God of Music - Chapter 182. At the Peak of Ties (3)

【Funny + Raising Kids + Group Pet + 1v1 + Both Pure + Female Lead Meets CP Lu Jinghuai After Adulthood】【Funny Little Sun with 800 Schemes Beneath Her Cheerful Exterior x Holy Beauty with a Sinister and Cunning Nature Beneath His Saintly Appearance】Nian Nian found herself transported into a group pet novel, becoming the despised biological daughter of her foster father, who wields immense power. Her birth was steeped in conspiracy, a bloodline tainted by a wicked family.In the original story, due to jealousy over the female lead effortlessly receiving all the affection, she commits a grave mistake, provoking her furious father to expel her from the Ji family. Eventually, she is treacherously plotted against by the male lead and dies a tragic death.Nian Nian thinks: Who says this book is old? The plot is fantastic, with excitement hitting the roof!To survive, she decides to cling to the unpredictable and temperamental father’s thigh. When the female lead arrives, whoever wants to be the Ji family’s eldest daughter can have it; she’s saving up to run away.Little did she expect, this cling turned into a decade-long affair. By the time she wanted to escape, those around her weren’t willing anymore. Under Nian Nian’s influence, the cold-hearted father learns to love, the future male lead who was supposed to have eight children with the female lead becomes indifferent, and even a future major antagonist is willing to be the third wheel, humbly submitting for love.A group of side characters with severe childhood traumas find their body bags (figuratively, their lives) becoming warm and fuzzy.“Mr. Ji, the eldest young lady has been gone for three days.”“Has she admitted her mistake?”“No, she’s been spreading rumors outside that you can poop three tons at once.”Father: “…………”

Amidst the eerie silence of an unfamiliar hall, a cacophony of confused voices rose, mingling in a chorus of bewilderment. “Where are we?” “What happened?” “I thought I died!” Each utterance hung in the air, a testament to the collective disbelief gripping the room.As the haze of confusion lifted, disjointed memories surfaced, fragments of lives cut short by tragedy. “I remember... I was stabbed...” ventured one voice, echoed by another's affirmation of a similar fate. “I... I died in a plane crash,” muttered a third, only to be met with a stunned agreement from a fellow survivor.Amidst the chaos of bewildered voices, one man stood apart, his expression a mask of contemplation amidst the turmoil. As his companions recounted their brushes with death, his mind churned with questions, each more confounding than the last.“I got shot... I remember it vividly,” he murmured to himself, his voice barely audible above the din. “So how am I still here?” The enigma of their shared resurrection gnawed at him, compelling him to seek answers in the depths of his memories.With each revelation of a paired demise—a male and female, bound by the same tragic fate—a flicker of recognition ignited within him. “This... this seems familiar,” he mused, the pieces of a puzzle slowly coalescing in his mind. But the picture remained incomplete, obscured by the fog of uncertainty that shrouded their surroundings.As the words “pairs, pairs, pairs” echoed in his mind like a cryptic mantra, a sudden realization struck him with the force of a revelation. “It can't be... don't tell me...” he whispered, his voice trembling with disbelief. With a sense of urgency, he began to scan his surroundings, searching for any sign or clue that could confirm his suspicions.Then, as if guided by an unseen force, his gaze shifted upwards, and there, bathed in an ethereal light, stood an angelic figure with golden apparel, its gaze fixed upon him with a warm smile. The sight took his breath away, filling him with a mixture of awe and trepidation.The man's heart raced as faced a real angel, his mind struggling to comprehend the surreal encounter unfolding before him. The angel's words, spoken with an air of amusement, only deepened the enigma shrouding their meeting.“I never expected anyone to notice me,” the angel remarked, a hint of playfulness in its voice. “I was concealing my presence to let everyone fully calm down, but to think someone noticed me. Just who are you?”Ethan's disbelief and confusion intensified at the angel's question. “Eh... Ethan Rivers,” he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.As Aurelia, the angel, finally revealed himself to the bewildered assembly, a hush fell over the room, each soul drawn in by his radiant presence and commanding aura. Ethan's gaze lingered on Aurelia.“Greetings, lost souls,” Aurelia declared, his voice resonating with a majestic power that seemed to fill the very air around them. “I am Aurelia, and I shall be your guide to your new life.”As Aurelia extended his arms in a gesture of welcome, Ethan felt a surge of rage and hesitation, “This it bad, really bad.”

“His novel. His rules. His fight to take it all back.”Who would have thought Tavian would end up trapped inside his own novel?Not the chosen one. Not the villain.Just a forgettable extra with laughable stats and no place in the story he once ruled.And the protagonist he shaped into a perfect weapon?He’s real—and hunting him.Armed only with the knowledge of the world he created, Tavian has one choice: exploit the system he built… or be devoured by his own creation.He knows how the story is supposed to end.And he won’t let anyone else decide his fate—especially not the characters he once controlled.