CHAPTER 78: CHAPTER 77: ACHIEVEMENT! WORSE THAN BEASTS

Feng Jiaqi bit her lower lip tightly, her reddened eyes shimmering with unshed tears. Red, angry marks from the rope scored her pale shoulders and neck, making for a pitiful yet endearing sight.

"Chen Pingchuan, what exactly are you trying to do?"

"If you hate me, just say so. You don’t have to torture me like this. After everything that’s happened, you’re still... still doing *this* to me. How am I supposed to go on? I..."

Before she could finish, Feng Jiaqi burst into loud sobs, leaving the nearby Chen Pingchuan utterly speechless.

Did I get here too late? Or was my approach all wrong? I haven’t even done anything, so why is she crying? he wondered in confusion.

Then, as if driven by instinct, one of his hands trembled as it reached out. When his fingers grazed her fair neck, he clearly felt her body give an involuntary shudder. Even so, Feng Jiaqi made no move to resist.

It’s over, Chen Pingchuan thought with an inward groan. Now I have to go through with it, whether I want to or not.

Thankfully, they were both adults over eighteen years of age. Otherwise, Chen Pingchuan might have ascended to heaven on the spot, only to be eternally damned to the Dark Hell.

In this situation, looking at Feng Jiaqi in her school uniform, with her frightened expression that was both innocent and alluring, Chen Pingchuan decided to throw caution to the wind and not worry about the consequences. It was a situation of dry tinder and a raging fire, a chance to soar to the heavens, to sacrifice the small for a greater gain, to attack what was near and befriend the distant.

However, this was all just a fantasy playing out in his head.

In reality, the moment he pushed her onto the bed, he was struck by a powerful sense of déjà vu, as if the scene had happened before. Immediately after, a sharp pain lanced through his head. A blurry female figure who felt incredibly familiar flickered through his mind, as if they shared an extremely intimate bond.

He tried to see her face clearly, but the effort was met with an even more violent psychic impact. It felt like a heavy hammer striking his head, sending his vision black and nearly making him pass out.

The dizziness only subsided when Chen Pingchuan finally abandoned the effort to see her face.

Seeing his pained expression, Feng Jiaqi hesitated for a moment before her curiosity got the better of her. She asked quietly, "Chen Tongxue... are you having some... trouble?"

Fearing he might misunderstand, she quickly explained, "My father is a renowned physician of internal medicine. He told me that many boys experience this kind of problem. The causes are varied—maybe staying up too late, or an addiction to neural-interface games, or any number of things. But as long as you get treated in time, you can definitely recover."

At this point, Feng Jiaqi was no longer as shy as before; her gaze was filled with pity.

As for Chen Pingchuan, he nearly coughed up a mouthful of blood. What does she mean I’m having trouble? There are clearly other factors at play!

Just as he was about to explain, the world gave a dizzying spin, and he found himself back in his bedroom.

"I..."

Thank goodness, it was just a simulation. Just a simulation, it doesn’t count, Chen Pingchuan began to console himself.

But the simulator, as if sensing his predicament, dealt him another heavy blow.

[Simulation: The Hotel Room of Ultimate Temptation has ended. Congratulations, Host, for unlocking the "Worse Than a Beast" achievement. The achievement system will begin its trial operation soon. Please stay tuned.]

[Worse Than a Beast: Alone with a woman. To touch her would make you a beast. You chose to be worse than a beast—to die of restraint rather than touch her.]

[First experience has ended in failure. Host, please reflect on your performance promptly.]

[In the hotel, you regarded your classmate’s pitying expression with boiling anger. The Host was a fool, not only wasting the opportunity but also being bound by his own rules. You swept your gaze coolly over the girl on the bed and flashed a wicked smile.]

[Your smile terrified Feng Jiaqi. She couldn’t understand how you, who had been as gentle as a spring breeze just moments ago, could suddenly become so frightening. You told her coldly that the next time you met, she wouldn’t be so lucky.]

[You straightened your clothes and hurriedly escaped the hotel through the fire exit. Your divine sense told you that danger was approaching; you had likely been exposed.]

[Mentally prepared, you were not surprised. The only regrettable part was that this experience not only wasted precious time but yielded no returns whatsoever—not even a shred of emotional value.]

[In your eyes, this sort of extreme waste was the most unacceptable outcome. However, there was nothing you could do about it but leave the hotel with simmering rage.]

[You did not take any transport back to the Happy Home District, instead opting for the most primitive method: running. Upon your return, you found Wang Xing and deceived him, claiming his location had been exposed and that you both needed to flee to the outer districts immediately.]

[Wang Xing fell for your lie. He was too panic-stricken to scrutinize your words for inconsistencies and didn’t even bother to pack any personal belongings before leading you through a secret passage to escape the City of No Night.]

Didn’t pack, or had nothing to pack?

Impressive, my dude.

What kind of magic potion did he feed you? You were moved by just a few words. I talked to you for over an hour and didn’t see you baring your soul to me.

Chen Pingchuan suddenly felt a pang of inferiority. He felt like a child in a competition, useless at everything. If only he could be like his simulated self... he supposed he’d be escaping forever.

Hehehe... These gods really don’t understand the essence of the Gou Way. The prestige of achieving godhood through the Gou Way is still top-tier.

By the way, what exactly does ’Gou Way’ mean? Chen Pingchuan was getting used to strange new terms popping into his head.

He continued reading. He was rather curious to see when this simulated version of himself would finally die.

[You and Wang Xing walked down a deserted old street lined with crumbling ruins and dried bloodstains. Piles of rubble and wrecked cars were heaped along the sides of the road. A terrified Wang Xing pleaded with you not to be so conspicuous by walking right down the middle of the street.]

[You dismissed his suggestion and asked for the Holy Spirit Sect’s contact point. Wang Xing might be a dimwit, but he wasn’t stupid enough to give you the location directly.]

[Only then did it dawn on Wang Xing that he hadn’t verified a single thing you said. He had just gone along with you, as if possessed, and left his comfort zone. Escaping now would not be easy.]

[Wang Xing had already noticed something was off about you—your strength, your speed, your unshakable calm. If anyone claimed you were an ordinary high school student, he’d probably smash that person’s skull in.]

[Along the way, you spotted several Black Demons moving through the broken buildings. To your surprise, they didn’t attack.]

[You weren’t relieved by their avoidance; on the contrary, you were slightly disappointed.]

Pretty damn cool! Do all gods have a divine aura or something? Why else wouldn’t the Black Demons attack him? I thought they were supposed to be terrifyingly bloodthirsty monsters that tear people to pieces, that no one can escape from.

Is that what’s so scary about them? They pass him by three times and don’t take a bite? He’s swaggering down the street and they ignore him? And trash like that is allowed to live?

I spit on them! Ptooey! Ptooey! Ptooey!

The amnesiac Chen Pingchuan had no idea that his current state was exactly the same as it was before he lost his memory.

Surprisingly, even though the Black Demons didn’t dare to provoke his simulated self, it seemed that ’he’ had no intention of letting the matter rest.