death and can hardly protect yourself, otherwise it will be a waste."

Ye Ruoyi looked left and right but couldn't see where her boyfriend's skin was dark; his skin was clearly whiter than hers.

"You're paying for peace of mind, so please keep it safe." She felt a little cheated, but since Wei Jiangchen believed her, she let him carry it with him. Better safe than sorry.

The fluffy ball of fluff examined the talisman in its paws for a long time and concluded, "Host, the data on the talisman is so complex that I can't even analyze it. This thing is probably real."

Since Bug said so, you'd better be careful and carry a lighter with you, just in case!

Several months passed peacefully after the suspected bug incident.

Just when Jiang Chen was so busy preparing for the wedding that he almost forgot about this matter, that afternoon, dark clouds gathered and it looked like a heavy rain was about to fall. The wedding company called and asked him to come to the site to discuss the details.

Jiang Chen drove away from the mountain villa alone.

The weather was a bit strange; the dark clouds were pressing down lower and lower, but there wasn't a breath of wind, and the air was filled with a sweltering heat.

"Host, I have a bad feeling." The fluffy little dumpling lay on his shoulder and grumbled listlessly, "I think I ate too much dried fish this morning, and I have a bit of indigestion."

The mountain road was deserted, and Jiang Chen felt a sense of impending danger as he drove.

However, the Horcruxes were wandering around, even though there was nothing there.

Is the virus trying to summon the power of lightning to strike itself?

He looked up and glanced through the skylight, but the Horcrux still couldn't find any trace of a threat that would make him feel dangerous.

"Squeak!"

A well-maintained car suddenly came to a screeching halt.

The fluffy little ball of fluff barely managed to lift its drowsy head, and upon seeing the scene before it, it exclaimed in surprise, "What the hell is going on? I need to call the main system..."

Before it could even utter the word "report," its eyes rolled back, it completely shut down, and it fell straight onto the seat, its four short legs stretched straight out, and it stopped breathing.

"Bug was right." Jiang Chen felt his breathing quicken, so he quickly unbuckled his seatbelt, took out the talisman and lighter, and got out of the car.

It's hard to describe the feeling; it's as if even the surrounding air is squeezing and pushing me out, like a fish trapped in glue, struggling to move even a little.

The mountain is still moving and changing shape rapidly.

This was the shocking scene of one person, one system—the surrounding world seemed to have turned into an ink painting or like clay being manipulated by an invisible hand. The originally spacious mountain road disappeared, and Jiang Chen's car was completely blocked by a mountain that appeared out of thin air.

Leaning against the car, he struggled to turn around and saw the wind and dark clouds gradually being shaped into human figures on the vast, flattened plain behind him.

There were many, many people dressed in uniform black clothes, their faces hidden under their collars and hat brims, as if they were mass-produced products from an assembly line.

Everyone held knives, their cold glints gleaming as they moved with a slightly mechanical air, approaching Jiang Chen step by step with an indescribable eeriness.

"The virus won't stop until it kills me, will it?" He gasped for breath, trying to build a defensive line with his Horcruxes.

The air grew increasingly scorching, but the lighter in Jiang Chen's hand couldn't even produce a spark.

In the blink of an eye, the first batch of people created rushed up and were quickly killed by the Soul Weapons.

A strong, pungent smell of blood permeated the air.

"This time, we'll see how the bug works!" Jiang Chen threw away the lighter and laboriously took out a flamethrower from his spatial storage. He pressed the button, and a burst of flame shot out, instantly burning the talisman to ashes.

He then took out several bombs from his spatial storage and threw them over. Amidst the billowing smoke, a large number of men in black fell down.

However, the virus gave Jiang Chen no chance to fight back. After throwing the bomb, he was as if he had been kidnapped by the air and could not move his limbs. His soul weapon was also restricted and was stuck in the quagmire, unable to provide any protection.

"Kill!" The remaining hundred or so men in black roared excitedly and mechanically.

The heavy footsteps thundered on the ground, and the blade flashed as it rushed straight at him!

"hiss……"

At the critical moment, a piercing sonic boom suddenly sounded behind Jiang Chen.

The mountain twisted, revealing a gap in the space, and two men dressed in tweed suits and octagonal caps strode out.

"Daniel, as expected, we still need our big brother to step in at crucial moments." The leader had a cigar in his mouth, blue eyes peeking out from under his hat brim, and a slightly upturned, yellowish mustache under his arrogant smile.

