The male supporting character was actually myself.

The county magistrate has written down and publicly announced every single evil deed you have committed.

"You fiend! Today, this old Taoist priest is acting on behalf of Heaven! Quickly depart from your human form and offer your neck for slaughter!"

As the old Taoist priest made a hand seal, a sudden clap of thunder, as if about to strike down, suddenly appeared on the bright, sunny day.

The common people trembled and dared not make a sound;

Lin Mubai felt a powerful force descending from the sky, as if it was going to crush him and make it hard to breathe. The next second, he felt a repulsive force rushing from the soles of his feet to the top of his head.

"Ah!"

The unbearable pain caused him to wail repeatedly, his face contorted and terrifying.

One of the bolder ones pointed at Lin Mubai, who was tied to the wooden stake, and shouted, "Look, look! The demon has revealed his true form!"

Sure enough, Lin Mubai's originally handsome face seemed to have separated from his flesh, and his deformed face twisted into a hideous and terrifying shape, unlike a human.

"Roar!" With a roar emanating from his mouth, which was opened to an unbelievable degree, a shadow could be seen bursting out of his body and being pulverized by a bolt of lightning as soon as it took flight.

The constable mustered his courage and stepped forward to touch the original owner, who was still breathing faintly.

The old Taoist priest shook his head with a somber expression and stepped aside. Lin Mubai used all his strength to open his eyes and saw his parents, wife, and children surrounding him. His breathing became weaker and weaker until he finally closed his eyes.

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postscript.

The moment Lin Mubai's soul vanished after he transmigrated, the script immediately changed from "Updating" to "The Chosen One has fallen, the mission world is developing freely..."

Later, Jiang Chen married the daughter of a schoolteacher, and the couple lived in harmony and mutual respect.

Master Xue died a few months after his wedding. Although he had a caregiver, he was still tormented by illness and cried out for two days before finally passing away. After the funeral, his concubine, Ge Yunniang, discovered that she was pregnant. Several months later, she gave birth to twin sons, named Xue Jiangde and Xue Jiangshan.

Five years later, Ge Yunniang passed away due to illness.

Jiang Chen and his wife had no children of their own, so they took their two younger brothers into their care and raised them with great care.

Years later, Xue Jiangde inherited the Xue family business;

Xue Jiangshan dedicated his life to deciphering the profound works written by his elder brother, making a significant contribution to scientific and technological development.

Zhang Qingzhu, who cleared her husband's name, remained unmarried due to the deep affection between the couple and took the initiative to care for her two parents-in-law until their deaths.

After her two children grew up, her son Lin Gui passed the imperial examination and became a good official who was dedicated to serving the people; her daughter Lin Nannan became one of the first female teachers, active in various rural schools, and taught batches of students.

A century later, before the solemn and dignified tombstone.

An old Taoist priest with white eyebrows and beard sat in front of the tomb, carrying a jar of wine and a roast chicken, drinking the wine, eating the meat, and talking to himself.

"Another year has passed. If you count carefully, this is the hundredth year we've known each other. If you were still alive, you would be one hundred and nineteen years old this year."

You said you've worked diligently your whole life and accumulated so much good fortune and merit, how come you haven't lived as long as I have?

After you left, technology not only didn't advance, it even regressed for many years.

I told you those kids are no good. You can't just give up and quit. You can't just fall asleep and never wake up again.

Fortunately, things have gradually slowed down in recent years. Many of the textbooks you wrote still haven't been interpreted, and they're busy with that.

Looking back now, those days we spent together were truly wonderful.

The old Taoist squinted and looked up at the sky, saying softly, "The ancestor said that you are a person from a distant and unknown place."

I figured they must be the legendary immortals who came to help people overcome their mortal tribulations.

After overcoming the tribulation, he ascended to immortality again.

But I looked closely the day you left, how could your three souls and seven spirits be incomplete?

If you can't bear to part with it and truly want to leave a trace of your soul in this world, remember to... appear in my dream...

As the spring breeze blew by, the old Taoist priest poured some wine in front of the tombstone.

Wildflowers bloom fragrantly by the grave, and tender buds are just beginning to sprout; in the blink of an eye, it's spring again, full of vitality.

Chapter One: Chaotic Times, Heroes

"Oh no, we're doomed." The little white cat patted its round little belly and spread its paws helplessly. "In the last mission world, the host was determined to unlock the mecha."

He worked hard all his life but only managed to unlock the plane; he never even got out of the atmosphere, let alone the mech.

It seems they overused it, and the tech tree is now in a cooling-off period.

If you want to play an ancient-themed game and focus on infrastructure development, you'll have to wait a while longer.

Jiang Chen glanced at the numerous scripts without a care in the world, "Then let's change to a different genre."

His gaze then fell on a very conspicuous script, and he asked, "Is that a new type?"

The little white cat glanced at it, nodded, and explained, "This type of scenario is called an exploration scenario. The number of tasks varies, and the difficulty seems to be relatively high. Would you like to give it a try, host?"

He took the script and looked at the cover.

