Atticus's Odyssey: Reincarnated Into A Playground - Chapter 1211: Pride

-Welcome back home~Shall we start with a bath today, or eat first?-Isn't there a third option?-Nope, so let's eat first. I made omelette rice today.-Speaking of omelette rice, there should be that 'maid magic', right?-I really can't handle you... moe moe kyuu~ make it taste good~ moe moe chu~-And what about a heart with the fingers?-I'll give you a head with my heart!The maid finally lost her patience and slammed the omelette rice onto Lin Shuang's head.Lin Shuang: That feels better.

Every novel has a slag character, the one who decides to abandon the protagonist at his lowest, most helpless point, either because he can’t stand the poor guy’s circumstances or for other reasons. But after the protagonist wins his way in life again, they’re the ones who beg with broken sobs to be taken back.

Still, water once spilled can’t be recovered again.

Yet the unlucky Shen Jiayan has been bound to a Water Recovery* System to do just that.

*water recovery – comes from an idiom that means “spilled water can’t be recovered” (English equivalent: there’s no use crying over spilt milk).

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Reborn into the body of a poor young boy in an unknown village in another world, Lu Qing felt quite helpless.Fortunately, he awakened an ability to see through the information of objects, which gave him a bit of capital to survive.He looked at a weed by the road.[Cow bone grass, average quality, medicinal, highly effective in treating bone injuries.]He looked at a red carp in the river.[Red moon carp, excellent quality, delicious meat, a top-grade nourishing food.]He looked at a wild rabbit in the mountains.[Gray rabbit, ordinary wild rabbit, edible.]...With his innate ability, Lu Qing gradually established himself in the village, able to survive.Just when he thought he would lead a peaceful life in this ancient world with low productivity,one day, he suddenly saw a figure sweeping across the sky...

What is a story without a reader?Nothing.Stories are for the readers to define.What about a story with four readers?It is a lot for the story, but for the author the story is far from being satisfactory.So when the author closes the story beloved to only four readers.How do they deal with it?How do they deal with the end?What happens when the author swallows the key to the story’s life.Especially when it simply became beyond human terms.