With his left hand loosening his tie, he walked past Jiang Chen, who was sitting motionless by the car, bent down slightly, patted him on the shoulder with his right hand, and laughed: "Kid, no matter what, your big brother will always be your big brother!"

Ed brandished his tie with a blade in one hand, while his right hand drew a gun from his back waist and shot the foremost man in black, felling him to the ground. He then laughed loudly, "Times have changed, lads! Come on! If you want to kill Daniel, you'll have to get past me first!"

"Hey, look how badly our little Daniel has been bullied. Don't tell Aunt April when we get home, she'll laugh her head off." Second brother Joyce threw away his cigarette butt, took off his hat and put it on Jiang Chen's head as he passed by, and said in a low voice, "Take a good rest. Don't forget we're dealing in arms now, and the weapons we have are pretty good."

He looked at his eldest brother, who was already charging into battle and had gone berserk, cursed, grinned, took out a wine flask from his pocket, and handed it to Jiang Chen, "Have a couple of sips to warm up, and wait for your brothers to help you kill them!"

Gunshots and screams echoed through the valley;

The air was thick with the smell of gunpowder and a strong stench of blood.

With difficulty moving, Jiang Chen could only see the figures of two men in suits fighting bloody battles through the hazy fog.

Blood dripped onto their faces, only adding to the ferocity of the two gaunt, similar-looking brothers' battle. When they ran out of bullets, they frantically brandished the long knives they had seized. As more and more men in black fell to the ground, blood flowed like a river onto the grass.

The gemstone ring on Ed's finger contrasted sharply with the blood on the blade;

Joyce remained meticulous, fearing that any survivors might slip through her brother's defenses. Not only did she stand alone, but she also finished off everyone Ed had already defeated...

This scene feels familiar and evokes nostalgia.

"By the way, it seems like there's still no new script for the sequel to Gangster Brothers..." Jiang Chen was feeling a bit dizzy, leaning against the car with a flask in his hand. Before he passed out, he seemed to hear Ed's excited shouts as he was killing.

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postscript.

Jiang Chen was woken up by the little white kitten licking her.

"Waaaaah... Host, you're awake too! That's great!" Seeing him open his eyes, the fluffy little dumpling cried and jumped into his arms, rubbing against him. "I was so scared! Waaaaah... What happened? I suddenly went offline, and when I logged back in, the main system sent me an urgent email saying that the mission world had been repaired."

What happened?

Are you alright? Did the virus do anything to you?

He shook his still dizzy head a few times and struggled to sit up from the side of the car.

Only then did they realize that everything that had been "squeezed" out of shape had returned to normal. There was no blood everywhere, no men in black, no spatial rifts, and no Ed or Joyce. The scene they had just witnessed seemed like a dream.

Jiang Chen looked down at the flat wine jug he was still holding, took off his dark blue octagonal short-brimmed hat, and muttered to himself, "The bug dragged them over to save the day, just like... Ye Xingluo."

Looking up, the dark clouds had dispersed, the sky was clear and the weather was fine, as if everything had been reborn.

Bug was right; after this ordeal, Jiang Chen never encountered any more problems with the virus.

He and Ye Ruoyi moved to the south and held a grand wedding. Apart from Ye Ruoyi's parents and younger brother, who were unhappy about not receiving a huge dowry, among the many blessings for the newlyweds, the little white cat was probably the happiest.

It hopped around and swallowed a large piece of cake in one gulp, eating until its belly was round before finding a quiet corner to play games.

Jiang Chen lived to be ninety-four years old in this mission world. One late night, with his lover's soft words of comfort and companionship, he closed his wrinkled eyes, and fragments of his soul disappeared into the sky along with the little white cat.

Chapter 1: The Ultimate Mode of a Simp

"Awoo~" The fluffy ball stretched and jumped from its host's shoulder onto the script floating in the void, like a round version of a cute tiger descending the mountain. "This is so great, it's finally back to normal."

The script selection space no longer has flashing red lights and constant alarms; everything has returned to its original state.

A pristine white expanse, without a single crack; rows of scripts, some with covers and some without, float neatly in mid-air, awaiting selection.

"Are you sure everything's alright?" Jiang Chen waited a moment, but the space remained peaceful as ever.

It seemed that the main system really didn't need his help in fighting the virus anymore, so he turned his attention to the scripts, thinking of picking one that looked pleasing to the eye.