A tall, thin man wearing an octagonal cap, a white shirt, tie, and a long overcoat, with a cigarette in his left hand and a gun in his right, strode forward, his face obscured. Behind him, the flames of an explosion and fire rolled in, and vaguely visible black silhouettes of old-fashioned vehicles, antique sculptures, and blurry figures in uniforms could be seen.

Judging from their clothing and attire alone, the strong British style of the early 20th century is immediately apparent.

"This script is really fresh," Jiang Chen said with a smile after flipping through it.

The first page contains only two lines of cursive text: This mission world prohibits the creation of inventions that are ahead of their time.

[Note: This is an exploration-type scenario; the higher the host's completion rate, the greater the reward.]

Turning the page again, I finally saw some actual content.

This is the story of a small street gang family that rose to power and then went out of business in the early 20th century.

The story takes place in a parallel world, in the Y country of Shengtis, which was torn apart after a war.

Riding the wave of the Industrial Revolution and war, Sentis transformed from a small town into the second largest city in Country Y. At this time, war caused the country to split into six major powers, leaving it leaderless.

Amidst the chaos and disorder, all sorts of people filled the streets of Shengtis, causing daily brawls, smuggling, arson, murder, robbery, and other riots. It was in this environment that the Owen family, who started out by collecting protection money, made their debut.

The script only provides the general background.

The next three pages are just a thin page. The protagonist, Joyce Irwin, is handsome, smart, brave, cunning and charismatic. He leads his family from street thugs who collect protection money to those who control the racecourse and then expand their power, writing a gangster legend.

The eldest brother, Ed Owen, is a typical simple-minded but physically strong man who always dreams of becoming the real boss and leading the family.

Jiang Chen's Best Supporting Actor role is played by the third son of the family, named Daniel Irving.

His page currently only has a brief summary: after retiring from the battlefield, he returned to Sentis and died at the train station after taking a bullet for Joyce.

"That's it?" The little white cat looked completely bewildered after reading it. "Host, did you understand it, meow?"

He closed the script and smiled faintly, "There are no spoilers this time. It's a completely immersive experience, so you really have to rely on yourself."

Ruffle its fluffy little face, the fluffy ball waved its paw, "I believe that host can definitely do it!"

The storyline is being integrated; the host is preparing to merge into the world...

3, 2, 1, let's go!

The light curtain disappeared, and Jiang Chen found himself standing on the platform.

The steam train behind us was spewing out thick white mist; it looked like it had just stopped not long ago.

A glance around reveals the distinct characteristics of an industrial city.

Everywhere you look, there are steel frames, burning fires, and chimneys belching black smoke. The overall tone is somber and heavy, like a somber oil painting.

The sound of a single-stringed zither being plucked came from somewhere, monotonous and wooden, yet with a faint sense of desolation.

On both sides of the train, many workers were busy loading and unloading goods, sweat mixed with dirt dripping from their faces; several children, dressed in dirty clothes, ran and played.

"Da da da!"

The sound of hurried hoofbeats came from afar, but the white steam billowing from the train obscured the view.

The workers stopped what they were doing, jumped off the vehicle, and hid behind it;

The children were also pulled behind the wooden crates to hide.

Some of the bolder ones peeked out, their dirty faces revealing dim, fearful eyes.

"Quickly hide, they'll kill us!" someone kindly warned.

Foreign languages ​​sound rich and mellow, with a unique charm.

Jiang Chen stood still, his light gray wool coat draped over his left arm, revealing a matching vest and a crisp white shirt underneath.

The second button was fastened with a gold chain, and the other end of the gold watch was tucked into the left pocket.

Slightly shorter flared trousers and high-top leather boots;

He was wearing a dark blue octagonal cap with a short brim, and had a cigar between his fingers in his left hand.

A small suitcase sat quietly on the left, waiting.

A black steed emerged from the white mist, carrying a handsome man dressed similarly, wearing a tie, with a lean face and blue eyes.

"Hey kid!" The horse stopped beside him, Joyce dismounted, patted him on the shoulder and gave him a bright smile, "Look what those American guys have turned you into."

Congratulations on your triumphant return!

We must have a good drink, our good soldier.

[Mission: Repel the attack and protect Joyce's safety. Reward: One-time use B-grade item.]

At the same time, the little white cat floated in the air, its fur bristling, and pointed ahead with its little paws, crying out in alarm, "Two o'clock, host, be careful!"

Before Jiang Chen could speak, he grabbed Joyce by the collar with his left hand and dragged the unsuspecting Joyce behind him. At the same time, his right hand had already drawn a revolver from the other man's waist, loaded it, and pulled the trigger.

"boom!"

Almost at the same moment, two gunshots rang out.

The bullets from the opposite direction grazed the hem of Joyce's billowing coat and struck the rails, creating a string of sparks.

Jiang Chen's bullet struck the opponent squarely in the forehead, killing him instantly.

"My God, you're a fine soldier. Look at your reaction and marksmanship, it seems you've really learned a lot."

Joyce tilted his head, loosened his tie, glanced back at the crowd scattering in fear of the gunshots, and said in a low voice, "This place is not our responsibility. We'll talk about it when we get back."

Jiang Chen handed the gun back, slung his coat over his shoulder, walked over, and glanced at it. "Do you recognize it?"